Work Prophet

The arrival of Grey reignited hope for the nobles of Rune City, who were originally in despair.

Especially those new nobles, the news that Wolf had gone to seek refuge with Ireya and was rejected made many who were hesitant to surrender completely give up, turning instead to actively prepare for war.

The Black Hand was unsurprisingly chosen as the commander of the army, and within just ten days, he had gathered a force of twenty thousand under his banner.

Moreover, people were still rushing to Rune City after hearing the news, but Grey told Adela that he needed to send out troops.

"But now we don't have more people than the other side," Black Hand said, "not to mention they have the protection of Saturday."

"You also have the protection of Valria," Grey said.

"Where is the protection of Valria?" Black Hand asked.

"You'll see it in due time."

"Such an answer doesn't have much persuasion," Black Hand saw that Grey didn't seem to want to explain further, so he spoke again.

"Listen, kid, I know you're very loyal to the Priest of Cornelia, and I respect her very much, but there are not only followers of the Life Goddess here.

"The upcoming battle will determine the ownership of the Golden Valley. If we lose, we will end up with nothing, possibly even losing our lives, so I believe we have the right to know the Priest of Cornelia's plan.

"If you've been ordered not to reveal anything before setting out, at least make up something to convince others to take this risk with me."

Grey thought for a moment and said, "I didn't want to say anything before because I was worried there might be spies among your people, but now the army is about to set out, so it doesn't matter anymore, I'll reveal some information to you."

"When His Majesty was recapturing New Moon Land, he sought help from the Priest of Cornelia, who requested the Life Goddess to cast a curse that caused the armies of the nobles opposing His Majesty in New Moon Land to suffer from incessant diarrhea on the day of the battle."

Black Hand was taken aback upon hearing this, then showed a look of joy. He had heard about this before, "Do you mean that when we go to war with those westerners, they too will..."

Grey nodded, "Valria has cursed Ireya and your niece, as well as all the officers in their army. Those people will suffer from diarrhea in four days, by then no one will be able to command the army.

"If you and your men launch an attack on them at that time, can you guarantee a victory?"

"Absolutely!" Black Hand said without hesitation, "If we still can't win under such circumstances, then I might as well find a lake and drown myself in it."

With reassurance, Black Hand finally felt at ease, and then got a bit excited. Defeating Ireya and the western army she led would not only preserve the current territory but also enhance Adela's reputation.

That was Ireya, the Dragon Slayer Knight, master of the western realm, Empire Valkyrie, who had once defeated Solomon and the unbeatable winged army, and now called herself the Divine Chosen King... She had numerous halos around her.

Anyone who can defeat her will immediately become the most famous person on the Bratis Continent.

By then, who else can stop him from unifying the Golden Valley and becoming the master of this land?

Thinking of this, Black Hand's heart suddenly grew hot.

Crises always coexist with opportunities, and no one understands this better than Adela. Had Theodore not died, and the Golden Valley not fallen into chaos, he could hardly have risen to his current position.

Similarly, Ireya leading her army to press the border this time was also an opportunity.

"Are you sure Valria will intervene?" Black Hand looked at Grey eagerly.

"The Life Goddess has already intervened," Grey said, "All we need to do is wait four days, then the curse will take effect."

"Good!" Black Hand slammed the desk, "Then we'll set out tonight, I will defeat that so-called Divine Chosen King for His Majesty and the Priest of Cornelia, and personally present this land to them."

......

Li Yu was walking down the stairs with a backpack when he noticed Zhang Yanlin, Ma Yuhan, Hao Xiaoxiao, Zhang Hai, and even An Yixin were all there, not a single one had left.

Li Yu pointed at the wall clock, "It's already 5:15; why haven't you left work yet?"

Zhang Yanlin hurriedly came over, lowered his voice, and said, "Someone from the headquarters is here. He says his name is Sergei; he's here to see you."

Li Yu finally noticed a man lounging on the sofa. The man saw Li Yu walking downstairs and raised the dented aluminum flask he was holding, speaking in Russian.

"Do you want to have a sip first, or should we get straight to business?"

"Let's get straight to business," Li Yu said, pointing to a nearby meeting room, "We can go there, Director Sergei."

"No, we'll talk at my place, kid," Sergei rudely interrupted Li Yu.

He got up from the sofa like a clumsy bear emerging from its cave, muttering, "It's more straightforward."

"Straightforward?"

"Precisely." Sergei evaluated Li Yu, "Let's go, drive your car, we're going to the airport. Let your girlfriend know you won't be back tonight if you have one."

"Where are we going?" Li Yu picked up his car keys.

"To the junkyard," Sergei grinned, "But it's in Russia. Lao Qin said you're in a war there, and I happen to have some unused junk to give you."

"Is this the board's decision, or..."

"Screw the board, it's just Taylor's toy, just like you. I'll do what I want; I'm also one of the directors."

Sergei said, "Stop asking so many questions, drive your car, we need to get moving if you plan on clocking in on time tomorrow morning."

"But my passport is still at home," Li Yu said.

"Follow me, you don't need that little booklet," Sergei sneered.

So Li Yu said no more, and an hour later, the two arrived at the airport. Sergei kept his promise and led Li Yu swaggering through security checks, the waiting hall, all the way to the boarding gate.

No one stopped them along the way, and afterward, they boarded a shuttle to a Bombardier Challenger 650.

Sergei noticed a hint of surprise in Li Yu's eyes and snorted, "What, you think a drunkard like me shouldn't own a private jet?"

"You're a director of the third period; not to mention a private jet, even having a fighter jet wouldn't be strange," Li Yu said.

Sergei seemed quite satisfied with this answer, extended a big hand, and patted Li Yu's back, "You're not as annoying as Lao Qin said, and," he paused, proudly said, "I do have fighter jets, more than one."