The Wizard Path From The Simulator

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‘Completely Breaking Off Relations’ (Seeking

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Etherlon Star, one of the colonial stars of the Azure Star Federation.

At this moment, within a luxurious apartment in the capital city of Etherlon Star.

A middle-aged man lay a paper document in front of another man.

After completing this action, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, signifying that the man in front of him could open the document to take a look.

“Royce, what is this?”

“I think you should open it and see for yourself.”

Royce spoke.

Unexpectedly, Ian Lees glanced at Royce and picked up the document in front of him.

Pushing up his glasses, Ian focused on the text in the document.

After a moment, Ian set down the document and asked puzzlingly:

“That’s it? And then what, what do you want us to do with this boy?” “Besides, this should be your own business, I don’t think we can help, let alone involve a Federation Councilor.”

After he finished speaking, Ian pushed the document in front of him towards Royce.

Was this a joke? Attacking a member of the Federation Council, was he tired of living?

“A boy and a councilor on the verge of retirement—that’s nothing to you, right?”

Royce shrugged and said with a faint smile.

“Stop joking, Royce. I don’t want to be on the Federation’s wanted list.” Ian responded, his tone underscored with a hint of rejection.

“What if the reward is a seat on the Interstellar Colonization Council?” Royce proposed.

Upon hearing this, Ian stiffened for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

After a moment of contemplation, he replied: “I don’t think you have that power.”

A seat on the Interstellar Colonization Council represented more than just a councilor—it held deeper implications.

“I think you should look at your computer first, then consider how to respond to me.”

Royce said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ian quickly took out his palm computer and turned it on.

When Ian saw the message, his pupils dilated slightly, as if he’d seen something unimaginable.

“Is this a deal? You know, we’ve never taken such a large order.”

“Yes, it’s a deal.”

“Then here’s to a pleasant transaction.”

Ian switched off his palm computer and responded with feigned ease.

Azure Star, Capital City, inside the United Laboratory.

Milton Cheney sent the integrated experimental data to Professor Edgerton.

“Old Edgerton, research on the Hope Elixir can stop now. Hope V is already the limit for this drug.”

Milton said.

Upon hearing these words, Professor Edgerton nodded.

“I understand. We’ll focus on that other drug you mentioned next.”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I may not be around to see the development of that drug. You know, I don’t have much time left.”

Professor Edgerton joked.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll go before you do.”

Milton shrugged and replied.

After the jest, the two chatted for a moment before Milton left the laboratory.

After leaving, Milton headed to where Alon was. Upon arrival, Milton knocked on Alon’s office door.

“Come in.”

Milton opened the door and closed it behind him.

Alon wasn’t surprised to see Milton; instead, he kept handling matters at his desk.

Milton didn’t speak; he just found a spot and sat down.

After a while, Alon finished his tasks. Then he turned to Milton and asked, “How’s it going?”

There was a hint of inquiry in his tone.

“We may not have enough time. The Interstellar Colonization Council has already sent me a message.”

Milton replied.

It nad been SIX years since ne Intormed Alon about tne muta Civilization.

These six years seemed to have calmed the members of the Interstellar Colonization Council down.

They appeared to have forgotten about Milton.

Of course, this forgetfulness was only false, a calm before the storm.

Half a year ago, the Interstellar Colonization Council made new moves.

This time, they seemed to have given up on covert actions and instead went overt.

They started sending him messages, for instance.

These messages were basically threats.

Milton was no fool.

Now, he couldn’t afford to take things lightly anymore.

At this point, if he backed down, conciliation would be out of the question.

“The overt messages are likely intended to distract you.”

“I know them too well. There will definitely be covert operatives at work; they just haven’t shown up yet.”

“But the people within the Interstellar Colonization Council won’t make a move on you themselves. Most likely, they’ll hire outsiders, like their lapdogs.”

Alon scornfully said.

He knew only too well about these tactics.

“I know, so I was saying, we may not have enough time.”

Milton replied.

“Then we should strike first. More than one person in the Federation is dissatisfied with the Interstellar Colonization Council.” “It’s just that no one is willing to stick their neck out.” Alon tapped his fingers lightly on the desk as he spoke.

Milton was taken aback at Alon’s words.

Could this be said outright?

He hadn’t expected that Alon was even more radical than himself on the issue of the Interstellar Colonization Council and the Muta Civilization. “A few councilors in the Federation Parliament agree with this mad plan.” Milton changed the subject.

In the Federation Parliament, Alon wasn’t the only one who knew the inside story.

What Alon said about the Federation’s dissatisfaction with the Interstellar Colonization Council wasn’t unfounded—it was factual..