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Chapter 276 Meeting
Governor's Residence Corridor
The bells kept echoing, and this luxurious corridor seemed to have turned into a resonance chamber. Every time the firing pin struck, the corridor shook, causing everyone in the corridor to tremble from their hair to their muscles to their bones, and even their souls.
In such an environment, Sir Orlaine's bare feet dragged on the ground as he was carried to the meeting room by two mechanical servants.
He had walked down this corridor just four days ago. At that time, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked very proud, surrounded by countless fans.
But now he was disheveled, sloppy and drowsy, with dull eyes and drooling from the corners of his mouth.
He was bareheaded, his hair was sparse and messy, and the bald spot was particularly noticeable. He was half-dressed, wearing only an unbuttoned shirt, revealing his hairy belly and a chest drooping from excess fat. He was wearing baggy shorts on his lower body, and his legs were hairy and his acrofacial muscles were enlarged.
In Blackwater Fortress, his family is in charge of medicines. Whether it is analgesics, hemostatics... or forbidden medicines, they must all be handled by his family.
Therefore, although his family is not as powerful as those families that directly control food and water sources, it is definitely not to be ignored, and he therefore has a seat on the Karenya Council.
A noble of this rank should not have been treated like this, but when Vicklor rang the bell to summon the parliament, only Orlain failed to show up, as if the noble had decided to give up exercising his power at this meeting.
But at the behest of both Vek'lor and Esrik, mechanical servants broke into his mansion and eventually found him in a stuffy room filled with body odor and excessive perfume.
He was already like this when the servitor pulled him off the woman.
Olaine was dragged to the door of the conference room, where Vicklor was already standing there waiting.
The Mechanical Sage looked at the rotten mass of flesh and put on his ball mask again, although even without the mask his metal face could not express any emotion.
He didn't care if the noble made a fool of himself, but this was the Supreme Council after all, and Orlaine had to at least maintain basic sanity.
So he took out a tube of injection from the plate held by the mechanical assistant beside him, pulled out the seal, and then inserted the needle into Olaine's neck.
The nobleman shuddered, his legs and feet instantly straightened as if he had been electrocuted, and then he shivered violently again.
The Mechanical Sage was not overly surprised by his reaction. Before Orlaine regained full consciousness, other mechanical servants came forward, stripped off his clothes, sprayed him with disinfectant, and then helped him change into a new, neat and decent set of clothes.
During this process, these mechanical servants did not even forget to trim the hair of this piece of rotten meat and put a wig on his head.
The Mechanical Sage treated Orlaine so carefully not out of concern or kindness, but because allowing this smelly and insane person to enter the room of the Supreme Council would be an insult to all those attending the meeting.
It’s like when men show their gentlemanly manners, they may not really care about women, but more likely because they admire their own well-educated selves.
After cleaning the dirt off the dead pig, changing his clothes and spraying him with perfume to suppress the stench he emitted, the Mechanical Sage took out something similar to a nasal aspirator and placed it under Orlaine's nose.
As Orlaine inhaled the special smoke, his dilated pupils gradually focused. Then, he looked at the Mechanical Sage in confusion and asked, "Who are you?"
The Mechanical Sage did not answer his question, but ordered the mechanical servant to let him go.
Having lost the support of the servitor, Orlain almost fell down, but he managed to stand after swaying a few times. Then he held his head and howled in pain and effort.
After howling a few times, Olaine stopped and shook his head. His pupils were completely focused, but the whites of his eyes were covered with scary bloodshot.
"Mechanical Sage?" Orlaine was surprised when he recognized Vicklor. Then he asked, "Why am I here?"
"clang--"
At this moment, another bell rang, and Olaine, who had finally woken up, hugged his head again.
"Lord Orlaine, this is the answer." The Mechanical Sage said, and then he pushed the still confused Orlaine into the door of the conference room.
The moment he entered the conference room, a solemn atmosphere poured into his ears like cold water, and he shuddered again. The bells outside the corridor seemed to be afraid of the atmosphere here and dared not come in. Olaine's cochlea, which had been ravaged by the bells, finally felt a little comfort.
As usual, he sat in his original seat and began to observe his surroundings.
The last time I came here, the huge conference room seemed to be worried about not being able to pay the electricity bill, so only one overhead light was turned on, but now the conference room was brightly lit.
The other nobles had already taken their seats, and the confidence they had at the start of the previous meeting was no longer visible on their faces. Instead, they were filled with apathy, exhaustion, and fear. Some of the nobles were in a worse mental state than he had just woken up.
Everyone's hopes have been dashed these past few days.
That damn Mechanical Sage once promised everyone that as long as they supported him to complete his research, he would share the research results with everyone who supported him. This result was enough to allow everyone present to leave this desolate planet and even return to the center of power, the sacred Terra.
The desire for power made everyone lose their minds. Even the few rational people quickly lost their minds after seeing the results produced by the Mechanical Sage and other nobles rushing to invest and show their loyalty.
But the result?
Not to mention the results, they even lost all the hard work they put into coming to this planet.
When the news of the failure of the operation three days ago came, when he learned that his troops had suffered heavy losses and that he had no choice but to wait for the arrival of the Space Marines, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.
He knew best what he had done over the years. Now that the messenger of the Divine Emperor had arrived, his good days were over.
That's why he has been numbing himself in various ways these days. Other nobles are doing the same, and Olaine knows it all.
He just had bad luck and got caught when it mattered most.
And now they're convening this bullshit parliament?!
For some reason, Olaine felt angry and looked towards the main seat.
The young, difficult, cunning and annoying governor was still sitting on the governor's seat. He took off his usual gorgeous and fancy clothes that looked like a flamingo and put on a dark blue military uniform with a crimson cloak draped over his back. The medals on his chest and the military plates on his shoulders were shining.
Beside him, besides his assistant Jasmine who had always been following him, there stood some people Orlaine had never seen before, a white-haired woman wearing power armor with holy marks on her body, a pointy-eared Eldar, and a strange human.
He wanted to see what tricks they would come up with.
After Olaine was fully seated, the young governor finally stated the purpose of this meeting:
"My Lords, I have called this meeting to discuss with you the plan for rescuing our trapped compatriots and conducting a second offensive against the orcs."