Abyss Solo-Chapter 127 - : 076 The Real Opponent_2

Chapter 127: 076 The Real Opponent_2

“”I also received related news,” Fremont said, “It seems that last time during the meeting, the Second Prince strongly suggested seeking aid from the Sherman Empire, which let the Sherman Empire know… Sherman indeed has intelligence personnel buried here, and their methods are hundreds of times more sophisticated than those scoundrels from the New Federation.”

Yang Ming asked, “What are those New Federation agents doing now?”

“They just plotted an attack, utilizing a lieutenant colonel-level insider buried in the military.”

Fremont shrugged,

“Although I don’t like Gudun Mah, this old chap’s instincts are more sensitive than a mechanical dog’s nose… fortunately, nothing major came out of it.”

Yang Ming nodded with a smile.

If Gudun Mah could use this incident to gain some more influence in the military, that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

That was also part of Yang Ming’s resources.

Yang Ming watched a corner of the banquet, where Miss Windsor was chatting with two noble ladies.

However, Windsor looked a bit bored; it was the two noble ladies whispering about something, while Windsor was trying hard to blend in.

Fremont said, “Later, you’ll stand guard by the projection screen, Captain Yang Ming, no one here will target you.”

“Thank you,” Yang Ming said softly.

Fremont waved his hand with a smile, “No need to thank me, you let me see the hope of the future of the Imperial Army of the Wind Empire. Ah, this will all be your stage in the future, Captain Yang Ming.”

“You’re too modest, General; the cub must sharpen its claws before it can hunt alone.”

Yang Ming took off his watch, opened the flat projection focusing on privacy protection, his fingers swiftly tapping while responding offhandedly,

“Do you intend to retire already? There’s still a long way to go.”

Fremont sighed, “I hope so.”

Yang Ming sent a message out.

In the corner of the banquet, Miss Windsor, dressed in an evening gown, immediately took out her terminal device, a slight smile spreading in her eyes, her fingers flying.

General Fremont caught this scene keenly, he shrugged and continued his daily work—keeping an eye on every corner of the imperial palace.

…

The Sherman delegation would stay on Ilando Star for three days.

Yang Ming glanced at their itinerary; it was basically three days of the noble banquet, visiting several core factories of Rh-6 rings, having a conference to express the Sherman royal family’s support for the Wind royal family, and declaring they are eternal partners.

Since the Wind Empire’s emperor was unwell, the three princes would accompany throughout the visit.

Yang Ming was not concerned about these shows.

He was waiting.

Waiting for anyone from the Sherman delegation to appear in the old emperor’s bedchamber.

If the Sherman delegation had no form of private contact with the old emperor, then nothing could be proven, and there would still be mysteries surrounding this intelligent machine.

This was the only clue at present.

For this, Yang Ming applied to Fremont for a full day’s duty.

During these three days, he only slept four to five hours each day, spending most of the time before these hundreds of projection screens, directly participating in the mobilization of soldiers everywhere, closely monitoring the old emperor’s activities.

Yang Ming’s ‘hard-working and earnest’ spirit earned pragmatic General Fremont’s high praise.

Suggestions for Yang Ming’s promotion had been written into a memorandum by General Fremont.

What Yang Ming was concerned about appeared on the night before the delegation was about to leave.

In the early hours, all corners of the imperial palace were quiet, with only duty soldiers guarding the closed palace gates.

Two maids appeared outside Gate No. 9, being questioned by soldiers.

Yang Ming picked up the intercom beside him, “Gate No. 9, keep an eye on it.”

The sleepy technicians were suddenly roused, immediately starting their busy work.

The image of Gate No. 9 was magnified, and the conversation between the maid and the soldiers was broadcasted:

“… Princess Dana? We are confirming the princess’s order record, there is no mistake. But the princess’s guest must register information, it’s a rather critical time now.”

“I am the head maid of the princess, if you insist, I can make the princess speak with you directly, officer.”

“Oh, this… I’ll ask the command table.”

Yang Ming turned his head to look at the corner, Fremont’s lounge was empty.

The temporary command here was held by him, this small officer.

In other words, if something happened, he would have to take the blame.

Yang Ming said into the intercom, “Request the princess to order the command table directly.”

The soldiers in front of the palace gate followed the instructions, the princess’s maid glanced at the soldiers, said sorry to the stranger beside her, and hurried to contact the princess.

The stranger was also dressed in a maid’s long gown, with a veiled face, nodding with a smile now, an expression very calm.

Princess Dana, the birth mother of Fourth Princess Emilia, her order was soon delivered to the command table, and even verbally ordered:

“Let my friend come over for a chat, you can have soldiers watch her, she won’t leave my bedchamber.”

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Yang Ming immediately allowed passage.

The princess had this authority.

Yang Ming watched remotely; the stranger woman smoothly passed through the checkpoints, walked through a long corridor, and with the maid, entered Princess Dana’s bedchamber.

The earphones in Yang Ming’s left ear canal emitted a static sound, followed by a simple conversation.

…

“Dana, how have you been these past years?” the stranger woman asked.

“Very normal, no problem at all,” Princess Dana’s voice was inexplicably tense, “Let’s turn on the shielding device first.”

“Let’s go over there now, I need to check its stability.”

The stranger woman said with a smile,

“Don’t be too stressed, even if any small problems appear, we can easily resolve them, right?”

Princess Dana sighed softly.

There came the sound of moving chairs, it seemed that Princess Dana and her head maid were working, and the stranger was watching.

A slight mechanical sound arose, and a hidden door opened in the princess’s bedchamber.

The stranger woman and Princess Dana entered the hidden door together; the princess asked the head maid to wait outside.

…

Hidden door, secret passage?

Yang Ming slightly frowned, Lyu’s voice rang again:

“The secret passage should lead to the emperor’s bedchamber, there’s no electronic equipment inside, their conversation can’t be captured. But this is enough to prove, boss.”

Yang Ming nodded imperceptibly, raised his watch pretending to yawn, and said softly:

“Find a way to listen in on Princess Dana’s bedchamber, I want to know what they’ll say when they come back.”

Princess Dana asked softly, “Could there be some external assistance? The New Federation agents are quite troublesome, they even intimidated us before, launching direct cyberattacks.”

“Not for now, regrettably,” the stranger woman said, “The elders disdain low-level means like assassination and seduction, the Empire has its own way of handling problems, if things get out of control here, you know what will happen. The Empire’s generals crave every opportunity to make achievements.”

“Yeah, I’ll work hard to complete these two tasks,” Princess Dana said softly.

“This guy, a mere artificial intelligence, even dares to order me around.”

“Officer, see you in three years.”

“Hmm,” the stranger woman seemed to have hugged Princess Dana, “You are the best.”

…

Crackling static sound.

End of monitoring.

On the projection wall before Yang Ming, the veiled woman appeared in the corridor, slowly walking towards the palace gate, accompanied by the head maid.

A nearby officer saw it secretly, Yang Ming’s expression turned very grim for a few minutes.

Grim to the point of being somewhat frightening.