CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 471: CAN’T EVEN HANDLE A TRIVIAL MATTER

He performed the standard ritual of allegiance to a noble, his expression solemn as he said, "Murphy has seen Duke Imoles."

Fu Xing waved his hand nonchalantly, "Please, take a seat!"

Those outside knew the discussion in the meeting room had ended; Doctor Ji Mian, Randall, Monger, and others entered, finding their own seats. The display screen above the conference table was turned on, revealing the face of a man with a scruffy beard and heavy dark circles under his eyes, looking like he was near exposing his true intentions.

It was Horace.

The few people seated in the room cast sympathetic glances toward Horace.

Murphy was secretly surprised, not knowing what the meeting was going to discuss but he could feel that he was accepted and couldn’t help feeling pleased.

As soon as Horace saw Fu Xing, he almost cried but was met with a cold stare from Fu Xing, which immediately made him stop.

"You can’t even handle a small task properly," Fu Xing said irritably, "The person was taken right from under your nose, what are you even good for?"

Horace was also helpless! The level of the fight at that time was so high that he simply couldn’t intervene, but voicing that would sound like making excuses, so he could only admit his mistake with a bowed head.

Fortunately, Randall had some conscience and took the initiative to say, "This is my fault. I used to have the mecha prepared in advance so that, at least, I could have been involved."

"Forget it, let’s talk about the real issue," Fu Xing said, tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose, a hint of impatience crossing his handsome face.

"Yes."

Horace didn’t dare to say anything else and immediately got into the state of things, "I’ve been keeping an eye on Prince Clive’s group, and several times I almost lost them. Don’t look at Prince Clive having been imprisoned on Helheim Star for nearly a hundred years, but he left behind a lot of contingencies that are still useful after all this time. Several times he had people cover for him, offering passage, and now they have entered here..."

Horace opened the starmap, zooming in on an inconspicuous planet, and began explaining the situation.

"Additionally, it’s not only me who is tracking them. At least a dozen other forces are also pursuing them, with the most prominent among them being Eternal City and the Lost Association. According to my observations, the Lost Association is targeting Prince Clive; it’s not surprising that they want to absorb him into their organization given his identity and status."

"Are you saying there are also strange reasons?" Ji Mian asked curiously.

"Yes, Eternal City holds a great hostility towards Clive and the others; their purpose is not yet clear, but they are the most crazed in pursuit. Most of the casualties the group has suffered over the past half year were due to Eternal City’s actions."

Everyone present was from Fu Xing’s side, so he did not conceal the truth, "They are after Lin Fu."

"Lady?"

"What’s the reason for this?"

Everyone was puzzled, and even Murphy curiously looked at Fu Xing, while Horace was totally confused. His gaze suddenly met Randall’s, and instantly he saw intense sympathy and pity in his eyes.

Horace wondered, he was already very miserable, what else could happen that he would be regarded with more pity?

As it turned out, there was.

For Horace, it was not about being the unluckiest, but about becoming even unluckier.

"The true identity of Lin Fu is Princess Freya, the daughter of Joseph IV, and the niece of the City Lord of Eternal City. Now that she has been captured by Clive, Eternal City will definitely pursue them relentlessly. Right now, Clive himself is probably in a difficult position; I reckon he didn’t expect that the person he casually captured would turn out to be a hot potato."

If it weren’t for them and Eternal City keeping watch, Clive would have already shaken off the pursuit, disappeared into the vast ocean, free as a bird. But now, holding Lin Fu in his grasp, he can neither release her nor is it easy to keep holding on to her as the troubles will only continue to grow.