The Old One Was Dealt With, Now the Young One Came

Great Britain.

Lyon recalled the scene from the meeting a few days ago, and a shadow inevitably flashed through his eyes.

He had not expected that even after something like that had happened, George VII was still willing to let Charlotte contact the Indo-American Federation.

And—

"Why does Prince Lyon look so unwell? Don’t lose your manners later."

Looking at the woman beside him with a fake smile plastered across her face, Lyon could not stop the nausea rising within him.

Lucia, the Holy Maiden of this generation of The Church—unlike her predecessors, who represented light and salvation, Lyon thought she stank like the excrement lining the streets of France.

Then again, The Church had not been having an easy time under France’s Near-God these past years. They were not quite struggling at death’s door, but they had certainly been living with their tails tucked between their legs.

Though he felt deeply repulsed by Lucia, Lyon showed none of it on his face and merely brushed her off. "I didn’t sleep well last night. Please excuse my poor appearance, Holy Maiden."

Lucia did not mind his attitude. She merely looked curiously at the harbor and Charlotte standing before it. "A Master Grade expert from the Indo-American Federation? This is my first time seeing one."

"Speaking of which—"

"When will the Lu Su you know, Prince Lyon, arrive?"

At the mention of "Lu Su," Lyon’s gaze flickered, and the letter of state Great Ming had sent two days ago flashed through his mind.

Counting the days, it seemed the other party was due to arrive around now.

Just then, a colossal warship the size of a small island slowly sailed toward the harbor from the distant sea.

Seeing this, Lyon knew that the Indo-American Federation’s Master Grade expert had arrived.

Sure enough, not long after, the giant warship stopped near the harbor, unable to enter due to its sheer size.

Then, under the gazes of everyone at the harbor, the warship vanished into thin air. In its place, dozens of brown-skinned figures appeared beside Charlotte.

The middle-aged man leading them smiled when he saw Charlotte waiting at the harbor. "Long time no see, Charlotte."

Hearing his voice, Charlotte lowered her head slightly and responded respectfully, "Lord Apache, long time no see."

"This isn’t a convenient place to talk. Please follow me, Lord Apache."

Watching this unfold, Lyon could not help cursing inwardly, Shameless bitch.

Though he was badmouthing Charlotte and Apache in his heart, he did not dare show even the slightest dissatisfaction.

After all, that was a Master Grade expert. Even if the man truly killed him, His Majesty George VII probably would not fall out with him over it. At most, he would use Lyon’s death to make the Indo-American Federation lower some of its demands.

Yet as he passed Lyon, the middle-aged man following behind Charlotte suddenly stopped.

He looked at the Brown-haired Man before him with an ambiguous smile and spoke words that sent chills through his entire body. "Young man, you’d best not let your imagination run wild."

"Lest you provoke someone you shouldn’t."

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Lyon’s shoulder.

Lyon’s legs went weak, and he nearly failed to remain standing. Meanwhile, Lucia beside him looked at her nose, then at her heart, pretending she had heard nothing.

As for Charlotte, after hearing Apache’s words, she stared at her younger brother with an icy gaze.

This prince of Great Britain forced down the fear in his heart, swallowed, and said with feigned composure, "Lord Apache, I don’t understand what you mean."

Apache immediately laughed. Turning around, he signaled for Charlotte to continue leading the way, casually tossing out a final remark. "Lu Su of Great Ming stands behind you. I won’t make things difficult for you today."

With that, he and the Card Masters of the Indo-American Federation left Lyon’s sight under Charlotte’s guidance.

Even after he left, Lyon remained frozen in his previous posture. It was not until Lucia waved a hand before his face that he gradually came back to his senses.

Only then did the Brown-haired Man realize that cold sweat had already soaked his entire body.

After taking several deep breaths, he barely managed to steady his emotions.

Recalling Apache’s words, Lyon could not help feeling fortunate that he had someone backing him. Otherwise, he might truly have died here.

With that thought, he became even more determined to cling tightly to Lu Su.

Judging from Lu Su’s talent, Hall of Fame Grade did not seem impossible either.

By then, Apache would be nothing, and even Adley might not pose a problem.

As for the relationship between Great Britain and Great Ming—

Being Great Ming’s dog was the greatest honor! My Great Ming was invincible under heaven!

Elsewhere.

Unaware that someone had set their sights on him, Lu Su was hurrying toward Great Britain alone without stopping.

As for why he was alone, it was naturally because he had stored the accompanying Card Masters inside False Karakura Town.

However, if Great Britain had not specifically requested Lu Su’s personal attendance, Ji Weirui would actually have been the more suitable candidate. After all, her Master Grade Field Card, Kunlun Hills, was clearly better suited for displaying Great Ming’s majesty.

Just as Lu Su was considering whether he should also create a Master Grade Field Card, Great Britain’s King City, shrouded in thick fog, appeared before his eyes.

"Why is there such thick fog when there hasn’t even been an Industrial Revolution?"

The strange thought flashed through his mind, and Lu Su followed his Spiritual Power to locate Lyon’s residence.

In his perception, this old acquaintance of his was currently sitting in the living room with a furrowed brow, seemingly pondering something extremely important.

Unfortunately, Lu Su had guessed wrong. Lyon was not thinking about anything important.

Or rather, in a sense, it was indeed extremely important to him.

The Brown-haired Man was thinking about how to prostrate himself before Lu Su when they met.

Just as he was wondering whether he should simply kneel and say, "If you do not reject me, I, Lyon, am willing to acknowledge you as my adoptive father," a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Lyon."

"I didn’t expect you to truly make it this far."

Hearing this, Lyon was startled and hurriedly turned around. His reinforcements were standing behind him, looking at him with a strange expression.

He gathered his thoughts and forced a smile onto his face. "Lu… Lu Su…"

"Why didn’t you tell me in advance that you were coming? I could have arranged for someone to welcome you."

Lu Su raised an eyebrow.

He felt that this old acquaintance’s attitude was subtly different from before.

He seemed more obsequious.

However, Lu Su could not be bothered to consider why. He merely shook his head slightly. "Respect is mutual."

"I’ll treat Great Britain exactly as Great Britain treated Great Ming before."

Hearing those words, Lyon felt that his choice had been incomparably correct.

Listen to that. Just listen to that.

A nation of etiquette like Great Ming truly could not be compared to a country founded by paupers and natives like the Indo-American Federation.

After hypnotizing himself with those thoughts for a while, Lyon hurriedly said, "I’ll take you to the residence His Majesty has arranged for Great Ming first."

"Did you come alone, Lu Su?"

At this, Lu Su released the Great Ming Card Masters from False Karakura Town.

Seeing this, Lyon first straightened his back, but then slightly bowed again. With a smile on his face, he led Lu Su and the others outside.

On the way to Great Ming’s accommodations, the Brown-haired Man naturally began talking about Apache.

After hearing about the Indo-American Federation’s Master Grade expert, Lu Su could not help frowning slightly. "It seems Apache knows me."

He was not particularly surprised that Great Britain had invited the Indo-American Federation. After all, he himself would not put all his eggs in one basket.

However, based on Lyon’s description, Apache probably knew information about him.

But that made sense when he thought about it. Adley had previously clashed with Great Ming over the Skin Peeler, so it was not impossible that information about Lu Su, Great Ming’s strongest expert, had spread through the Indo-American Federation.

"Tsk."

"I didn’t expect something like this to happen."

Though it felt somewhat troublesome, it was only troublesome.

Times had changed. Back when he had just advanced to Master Grade, he had already forced Adley to yield. Now that he had created three Master Grade cards, there was even less reason for him to be intimidated.

Besides, Apache was not Adley.

With that thought, Lu Su’s frown relaxed.

Seeing this, Lyon, who had been watching Lu Su’s expression all along, also sighed in relief inwardly. Looks like there won’t be a problem.

Soon, under Lyon’s guidance, the people of Great Ming arrived at their accommodations.

The third day arrived—the day George VII had set for talks with Great Ming and the Indo-American Federation.

Outside the magnificent royal palace.

Lu Su strolled unhurriedly toward the conference hall under the guidance of an attendant.

Just then, a voice came from beside him.

"You’re Lu Su, aren’t you?"

Hearing his name, Lu Su turned his head and saw a tall, brown-skinned middle-aged man looking him over from head to toe.

The instant he saw the middle-aged man, Lu Su identified him. "Apache."

Apache was not surprised that the youth recognized him.

He walked over to Lu Su and spoke in a tone that was unclear whether it was mockery or admiration. "You don’t seem all that special."

"Yet Lord Adley was willing to back down."

Seeing his attitude, Lu Su’s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold.

As though he had not noticed Lu Su’s emotions, Apache clapped his hands. "I get it."

"It was because Sakaja was in your hands at the time, wasn’t it?"

He paused, then grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth that carried a chilling glint. "Oh, right."

"Sakaja."

"She’s my older sister."

As those words fell, the atmosphere grew instantly strange.

Lu Su narrowed his eyes at the brown-skinned man before him, his expression gradually becoming dangerous.

He had always remembered that Sakaja was the Skin Peeler’s real name.

Previously, under pressure from Adley, Lu Su had been forced to grit his teeth and release her. Who would have thought that before Great Ming could settle the score with her, her younger brother would come looking for trouble first?

"Courting death."