Chapter 587 - Road of the Dead (2/2)

The Southern Fleet had been surrounded by the Royal Fleet. The Strait of Light had been blockaded completely and the fishermen of the Port region were slapped with a fishing ban. And most importantly, the wealth that they had accumulated with all their hearts and souls and for the purchase of foodstuff from the Country of Light’s trade associations had fallen into the King’s Party’s hands.

In order for this plan to succeed, he had staked everything on one throw. Not only did he agree to the ridiculous foodstuff price of the Country of Light’s merchants, but he had also forked out all his assets. Moreover, the Chairman had also convinced many nobles and merchants to put out a large sum of money to get through this crisis. It could almost be considered to be the patrimony of the Southern Parliament. But now, the King’s Party actually intervened and snatched them away boldly like bandits!

What do we have left? There’s no more foodstuff, money, nor manpower. We have nothing left. How can we get by these next three months? And how do we continue to fight against the King’s Party?

The Chairman imagined the reactions of the parliament members when they heard this news. He could understand their feelings. There was only one choice for anyone who was met with such a situation. But he refused to accept that choice.

The Chairman let out a bitter laugh and sat straight up. He gazed at the guard before him and said. “This incident… has been widely spread, right?”

The guard revealed a worried expression. He hesitated for a moment from informing his Master about the truth. However, the imposing manner of the Chairman forced him to speak up. “Yes… Yes, Sir. The public is aware that the Royal Fleet has sealed off the surrounding channels outside the Port region. There are many people heading to the Parliament and protested. Not only that, but Sir Magath also…”

“Okay, okay. Stop. I understand now.” The Chairman waved his hand helplessly and stood to his feet slowly. The frail Chairman looked as though he had just experienced another 20 years in an instant. He walked slowly to the window and gazed at the tranquil scenery silently. At this moment, the Chairman appeared exceptionally calm as though the cornered beast from before wasn’t him at all. After a few moments, the Chairman let out a sigh and turned to the guard with a smile. “Inform the rest that I have something else to manage. Don’t let them disturb me no matter what happens, understand?”

“Yes… Sir.” The guard nodded slightly. However, he felt rather worried about the Chairman. “Sir… Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to…”

“That’s not necessary. You can leave now,” the Chairman said with a gentle smile. The guard gaped, but he eventually closed the room door and left quietly.

The depressing sound of the closing door resounded in the silent room. After a long while, the Chairman tottered to the seat before his desk and picked up a feather pen. He lowered his head and wrote at a rapid speed. Then, he laid the feather pen by the side and retrieved an exquisite small glass bottle from his pocket. The senior squinted at the bottle and muttered to himself. “I’ve given my all. I have no regrets. I have done everything that I can. I won’t give up and I won’t tolerate the humiliation of being a captive. We didn’t do well enough. We have put in countless effort and energy into this. And this is the only thing that I can do. Don’t be afraid of failure. Don’t give up. We still have a future ahead of us. This failure doesn’t mean that we will fail in the future. One day, we will reach our goal… I hope that day will come sooner. Royal Highness Lydia, I have to admit that I have underestimated you. But our determination for freedom will not break down that easily.”

The senior opened the bottle cap and without any hesitation, he drank the entire bottle in a single gulp. Then, he laid down the bottle and closed his eyes with a smile on his wrinkled face.

The afternoon sun spilled through the window and shone on the Chairman as though he were taking an afternoon nap.

But he would never wake up again.