Darkstone Code

Chapter 1273 - 1272: Nothing Is Eternal...

The hatred between nobles is far more than that of ordinary people because nobles have inheritance.

What is inheritance?

Experience, wealth, anything, passed down from top to bottom, this process is called inheritance.

The older generation of nobles passed power, wealth, and experience to the next generation, along with hatred.

Every big family has a "ledger," which doesn’t record anything interesting but rather a hostility, a hatred.

Some things that could bring shame to the family are recorded in this "ledger" and then passed down from generation to generation.

Some hatreds have no particular target or object, perhaps they once did, but not anymore.

After all, the river of history is so long, and some families, as they walk along, accidentally fall in and drown.

But there are also some that still exist.

This is old hatred combined with new grievances—the Secretariat is not just a retirement home but also a place prone to creating conflicts.

New grievances and old hatreds, gradually being released through one fight after another, the nobles in the Secretariat seem to be on the brink of losing control.

Even if the new generation of noble groups don’t seek trouble, those old nobles occasionally erupt into some revenge battles.

These past few months may have been the most astonishing times for the citizens of Gafura, as the nobles shed their sacred and luxurious robes, revealing some of what lies in their bones.

Additionally, the media mixed in some personal agenda when reporting on the hatred between nobles, causing the nobles to appear increasingly... cheap in the eyes of the public!

The red-eyed nobles, like mad dogs, appeared so fierce that even they were afraid!

But no one cares about these anymore. If someone sees two groups suddenly collide on the street, leading to intense physical conflict, or if a shop or manor is smashed, it’s definitely the nobles fighting.

In contrast, Lynch and his group have become more honest again.

"How have you been lately?" Standing in an ordinary room, Lynch examined the environment here and had to admit it was quite nice.

The raging fire in the fireplace, along with the house’s heating, made it feel nothing like the cold of winter.

As the temperature drops, Gafura’s weather has indeed become terrible, exposed in sub-zero outdoor air, one could be chilled all over in just a short time.

It’s quite nice here, very warm.

Lynch took a turn, glanced at the photo frame on the fireplace, with photos of two young people inside, looking very warm and loving.

"You seem to be adapting well to life now." Lynch returned to the sofa and sat down.

Opposite him was a young man, a Major sent by Lynch to infiltrate Gafura.

It can’t really be considered infiltration, as the Gafura people might have already figured out his situation, but due to the current extensive cooperation between them and the Federation, and with no special operations ongoing, they’ve taken no action against the Federation’s spies.

In a society like Gafura, it’s difficult for anyone other than locals to integrate into this group.

They are arrogant, rude, self-important—traits inherent that are hard to acquire later on.

The Major’s infiltration was relatively successful, but this success was built on the fact that Gafura hadn’t conducted a large-scale internal purge.

The Major nodded, poured some hot coffee for Lynch, "Alright, it’s just a bit too comfortable, I kind of miss the days of constant fighting."

The coffee cup in front of Lynch had filled with hot coffee, he gestured for it to stop, the Major reset the coffee pot, and after a moment of silence said, "Do you need me to do anything?"

As both a soldier and an employee, if the company needs to employ him, he has no choice but to comply.

Sometimes, for the Major, his current life is quite pleasant, without battle, without danger; he is one of the few Federation people who didn’t suffer from psychological disorders after leaving the battlefield.

It’s unknown if it’s because the Lord gave the Federation people too much that they became much more fragile and peculiar in psychological terms.

It’s either psychological disorders or various mental illnesses, while over there with the Peng Jieao people, reportedly they don’t have such troubles.

Lynch lifted his coffee cup and took a small sip, the oiliness and intense roasted flavor full of local character. They love to roast coffee beans until they are charred black and often look down disdainfully at those who add milk to their coffee.

Not sure where their confidence comes from, if Gafura’s army had such confidence perhaps they wouldn’t be in such a lousy state.

"If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine too, we can employ someone else." Lynch just took a small sip and put the cup down—it’s a bit hot, he smacked his lips, "In that case, I would find it somewhat regrettable."

He looked at the Major, insinuating, "You know what I mean."

Yes, the Major understood; being able to work hard in the military to become a Major and then enter Darkstone Security for further training already indicated he was no fool.

His resume from the beginning to this point has been near perfect, and if combined with successful infiltration of Gafura and the completion of certain tasks, once war breaks out in the future, he will quickly respond to the Ministry of Defense’s call and rejoin the forces as a Colonel!

This means as long as he has a little more good luck, he has a huge chance of becoming a Major General after the war ends!

The title of Major General in the army is not an honor many received. Even with the outbreak of a large-scale war bringing in numerous military credits, there wouldn’t be more than a hundred Major Generals in the Federation.

"I am a Federation citizen..."

He had just begun to speak when Lynch interrupted him, "You don’t need to use these words to convince yourself. I’m not your superior, and the company is not the military."

"If you believe that your current life is what you need, I will only congratulate you, instead of forcing you to choose a life you don’t want."

"We are humans, not tools. We should respect each other’s right to choose. I can’t control your life; it can only be chosen by you!"

Lynch is a very good boss, the Major is certainly sure of that, and his emotions have been greatly relieved. He is thinking seriously, occasionally glancing at that girl.

After a while, he asked, "Will there be turmoil in Gafura?"

Lynch thought for a bit, "If the plan succeeds, there will definitely be chaos for a while."

The Major’s eyes slowly become resolute, and he made a decision, "Can you help me send her back to the Federation first?"

"Of course, possibly along with her family, parents, and her two sisters..."

The Major straightened his back as he spoke, "I will follow the company’s arrangements, Mr. Lynch. If I’m unfortunate enough to die unexpectedly, I hope all the rights left to me can be given to her."

Lynch nodded and stood up, "No problem, contact me when you’re ready..."

Watching Lynch’s departing figure, the Major felt a bit unsettled inside but soon calmed down.

"Your friend has left?" the girl asked, standing outside the bedroom door.

The Major turned back to look at her and nodded.

His identity while undercover in Gafura is a teacher. It sounds very absurd and comical, a person with such bloody hands becoming a teacher.

Of course, he doesn’t feel guilty because, after all, he only killed enemies and anti-government militants, so this identity, apart from feeling a bit awkward, doesn’t bring about a sense of guilt.

It was also because of this identity that he met this girl and was moved by her strength and persistence.

This is the more official and formal way to put it. In reality, the loneliness of his spirit and body quickly led him into a relationship he never expected.

In the eyes of others, he is a somewhat foolish teacher who supported local education in various backward places right after graduation and even went to Amelia to teach.

Later, due to some issues, he voluntarily returned from Amelia.

This identity has no issues at all, as it truly existed because there was indeed such a person!

But unfortunately, that real dumbass even supported Amelia’s independence movement and was killed during a roundup.

His identity, however, was quite special and was preserved. Since he didn’t contact his family for a long time, coupled with changes in his appearance over five or six years, the Major smoothly integrated into this reclusive role.

People can refuse many things, but it’s hard to refuse warmth because humans naturally yearn for light and warmth, it’s an instinct.

In others’ eyes, a reclusive or even perverted teacher was clearly not a good role, but the girl gave him warmth.

The Major walked toward the girl, embraced her, and inhaled her scent, soothing all the wounds he sustained in the war at that moment.

"Didn’t you say last time you wanted to see the world outside?"

"There’s a good opportunity this time. You know about the negotiations between us and the Federation, right?"

The girl nodded cluelessly, as women don’t pay much attention to this; they are more focused on the women’s rights movement and what’s trending among women in the Federation.

"There’s an exchange program between us. My friend gave us an opportunity, and you can go see the Federation..."

"You, your two sisters, and your parents, all going together..."

The girl seemed to realize something; she didn’t refuse and merely asked softly, "Is it dangerous?"

The Major smiled confidently, "No!"

The reason why Lynch believes the situation is rapidly "deteriorating" is that neither the Nobles nor the Prime Minister nor the Imperial Family are stopping the current chaotic state of the nobles.

They all seem to let the nobles fool around, which is extremely inappropriate. The Noble Group is an important weapon used by the Prime Minister and the major nobles to counterbalance the Imperial Family.

They shouldn’t allow the nobles to act so recklessly.

Moreover, the Imperial Family isn’t taking any further actions. Given that the nobles are already in chaos, the Imperial Family should launch a series of political struggles.

Lynch was planning to sell himself and the young Count, these new-generation nobles, at a good price. When everyone else chaoses, the value of their group would become apparent.

But the current situation seems a bit odd, as if some conspiracy is brewing; he needs to make arrangements in advance.