Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Lucas.

His body suddenly trembled.

The head of the intelligence department, as a high-ranking official who participates in national conferences, has his identity publicly disclosed.

Lucas Wardfak!

This is a name that sounds like an insult.

It left a very deep impression on Bode.

He just hadn't thought of it that way before. If the Lucas the young lady was talking about was this Lucas, then what is her identity?

Bode closed his mouth, which had been agape in surprise.

Perhaps they come from those well-known political families; otherwise, how could they possibly have such great power?

“I’ll have someone bring the key over right away. If you’re not in a hurry, Miss, you can wait here for a couple of days,” Bode said.

"I'm not in a hurry."

An Ran nodded.

The capital of the lower prefecture is located on an artificial tower.

That is, the very spot where they are standing now.

It is over 700 kilometers long.

The bottom diameter is 230 kilometers.

Such massive man-made structures are the culmination of human wisdom and mechanical manufacturing.

As a mechanic, how could An Ran not want to take a look?

"Young Miss, you'll be staying with me for the next few days..."

“Shut up, this is none of your business,” Bode yelled angrily at his son.

"I……"

His son was so frustrated that he couldn't speak.

Just a moment ago, the father and son were being loving and harmonious, and now, less than two minutes later, you've started cursing.

In front of Anran, Bode contacted the butler: "Send over the key I treasure, yes, the one related to that legend. Make sure it's delivered to me within two days."

After hanging up, Bode looked at An Ran in a fawning manner: "Miss, what do you think of this?"

"It's alright. I'll come back to you after I deliver the goods."

"Then, Miss, this contact information..."

"I'll come over when I arrive, so don't worry."

The entire tower, even the parts without internet access, is under Anran's surveillance.

Because this tower is made of metal.

There are no surveillance cameras, but these metal objects are Anran's eyes.

"I understand." Bode stopped arguing and let Anran do as she pleased.

In his eyes, An Ran was one of the people standing at the very top of the Star Alliance.

He's someone I can't afford to mess with.

Only people at this level, living a carefree life, would think about pursuing such seemingly ethereal legends.

Bode left with his son.

Isaac also made a quick getaway with his money.

After all the commotion, the place returned to being a private world for Anran and Ella.

"Let's climb the tower!"

Anran suggested.

"Yeah."

After flying around so much, it's nice to occasionally walk.

……

Two days later, the moment the spaceship carrying the keys arrived at the Tower Airport, Anran was already standing at the door of Bode's villa.

In An Ran's view, as soon as the spaceship came to a stop, the people inside began to act with clear division of labor.

Those who registered were in charge of registering, those who hauled the goods were in charge of hauling the goods, and the rest of the people nervously stood guard around, afraid that something might happen.

After leaving the airport, the convoy sped along and stopped in front of the villa in just over six minutes.

"Hey, Miss, what are you doing here?" Bode, who came out of the villa, looked at An Ran in surprise.

An Ran nodded: "I'm here to get the keys."

"..."

Bode immediately had his men hand the keys over to Anran.

The metal box flew directly to An Ran before it could even be handed over.

"That box is sealed..."

Click click click.

The box disintegrated again, turning into a pile of trivial parts. What use is the password anyway?

Bode fell silent.

What else can I say? They're awesome.

Before Anran appeared an antique key, about the size of Ella's palm. (How big is Ella's palm? The size of a 130cm tall girl's hand.)

When another key suddenly appeared in the air, the two keys automatically came together!

Even the keys are in pairs, sticking together for warmth, while Anran... isn't envious at all.

Ha, nothing special!

She already had it.

However, this also led An Ran to discover something interesting.

These keys can sense each other.

This makes finding the key that the Wang family hid on Aixing much easier.

……

Anran heard the news on her way back to Bapulo.

Lianhe Zaobao Morning News.

She was making breakfast when she heard the news anchor say in an extremely tense tone that the Sentinel Corps had launched an attack on Aix-en-Provence.

The various defensive measures deployed around Aixing were far superior to those of the large ship industrial and trade zone.

The density of man-made buildings is also higher than that of the Dachuan Industrial and Trade Zone.

However, when the Fourth Prince mobilized the expeditionary force for a surprise attack last time, most of the defensive fortifications were destroyed. This time, when facing the attack of the Imperial Guard, the lack of various defensive facilities was exposed.

I can't hold on any longer!

Judging from the initial stage of the war, even supporters of the Fourth Prince would find it difficult to say with certainty that "the Fourth Prince will surely win."

"It's almost here."

An Ran calculated the time and estimated that she would not arrive in Baplo for another week, so the time to build the psionic weapon would be quite tight.

The outcome of the war on Aix-en-Provence has touched the hearts of millions.

The rebels hoped the war would drag on indefinitely so they could consolidate their power.

Supporters of both sides hoped the war would end as soon as possible, as neither the Fourth Prince nor the Royal Guard could afford to drag it out.

Having broken through the defenses of the Selene military industrial zone, Visal charged forward like a knight in his prime, full of energy, riding a tall warhorse and wielding a long coin, rushing towards the two giants who were wrestling.

Coincidentally, the giant with his back to the excited knight was from the Royal Guard.

Behind every giant lies a great weakness.

The third prince was even happier.

He didn't care about the outcome of the war, as long as it started, that was enough.

As the situation gradually escalated to the point where war was inevitable, the Third Prince was nearly ecstatic.

"The chosen one, I am the chosen one, hahahahaha..."

He laughed wildly.

There is a reason for this conclusion.

Because to everyone else, the current Third Prince is the chosen one.

At first, he was framed and even kicked out by the Fourth Prince. At that time, the Third Prince seemed to be the most miserable. He didn't have many people and ran to a remote place. It looked like he was going to be beaten up by the Second Prince.

Who knew that the Second Prince, who was in such a favorable position, would be blown up by the suddenly rebellious Vesa, and even the royal family was caught off guard before the Second Prince knelt down.

That's great.

The Third Prince, who occupied a piece of "garbage land," could sit back and watch the tigers fight. Once the Fourth Prince lost power, no one in the entire imperial family would be able to compete with him.

The eldest prince, then let him be a useless piece of trash.

He had the support of several old nobles, but he didn't even dare to stand up and speak out. Now he's been abandoned by everyone. Who does he think he is?

"This world will eventually be mine."

Envisioning a bright future, the Third Prince and his men watched this exciting TV series every day.

"Hurry up and release the finale, damn it!"

You never know if the screenwriter is one person or many people, or even if the screenwriter isn't human. Oh, and I should add that even if the screenwriter is truly conscientious, their word doesn't necessarily count.

At this moment, most people have overlooked Night Owl, who was originally regarded as a cancer on the empire.