Chapter 599 — Face to Face
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Following the sensation, she saw a female knight standing not far behind Luo Yan Augustus, tall and upright. The young woman had gray hair falling over her shoulders, and both her figure and features could be considered fine, yet her gaze was rather cold, seeming to conceal a hint of hostility.
Amber blinked, and the relevant intelligence immediately surfaced in her mind.
That should be the current generation's "Wolf General" of the Typhon Empire, Anluo Wendell. Apparently, because her father had gone missing in Ansau-controlled territory, she harbored hostility toward Ansau.
Amber thought for a moment, felt she'd found something to do, and simply glared back, locking eyes with Anluo.
A moment later, the young Wolf General Anluo Wendell shifted her gaze away with some awkwardness and embarrassment.
She had never met a noble so lacking in refinement. Inexperience caused her to come off worse in the staring contest, and she couldn't help but think: Are all Ansau people this barbaric?
Amber, meanwhile, felt her mood brighten from this small victory and muttered softly: "Yay—"
This secret clash between the Cecil intelligence chief and the Typhon Wolf General went unnoticed by anyone. Gao Song's attention was almost entirely devoted to observing the Typhon Emperor before him and speculating about his character. After a round of rather insubstantial pleasantries, he, along with Amber, Suoyou, and the others accompanying him, were led into Luo Yan's temporary residence.
A banquet—not exactly sumptuous, but already precious beyond measure in this wasteland—awaited them.
Nothing could be grown on the wasteland, and the monsters roaming everywhere were clearly difficult to serve as food. The Typhon camp's supplies, like the Cecil camp's, depended entirely on rear-line logistics. Under such harsh conditions, even what Luo Yan Augustus could offer his guests was extremely limited, but clearly no one truly cared about the banquet itself... at least, no one except Amber.
After letting Amber go forage on her own, Gao Yang naturally carried his wine cup over to Luo Yan Augustus. The people around them automatically stepped back a little distance, maintaining their guard duties while leaving space for the Duke and the Emperor to converse.
"I hope you won't mind this meager hospitality," Luo Yan revealed a faint, barely-there smile. "Our supplies do not come easily."
"It is the same on our side," Gao Yang said calmly. "I understand well the harsh conditions at the edge of the wasteland—in fact, the so-called 'difficulties' we face here today would have been unimaginably luxurious conditions seven hundred years ago. At least now we can stand in a relatively safe camp, holding a cup of wine, and talk."
He gave the golden cup in his hand a slight swirl. The dark red liquid within rippled gently, reflecting an alluring luster.
"That is precisely why we must cherish this hard-won safety and prosperity all the more," Luo Yan raised his cup slightly. "To you, and to the pioneers who created all this seven hundred years ago—my respects."
Gao Yang accepted the salute with composure, and then Luo Yan continued: "The reason we have come here today is to ensure this safety can continue to be maintained, is it not?"
"Of course," Gao Yang said, while unobtrusively watching every flicker of expression on Luo Yan Augustus's face. "But not everyone wishes this safety to endure. Some whose minds are unhinged will even actively sabotage the safety barrier that allows us to survive. What is your view on this?"