Earl of Sden Vaughan sat bored on the emerald throne of Minas Theater, a work of art carved from biological teeth and aquamarines, and silky jade threads were woven at the connection.
Then, the ruler of the Vaughan Cun, the largest nest capital of Sagan, sighed and used his armored fingers to go around the strands of braids hanging from his wig. It was braided into long braids, and the turquoise with rough-textured gold intertwined, which was the color of the Vaughan family.
The Sagan Galaxy was originally a sub-galaxy of the Badab Galaxy. The empire slowly established several important imperial outposts in the Great Vortex Area during the 38th and 39th millenniums. These outposts became increasingly prominent as the influence of the region's imperial power and the swaying lighthouse-like defense.
Three important star systems form a distant trade chain, allowing resources in the Great Vortex Region to flow into the vaults of the human empire. These three star systems are Siniax, Sagan and Badabu, which shows the importance of the Sagan galaxy.
Especially after the planet Badab was ravaged by war and the Siniax galaxy was severely damaged by the Chaos War Gang, the Sagan galaxy became an important supply and trade node for the empire in the Great Vortex area. Its status has been rising steadily, which has also brought immeasurable wealth to the local ruling families.
Usually, their ruling families are also called trade lords. In principle, they are subject to supervision by the Attorney General of the Star Domain of the Ministry of the Interior. In fact, as long as they pay the full eleven tax and the franchise trade tax, they should not openly oppose the imperial rule, and no one cares what they have done.
The initial cause of the Huron rebellion was his conflict and friction with the trade lords in the Great Vortex Region, and eventually attracted the attention of the senior officials of the empire.
The Count moved his body, pressed his jaw against his knuckles, and looked at the performance in front of him.
The dancer's shining hair bun ran across the stage like a mermaid, spinning between several scattered groups of female warriors wearing hooded heads and male warriors in ritual armor, and his movements were like silverfish.
The female dancers were wearing black colors that represented sadness, and their long black hair was choreographed into the shape of fish tails. Then the figures of male and female dancers rippled, accompanied by the ribbon dragging down from the long pole and began to rotate gracefully.
However, his thoughts were not on the stage, but a letter in his arms. The letter came from the smuggler and pirate giant who served him. The content was very simple. Huron, the overlord of the Great Vortex, was preparing to convene a new pirate alliance, and his business might be affected to a certain extent during this period.
However, Stein Vaughan didn't care about this interest, he just cared about why Huron suddenly came like this.
Although the Vaughan family is loyal to the empire, it is difficult to be absolutely loyal in the area of ​​conflicting interests, and sometimes they have to swim in gray places. After all, the Vaughan family can firmly sit in the position of rulers of the nest, not only because of the family's interest conveyor belts at the top of the empire, but also because one of their ancestors once served in the former Star Claws. Although all the information of that person has been erased, Stearn probably knows that his ancestors may still be alive - in another identity.
But what can this be done?
The great vortex that occupies the center of the Galaxy has such huge interests, such as Terra bureaucrats, Mars, the state religion, the ronin, the court of the Trial, the Assassin... every institution, and even everyone, intervenes here, and fights for the greatest benefit for themselves as much as possible.
Just the scale of smuggling in the single Sagan galaxy, Stearn inferred that it may be close to one-fifth of the trade volume of the Sun Star Domain, which does not include some "semi-legal" smuggling.
"The Black Heart King... is playing something again? I heard that he seems to have obtained something from Abaddon."
Stein stared at the dancers with his mouth slightly raised, then picked up the wine glass on the table and shook the handle of the flute-style wine glass with his left hand.
The next second, a girl holding a conch-shaped wine pot came to him almost immediately.
She looked only about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slim figure with a special sense of fragility, with beautiful blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair, and ivory-like skin. She was dressed in a sleeveless skirt with sequins that could barely cover her hips.
Stein looked at the girl, raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his eyes away before stretching out his glass.
The girl shrank because of this sudden action, but when she poured the wine, she did not let any precious drop of wine splash out. After all, this bottle of wine is more expensive than her life.
"Are you only need this, my master?"
She asked in a stutter.
“That’s the case for the time being.”
Stein dipped the wine into his slightly dry lips, but did not drink it directly.
"But don't go too far."
He looked at the dancer absent-mindedly, and the girl who served the wine left like a breeze.
After taking a sip of wine, the count tried hard to think about everything that happened in the Great Vortex area recently. The Black-hearted King seemed to be more active than before. In just half a year, he plundered several surrounding galaxies and destroyed a pilgrimage world, blasphemed the church of the saints, and brought great fire to the top leaders of the state religion.
Listening to the news, the National Church seems to have mobilized several nuns to counterattack. However, although the National Church is powerful, their power in the Great Vortex is not strong. Revenge on Huron may not be a goal easily. At most, a few unlucky pirates will vent their anger.
"I don't know what kind of wind Huron is trying to get-"
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps interrupted Count Stearn's thoughts. He turned his head and saw three people walking straight through the passage to near him. One of them smiled and said hello from afar:
"Earl, have we disturbed you?"
Knowing that the other party must have something to do, Stearn just smiled and shook his head.
"Of course not, please sit down."
There are only these three people who can act like this in this place.
The first middle-aged man in a silver-edged dress was George Chateller, president of the Silver Oak Galaxy Business Federation. The chamber almost monopolized all trade routes of the Sagan Galaxy. As far as Sden knew, they also operated several smuggling chains and even controlled two or three pirate groups. They were really a group of black and white guys.
The second one, the guy who looks a bit old-fashioned in a gray-green military uniform is Admiral Busby Garret, the senior commander of the local guard of Sagan. His family is the ruling class of another small nest capital, Ewing's nest capital. It is said that the banned drug business and population transactions are doing well, and this guy looks serious, but Stein knows that this dog-good man not only married more than twenty wives, but also likes to hunt with family slaves in private.
Chapter completed!