Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1269: Whispers of Conflict

"Hmm." The Seventh Elder acknowledged with a sound and was about to leave when Harchand suddenly remembered something.

"Seventh Elder, if these alien royals come into conflict with representatives of the Eight Star Systems, how should we handle it?"

The Seventh Elder paused slightly. "Handle it as you see fit."

Inside the grand estate, the three alien royals were led to their respective accommodations.

Before long, two young alien royals arrived at Sol’Rae’s residence, where the three of them gathered.

"These humans are still as fearful of us as ever," sneered Ignis’Kai, the prince of the Scaldriths.

As soon as he stepped inside, he let his tail materialize and casually dropped it onto the floor.

"If you’ve taken human form, don’t revert to your original state so carelessly," Var’Thal the prince of Umbrathari frowned.

"Sol’Rae hasn’t said anything about it." Despite his words, Ignis’Kai retracted his tail and letting it turn back into legs. Lazily, he added, "By the way, do these low-dimensional beings really think they can keep us confined in this estate? Where would they get the audacity to imprison us?"

Outside, only a small portion of the human military had withdrawn.

The majority remained, surrounding the estate like an iron fortress.

Several of them had strong energy signatures—clear signs that they had been left behind to guard them.

"They wouldn’t dare," Var’Thal said with certainty.

"Of course, they wouldn’t. But I doubt you came here just to discuss this, did you?" Sol’Rae accepted the goblet handed to him by his personal attendant.

The cup contained a green liquid with a faint waxy scent—it was the blood of a rare insect-beast.

Ordinary aliens couldn’t afford such a drink.

The blood of this insect-beast could enhance their strength, making them increasingly powerful over time.

Only the royal family could consume it daily as if it were mere wine.

The two princes exchanged glances. "Tomorrow is the negotiation with the humans. What do you think? Are we really going to agree to their demands?"

"That depends on what demands they make."

Seeing that they couldn’t get much out of Sol’Rae, they changed the subject.

Ignis’Kai said, "I heard that just a thousand meters from here is an embassy where representatives of the Eight Star Systems are staying."

"The human who stole the Aelra Umbrathari-1 Battleship is supposedly there too," Var’Thal added.

He had once considered recruiting Aelra but hadn’t expected him to die so quickly, losing both his life and his battleship.

Noting their murderous intent, Sol’Rae said coldly, "That matter is not ours to deal with for now. I suggest you both save your energy."

"True enough," Var’Thal chuckled.

Ignis’Kai remained silent, though his mind was already calculating.

Aelra’s family was a noble lineage of considerable strength.

Recruiting Aelra would have meant gaining the support of his family.

However, now that Aelra was dead, his Umbrathari-1 Battleship was an unclaimed prize, no longer belonging to his family.

If they could seize the battleship, their strength would rise significantly, giving them a major advantage in this competition.

Sol’Rae didn’t need to guess what they were thinking.

A scornful smile flickered across his lips.

The fleet they had sent to the Erythar System was not nearly as powerful as those deployed in other universes.

But still, how could such a backward system possibly have taken down two of their battleship?

Sol’Rae didn’t believe for a second that the Erythar Star System had no hidden trump cards.

He wanted the Umbrathari-1 Battleship too, so why not let them test the waters for him first?

Ignis’Kai and Var’Thal didn’t linger for long before making excuses to leave.

Once they returned to their respective estates, they immediately began conspiring with their trusted aides on how to reclaim the battleship from the Erythar Star System.

Meanwhile, in the embassy, at the top-floor window—

Kenny Lin suddenly let out a soft chuckle.

Sharif and Rafiq instinctively turned to look at him.

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"Don’t leave the embassy until after the negotiation tomorrow."

As they were still puzzling over his words, Kenny Lin spoke again.

"The aliens want to cause trouble for us?" Sharif immediately made the connection.

After all, Aelra’s Umbrathari-1 Battleship was in their hands, and the aliens were bound to be furious.

As long as the battleship remained with them, it would be a constant reminder of their humiliating defeat at the hands of humans—they had lost both soldiers and ships.

Moreover, a single battleship possessed enough firepower to dominate half a star system.

How could the aliens not covet it?

"If you go out looking for trouble yourselves, don’t expect Amalia to save you. I’m not as kind as she is, especially when it comes to people who bring problems upon themselves," Kenny Lin warned bluntly.

"Mr. Kenny is right. We won’t leave the embassy until the negotiations begin," Rafiq replied with a relaxed expression.

He had no issue with staying inside; he was already spending most of his time training.

Ever since he had begun to experience the benefits of cultivation, he had little interest in running around outside.

Sharif sighed. "Must be nice for you. You all spend your days training in your rooms, and I’m the only one stuck dealing with everything else."

Rafiq burst out laughing. "Well, you are a Minister, after all. We’re just rough fighters, only good for combat. Dealing with people is your specialty."

Kenny Lin leaned against the window, lost in thought.

When would Amalia return?

If she didn’t come back soon, he’d have to go to the underground city to find her.

Underground City, Nebula Bar.

Within the range of Amalia’s divine sense, she noticed that ever since the meeting between the three major underground factions’ leaders, the bar had attracted some unusual visitors.

These people didn’t wear masks, but their faces appeared oddly blurred.

Ordinary people, assuming it was just the dim lighting in the bar, wouldn’t think twice about it.

But Amalia could see through the deception.