Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Cough cough cough... What am I thinking?

Wayne shook his head, clearing his mind of those inexplicable thoughts. He suddenly remembered that in the backstory, Platinum wasn't actually the first Platinum. The Unarmored Alliance had a Platinum leader before her; her position was only filled after the previous Platinum's death, when she was temporarily drafted as the previous Platinum's apprentice. Thinking about it this way, perhaps Blake had found the previous male Platinum leader's position?

Wayne sighed in disappointment. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the previous Platinum leader. Wayne had sent people to find Platinum for the sake of the Unarmored Alliance identity, not because he was after Platinum's beauty (seriously). He just didn't expect to go a little too early. The previous Platinum leader was still alive, and the Platinum leader with four girlfriends outside of the donkey hadn't taken office yet. It was just a bit of a pity.

However, this is for the best. Wayne isn't obsessive-compulsive, and answered simply and directly:

"A man? A man is fine too. It doesn't matter to me. You did a great job."

Ambassador Blake repeatedly declined to take credit, finally breathing a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Prince Wayne was so open-minded; otherwise, if he had brought a man back, he might have been arrested for insulting the royal family. Truly, extraordinary people are extraordinary in every way!

After a pause, seeing that Blake didn't seem to have anything to say, Wayne instructed, "Blake, give the microphone to Platinum."

Blake replied "Yes, sir," and walked towards Platinum. Platinum, who had deduced from Blake's words that his target was her, also stood up.

"Watch your words, Wuzhan Alliance. You're talking to a great man!" Blake warned, his tone slightly menacing. He'd never had a good impression of assassin organizations serving those vile capitalists, and Platinum was a high-ranking member, at the top of the inverted triangle system. Who knew what kind of ruthless villain he was?

Not to mention, His Highness Wayne was assassinated by Xuan Tie, the leader of their organization. Although judging from the phone call just now, His Highness Wayne was still unharmed after the assassination, such a serious crime as assassinating the king is not something that can be let go of so easily. All the patriots in Victoria are full of hostility and hatred towards the Wuhou Alliance.

Platinum nodded, unaware of the reason behind Blake's hostility. He could only attribute it to the fact that assassins were universally disliked. Wisely, he didn't reply, but instead picked up the microphone and began:

"Hello, Platinum Leader of the Unarmored Alliance of Kazimir, who are you?"

He really is a man.

Wayne sighed in disappointment once again, but quickly composed himself and replied seriously:

“Prince Victoria Aslan of Wales, you may call him Wayne.”

“Aslan? Shouldn’t you address him as Prince Bruce?” Platinum was clearly familiar with the noble lineages of Terra, knowing Wayne’s surname and understanding the custom of addressing nobles by their surnames rather than their given names out of respect and reverence. But Wayne righteously rejected his flattery:

“Not everyone can address him as Prince Bruce; it carries a special meaning. Just call me Wayne.”

Somewhat embarrassed by the rejection, Platinum chose to obey, forming a first impression of Wayne as someone who was unusual and difficult to get along with, and said, "Yes... Your Highness Wayne."

“I’m here to give you a task. Are you willing to accept it?” Wayne asked.

Platinum's eyes darted around, and he said slyly, "Accepting is possible, but in our line of work, we always look at the details of the mission first. If the details are beyond our capabilities, then I'm sorry, I can't accept it."

“Now that you know the details of the mission, you have to accept it.” Wayne didn’t waste any words. Since it wasn’t a platinum-haired girl, but a rough, burly man, an old assassin, Wayne had no intention of having any more emotional interaction with the man. He went straight to the point, “The price I can offer is 50 Victorian gold coins, along with a Victorian household registration and ID card. This is enough to ensure that you can live a worry-free life in any city in Victoria except Londinium for the rest of your life without having to work. If you want, you can even open a shop. In this day and age, you might even be able to make it big. Of course, that’s on the premise that you’re honest and law-abiding.”

"this....."

Normally, this offer wouldn't be considered particularly tempting. Although the Unarmored Alliance's position in Kazimir is largely invisible, as a Platinum-ranked individual who has held this position for so many years, he might not be incredibly wealthy, but he certainly has some savings. As long as he doesn't leave Kazimir, his life can go far beyond simply being well-fed and clothed; he could live a life of extreme luxury for several years.

But any wise person can see that Kazimierz is now in grave danger. The Overseer's Council has surrounded the headquarters of the Commercial Federation, and internal strife is imminent. Ursus has also expelled Kazimierz's diplomats and is now eyeing them covetously. Once war breaks out, the living standards of the Great Knight Territory will inevitably plummet. If they really face the crisis of national annihilation, then forget about indulging in pleasure, whether they can even survive is another matter.

In comparison, Wayne's offer was much more tempting.

Even though she already knew the answer, Platinum still asked, unwilling to give up, "Now that you know the details of the mission, what will happen if you don't accept it?"

“I’ll find someone else. You’re useless now,” Wayne said. “Of course, I won’t kill you either. Neither Victoria nor I personally advocate violence in solving problems. However, violence will come to deal with you, Unarmed Alliance.”

A threat, an undisguised threat. Wayne knew very well that it was better not to kill him and hand him over to the Ursus than to be killed simply because he refused. That was far more terrifying than killing him.

Sure enough, Platinum immediately replied, "I agree, I accept. But I have one more request."

“Speak.” Wayne was tolerant and did not immediately reject Platinum’s bargaining.

"I don't need the money, but could we add one more person to the household registration?"

Platinum tilted her head slightly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the somewhat curious Hinterlea, and reached out to rub her head.

“Okay.” Wayne nodded. He didn’t know anything about the previous Platinum either. Maybe he had a wife, or siblings?

Wayne always leaves room for maneuver when dealing with people who are not mortal enemies. Allowing him to leave alone and forbidding him from taking his family is somewhat inhumane.

But he was still curious: could an assassin from the Unarmored Alliance really start a family? What was an assassin's family like? Like a war god and his old father? Or like the one in "Léon: The Professional"?

Platinum paused for a moment, carefully choosing her words, before finally replying slowly, "My daughter. She's only eighteen, just turned eighteen."

He couldn't say that Hinterlea was his apprentice; who knew if Wayne would allow another unknown assassin from the Unarmored Alliance to enter the country with him? It was better to say she was his daughter; if he had a daughter, she would probably be about the same age as Hinterlea.

If Wayne becomes suspicious, just say she's an adopted daughter. In short, conceal her assassin identity! This is also a good opportunity to clear Hinterlea's name of her Unarmored Alliance identity. After all, the Unarmored Alliance is on the verge of collapse; keeping that identity would only create a dangerous threat.

As for questions like, "If you don't listen to the mission details and don't accept it, can you just leave?" Platinum didn't want to waste time asking. When he spoke with Wayne and learned that Wayne was still alive and had a plan, he already belonged to the group that "knew the details of the plan." He had no choice.

Wayne gave him an option he couldn't refuse.

Nodding in satisfaction, Wayne said, "The task is simple; you'll definitely be able to complete it."

"Help me steal something from the Unarmored Alliance—a list of Victorian nobles, obtained through collusion with the Business Federation. It doesn't have to be a list; any format is acceptable, such as a hard drive or USB flash drive."

His voice was cold, like a funeral home master of ceremonies indifferently announcing the names of the dead.

He would personally mark each and every name on the list with an X at the ceremony two days later, even if it meant breaking ties with all the nobles!

Victoria could not tolerate these nobles, and neither could he!

Bai Jin hesitated, "But aren't those documents being guarded and kept by Xuan Tie and Qing Jin?"

"Heh." Wayne chuckled dismissively, making a definitive statement: "Soon there will be no more black iron and lapis lazuli."

"Dudu-"

The call was disconnected. As he savored the murderous intent in Wayne's last words, Platinum snapped back to reality, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

PS: Here's a Python script I forgot to do yesterday.

Chen Changqing, a villain who transmigrates to a fantasy world, obtains a "Cloud-Raising Heroine System".

By virtually raising the female lead, her favorability increases, and you can receive double the feedback from her.

Is there such a good thing?

Chen Changqing thought of the strange girls he had encountered some time ago.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—how dare that guy bully me!"

That bastard stole my talent and destroyed my sword body. In this life, I will make him pay for his crimes in blood!

Three years ago, that guy stole my dragon bones and forged them into a sword. Now, my dragon bones have been reborn, and that guy's death is nigh.

Thinking about the strange behavior of the girls a few days ago, Chen Changqing silently began to "virtually raise" them...

Chapter Thirty-Eight Roy: I'm loyal to the end!

"This way, sir!"

Roy shoved Kane into the trash can in front of him, turned around and fired two arrows in quick succession, but they were blocked by the Silver Spear Pegasus Knights who were standing in front of Grandmaster Russell.

Roy clicked his tongue. To be fair, he felt he had shot the arrow quite quickly, yet it hadn't even pierced the armor of the Silver Spear Pegasus. Although it was always said that the recruitment condition for Azure Gold was the ability to assassinate any knight within Kazimir, he realized that this so-called standard wasn't actually that strict when he actually faced these conquering knights. At least Roy didn't think he could easily kill these silver-armored knights.

Of course, assassinations are often carried out by surprise, and even the Silver Spear Pegasus can be careless at times. Under normal circumstances, Roy would never have dared to confront this ace of the conquering knights head-on. But the current situation is one of unavoidable circumstances.

Who told him to have such accurate premonitions and such bad luck? He sensed that things might change and rushed to the Business Federation, but he was unlucky enough to arrive just when things were about to change.

Upon entering, he was spotted by Kane and other board members. It's unclear which incompetent board member called out his name, but he didn't even have time to hide. He was forced to reveal himself and confront an entire Knights of Conquest and even Grandmaster Russell. Roy still maintains full combat strength and hasn't suffered any injuries, which is enough to demonstrate how unfathomable his strength is.

"Unarmorless Alliance, Azure King, Mr. Roy."

After Lyme helped deflect Roy's sudden shot, Grand Knight Russell, wielding his ceremonial sword, casually stepped out of the guard circle and revealed his identity.

"I thought all the Azure Gold Rank members of the Unarmored Alliance wore azure robes, just like how all the Platinum Rank members wore white robes?"

Roy chuckled and scratched his head, his grip on the bow remaining firm, his legs tense, looking ready to run away at any moment.

"The Grand Knight Commander's criticism is correct. I also feel that my current attire doesn't quite suit the identity of Qingjin. How about the Grand Knight Commander gives me a chance to dye my hair, wear colored contact lenses, and change my clothes, and then we can arrange to meet somewhere and fight again?"

Silver Spear Pegasus Lem raised his lance and pointed it at Roy: "You glib-tongued assassin. Do you often talk to your prey like this?"

The latter took a slight step back, but maintained the somewhat stiff smile on his face, and replied:

"That's really unfair to me. I'm just an ordinary office worker who wants to make a living. I just want to live a simple life and can't wait to finish my mission and go home to sleep. I have no interest in hunting."

"It is you knights who have the tradition of toying with your prey until it is exhausted before finally killing it, isn't it?"

Roy squinted, his gaze fixed on Russell, and retorted sarcastically in a lukewarm tone.

Russell naturally understood his meaning. The Grand Knight Commander was neither angry nor in a hurry to have the Silver Spear Pegasus attack Russell. Instead, he nodded and affirmed generously:

"Knights who love hunting and are very confident in their speed do indeed have the traditional custom of chasing, overtaking, and finally killing their prey. They enjoy not only the thrill of killing their prey, but also the joy of defeating it in every way. But Mr. Roy, you are not our prey. In addition to being very patient with their prey, knights also show the utmost patience and respect to opponents they acknowledge."

Roy chuckled self-deprecatingly and said loudly, "No need for jokes, Grand Knight Commander. I don't think you and the knights behind you would have any respect for a lowly tool of capital. I advise you to make your move sooner rather than later, otherwise I might slip away before you know it once I've recovered my strength."

“You can rest at your leisure. I don’t want to duel with an exhausted opponent either.” Russell’s fingers lightly brushed over the rapier, and a long-lost murderous intent appeared on his calm face. “Before that, we can have a good talk.”

Roy looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, then finally put down his bow, relaxed his tense muscles, leaned against the wall, blocked the garbage chute with his body, took a sip from the water pouch at his waist, and as if he had truly let down his guard, said:

“If you don’t mind, I don’t mind either. By now, Mr. Kane should have already evacuated as planned under Monique’s cover, right? So, what do you want to talk about?”

The other lapis lazuli is named Monique; they have a complete evacuation plan, and our raid was anticipated by the Undead Alliance...

The Grand Knight silently noted the information deliberately revealed in Roy's words, then winked at Lym beside him. Lym nodded in understanding, immediately turned around, and left the scene with a silver-lanced pegasus knight. Only then did Russell turn around, smiling and nodding at Roy.

"We will definitely have a very pleasant exchange."

"I won't say anything!" Roy said sternly, looking upright and loyal. "Don't underestimate me, Grand Knight Commander! I, Roy, have been able to hold the Azure Gold position in the Unarmored Alliance for over a decade, and that's not just because of my skills!"

"Oh, what else do you rely on?"

“Loyalty, of course!” Roy replied without batting an eye.

The Grand Knight Commander suddenly realized and agreed, "Yes, loyalty is the most important thing."

...........

Director Kane couldn't understand how the Grand Knight Commander dared to lead his men directly into the headquarters building of the Business Federation. Were the Unarmored Alliance members at the gate just sitting around doing nothing?

Oh, it seems that only Platinum is guarding the gate. It's really unlikely that he could stop a Grandmaster and Silver Spear Pegasus.

But how could the Knights of the Overwatch Council dare to do such a thing? Charging into the Commercial Federation would be tantamount to a complete break with the pillars of Kazimierz! Even if Ursus hadn't attacked yet, wouldn't they be afraid that the Commercial Federation would cut off the Knights' funding, causing factories to shut down, supplies to stop, and the intercity network to cease operation?

Aren't they afraid the Business Federation won't pay them? What makes the War Knights think they can fight Ursus? Live on photosynthesis without eating or drinking? Do they really think they're all Kazimierz superheroes?

Or do they think the Business Federation can't do it? They're really wrong. The Business Federation is already preparing to slip away, what wouldn't they dare to do?

"Hmph, when I get to Colombia, I'll definitely teach those old-fashioned knights of Casimir a lesson."

As he wiped the blood streaming down his nose, Director Kane muttered to himself.

So much so that Monique, who was driving in the front, couldn't help but glance at him in the rearview mirror, her eyes filled with pity.

This man probably doesn't know his fate yet. Oh well, Monique and the others from the Unarmored Alliance just rescued four directors from the chaos. None of those four directors knew what was good for them; they were either spouting nonsense about a big reward or bragging about taking revenge on the Supervisory Council.

I don't know where their confidence comes from.