Chapter 1671
Glory Reappears?
Chapter 1671 Glory Reappears?
In the hotel where the PLANT diplomatic mission was staying, Diego reached out and slightly pulled back the curtains to look down at the street below.
Compared to the clean and tidy streets when they first arrived, the streets now appear somewhat chaotic.
Although there were still many pedestrians and vehicles on the street, both pedestrians and vehicles avoided the group of young people gathered on the street near the hotel as if they were snakes or scorpions.
"What exactly does Muzo want to do with this colony?"
Diego's gaze grew increasingly sharp.
As the military attaché of the delegation, he was unwilling to see any situation beyond his control occur.
The gathering of these local young people was a sign that the situation was gradually getting out of his control.
"No need to rush, Diego. Just focus on our own business. Those people outside won't hurt us."
Durandal, however, sat calmly in his chair, flipping through a book.
“Your Excellency, I cannot ignore them.”
Diego shook his head, and then said...
"I believe you should remember the encounter we had with the Titans' fleet when our delegation entered this colony. If we allow those people on the streets to clash with us, it will likely invite trouble from the Titans."
Diego still remembers the scene before entering Muzo, when the delegation's ship was suddenly intercepted under the pretext of inspection, and even the Nazca-class spaceships that accompanied them were rudely refused entry into Muzo's spaceport, forcing the Nazca-class spaceships to remain in space to this day, only able to be resupplied by small batches of civilian spaceships.
Such an overbearing attitude and such unreasonable treatment greatly shattered Diego's impression of the Earth Federation Forces' space fleet.
Even when they were on the moon, Rebil and the fleet led by He Ming displayed a friendly and humble attitude, welcoming their distinguished guests.
However, when it came to Mu Zuo, he displayed such an arrogant, unreasonable, and difficult attitude.
"The Titans? Don't worry too much! They're just worried that this colony will raise the flag of independence again!"
Durandal could see that his military officer was becoming increasingly tense, so he smiled casually and handed the book in his hand to him.
Diego paused for a moment, then subconsciously took the book and glanced at it—"The Democratic Process from the Colony of Muzo to the Principality of Zeon, and then to the Republic of Zeon."
"This is?"
Diego was a little confused.
"Yes, these are books that I had someone else buy from the bookstore here. Although there are some changes in grammar and vocabulary, we can still understand the contents of the books."
Durandal leaned back in his chair and chuckled softly.
“Commander. There’s an old saying in East Asia: ‘Know your enemy and know your people, and you will win every battle.’ Now is the perfect time for you to get to know this place, this colony, and the thoughts of its people.”
Diego gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"Envoy, with everything in dire straits, you still want me to study?"
"Is it a matter of life and death? Not at all. Go! Take a good look at this book. I believe you will gain something from it. Whether it's Muzo or Titans, they are both wary of certain beings."
Durandal reached for the teapot, poured himself and Diego a cup of tea, and then said casually.
"Before confirming those attitudes, these seemingly fierce commotions are nothing more than tests."
"this···"
Seeing Dylandal's confident and composed demeanor, Diego couldn't help but relax his furrowed brow.
"Alright then! But I'll have people on high alert, ready to provide support at any time."
“Yes, that’s a good arrangement.” Durandal nodded and reached for another book on the table—“The Life of Zeon Zum Deikun, the Father of Zeon.”
Seeing Durandal start flipping through the book again, Diego sighed inwardly and could only follow his advice to walk to the other side and relive his school days.
Somewhere away from the hotel, a car drove off the main road and slowly pulled into an inconspicuous side street.
In the dim light, a man with an arrogant expression walked to the side of the car.
"How is the situation? Has the delegation been disturbed?"
A deep voice came from inside the car, which made the man laugh out loud.
"My lord, please forgive us! We really cannot guarantee that we have not disturbed the important figures in the delegation. After all, as you can see, the commotion we made, as you requested, was enough for the entire colony to hear."
"Very well! This is your reward, and there's another mission objective. Keep it up. You won't be shortchanged. Besides, you remnants of Zeon must also want to restore Zeon's glory, don't you?"
He walked confidently to the trunk, opened it, took out the briefcase he had placed there beforehand, and then casually patted the trunk.
"Of course! ZICK ZION!! No Zeon soldier would be unwilling to see that resounding slogan echo over Muzo again."
"It will be achieved according to our cooperation. That's settled!"
"Goodbye! Respected sir, and a salute to the future commander!"
As the car drove away, the arrogant man gave a cold smile, revealing a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Commander? Your Excellency! You are no match for Commander Gihren."
In the quiet path, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were watching what was happening. After a long while, the gaze gradually disappeared.
Carrying a flower basket and accompanied by Crowley Harmon, Artesia Deacon returned to her mother's grave after several years. She refused Crowley Harmon's help and placed the contents of the flower basket one by one in front of her mother's grave by herself.
Crowley Harmon, who was standing to the side, had personally prepared the contents of the flower basket, but he didn't quite understand what it was for.
Artesia Deacon placed white paper, wine, cooked meat, fresh apples, cookies, and other items one by one in front of her mother's grave.
"This is, well, a custom from East Asia. It may differ from what you, Aunt Harmon, know about tomb sweeping."
Artesia's explanation made Crowley Harmon realize something, and then she immediately thought of another question.
"That···"
Artesia smiled gently and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear.
“It’s not the right time yet, Aunt Harmon. The world is in such chaos right now; it’s not the right time.”
"But···"
Crowley Harmon hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the mansion in the distance and chose to remain silent.
As the surrounding light gradually dimmed, Artesia, sitting silently by her mother's grave, heard footsteps approaching from not far away.
"I said with a serious expression."
"Miss, Harmon, news has arrived. The Punishment Squad is led by the mysterious Earth Federation Army hero, Colonel Ming, and the machine he pilots is a special machine with golden horns and black armor. There are rumors within the Earth Federation Army that that machine is a special machine used exclusively by Newtypes."
After listening quietly, Artesia turned to look at the tombstone.
“Then, Mother, I must set off again! But please rest assured! Before I depart, I will not let those people disturb your and Father’s peace.”
(End of this chapter)