Chapter 438: Accountability
Chapter 438: Chapter 438: Accountability
The most pressing matter right now was the auction. After all, a Perfect Type III Genetic Potion wasn’t something that came up often. If he missed this chance, there was no telling how long he’d have to wait for the next one.
The problem was that he didn’t have enough money. He had to get rid of the dirty goods he was holding.
Ideally, he would sell the five crates of Sharp Gold Stone. But unfortunately, the Sharp Gold Stone was the most difficult to unload. The more valuable something was, the fewer people dared to touch it.
Long Ming could even imagine that the moment he sold them, the Second Legion would find out about the Sharp Gold Stone. At that point, not only would he fail to make any money, but he would also likely get dealt with.
As for those few Mechanical Gods, his original plan was to repair them for his own use. But Long Ming rejected that idea.
Because his "Red Ghost" identity had no need for a Mechanical God.
And his "Long Ming" identity couldn’t use those Mechanical Gods either. Using their equipment right under the Third Legion’s nose was just asking for death!
Therefore, Long Ming decided to get rid of the Mechanical Gods first.
With this in mind, he opened the local civilization’s forum and searched to see if there were any good sales channels within the Second Expeditionary Army’s territory.
「Several hours later.」
Long Ming locked onto a place called the Star Canon Auction.
This Star Canon Auction offered both direct purchasing services and consignment auctions. Moreover, it was the largest auction house in the area.
However, its reputation wasn’t particularly good. Many people on the forums cursed it as a "crooked merchant," "vampire," and so on.
But there were also many who recommended it. In short, the reviews were mixed.
Long Ming mulled it over for a moment, then tapped his wristband and ordered a ship ticket to Omro Planet.
He was going to store the Sharp Gold Stone in his warehouse and bring the batch of Mechanical Gods with him.
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「Inside a high-level conference room in Blacktan Fortress.」
Deputy Legion Commander Talona of the Third Legion stood at the head of the conference table. His gaze was dark as he looked at the personnel from the various legions present and spoke in a cold voice.
"Our response to the Insect Race’s recent counterattack was a complete mess. The 42nd Legion, in particular, was involved in an unprecedented scandal, causing our Third Expeditionary Army to lose a huge amount of supplies, a Level 5 transport ship, and numerous battleships!"
Legion Commander Kefamo, Deputy Legion Commander Bassaf, Dikaya, and the other personnel from the 42nd Legion all looked extremely grim as they listened to Deputy Legion Commander Talona’s reprimand.
Then, Deputy Commander Talona continued coldly.
"The council has already spoken. This year’s quota must be handed over in full, not one bit less. I’ve always been fair and just—whoever makes the mess has to clean it up! Legion Commander Kefamo, since this hole was dug by your 42nd Legion, I don’t care what methods you use. You will be responsible for filling it!"
"Yes, Lord Talona. Rest assured, the 42nd Legion will take full responsibility for this deficit."
Legion Commander Kefamo said humbly.
"Good. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. If you mess this up again, you’ll bear the consequences yourself!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Meeting dismissed!"
After speaking, Talona waved his hand, issuing the order.
Everyone rose and began to leave.
Legion Commander Kefamo, Bassaf, and the others also walked out of the conference room.
Seeing Legion Commander Kefamo’s ashen face, Dikaya and the others were silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to make a sound.
After all, during the meeting, Lord Talona hadn’t spared their Legion Commander a shred of dignity.
Just then, Kefamo stopped walking.
Bassaf and the others also halted.
Kefamo looked at Bassaf with a hostile expression and said.
"Bassaf, you fix the mess you made."
"Sir, rest assured. I will definitely cover this deficit, no matter the cost!"
Bassaf replied respectfully.
"You’d better do as you say. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Hmph. You’d better watch yourself!"
Kefamo snorted coldly and left without another word.
Bassaf watched Kefamo’s departing figure, his own face twisting in resentment.
"Lord Bassaf, what do we do now? This deficit isn’t a small amount of money. Where are we going to get that much?"
Dikaya asked in alarm.
"It’s all because of that damn bunch of bastards! They’re the ones who put me in this miserable position. Since my life is difficult, I’ll make sure they don’t have it easy either!"
Deputy Legion Commander Bassaf cursed, grinding his teeth.
He had come to resent everyone in the 42nd Legion.
"Sir, you mean...?"
"Relay my order. The Third Legion has graciously granted the 42nd Legion special permission to mine Guangxiao Planet. Tell everyone to go mining!"
Bassaf said to Supervisor Dikaya with a savage grin.
"Is that... a good idea?"
Supervisor Dikaya asked, utterly astonished.
"If you think it’s not, then you can go do the digging!"
"Yes, sir! I’ll go arrange it at once!"
"And if you screw this up for me again, I’ll throw you into the mines to feed the insects!"
After viciously warning Supervisor Dikaya, Bassaf left.
Supervisor Dikaya watched Bassaf’s departing figure and breathed a sigh of relief. He then headed toward his own office.
Soon, Supervisor Dikaya was back in his office.
Gaza came forward, fawning, and asked with a grin.
"Sir, how did the meeting go?"
"How do you think it went? It was a disaster, of course. The bill for all the recent losses has been pinned on our 42nd Legion."
"No way! How could we possibly afford to pay for that?"
"Of course I know we can’t afford it. That’s why Lord Bassaf is ordering everyone to go mine on Guangxiao Planet!"
"You’re kidding! I heard that even though Guangxiao Planet was recaptured, the situation there is terrible! The front line could be breached at any moment. The Third Legion isn’t even mining there themselves anymore. Isn’t sending us just a death sentence?"
"Do you think Lord Bassaf cares about the lives of those bastards down below? Because of their actions, Lord Bassaf himself almost died!"
Dikaya replied with a cold sneer.
"That’s true."
Gaza nodded.
"Later, when you go notify everyone about the collective mining assignment, tell them it’s a benefit from the higher-ups—a chance to get rich."
"Got it!"
"Also, assign Luoxue’s squad to the most dangerous area. Damn it, a bastard from some Little Civilization dared to not save me. Does he really think I’m some pushover?"
The moment Dikaya thought about how Long Ming had nearly gotten him killed, he seethed with hatred.
"Sir, people from Little Civilizations are just short-sighted. He clearly had a chance to latch onto a patron like you, but he didn’t even save you! He really does deserve severe punishment, but..."
"But what?"
"But... is it a good idea to do this? Cosmic Noble Benoka is standing behind that Luoxue. If he decides to hold us accountable, won’t we be finished?"
"Hmph. If that kid Long Ming hadn’t shown up, I really wouldn’t have dared to touch Luoxue. But now that he’s here, and that bewitched Luoxue is getting so close to him, do you think Lord Benoka would still want her? You have to remember, as a great cosmic noble, what kind of woman can’t Lord Benoka have? That Luoxue is an idiot. She threw away a powerful patron for some worthless loser!"
"You are wise, sir. I’ll go make the arrangements right away!"
Gaza immediately and respectfully agreed.
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