Lin Zhan looked at the expressions of Lancelot and William, knowing he had to put in more effort. Only by completely bamboozling these two simpletons could he make a fortune.
"Mr. Lancelot, Brother William, so, to ensure Great Britain's absolute victory this time, we must not only have multiple Human Emperor ancestors lead the expedition, but also more than ten King-level ancestors. It would be best to bring a powerful army as well."
"Once an opportunity arises, we can strike directly at the Blood Clan's stronghold. Even if we cannot annihilate them, we must cripple them severely, ensuring they cannot cause trouble for Great Britain for at least ten to eight years."
"We can take this opportunity to have Great Britain's paramount King-level experts come to Hua Xia to accept guidance from our ancestors. Within this period, we can strive to cultivate a few more Kings for Great Britain. Do you agree with my proposal?"
After Lin Zhan finished speaking, Lancelot and William exchanged a look, staring at Lin Zhan in disbelief.
They had heard that this young man had been beaten into an idiot a few days ago. Was he still not fully recovered? Otherwise, how could he spout such selfless nonsense?
Seeing Lancelot and William bewildered, Lin Zhan suspected he had overplayed his hand, and they hadn't fully grasped his intentions.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: It seems that after being in charge for too long, he's rusty with his basic skills. Even luring in a couple of fat sheep requires a more elaborate setup.
He then quickly and subtly signaled to the young Daoist priest who was eating and drinking heartily beside him.
As a qualified second-generation bandit, Zhang Haoming received his elder brother's signal and quickly put down his empty bowl. "Big Brother, did you drink too much this morning? Hua Xia only has two Human Emperor legions. If you send one to Great Britain, what about our homeland? What if it's raided? Also, the high-end combat power on the Myriad Races Battlefield needs a Human Emperor legion to guard it."
He then turned to Lancelot and William. "Lord Lancelot, and Brother William, I'm truly sorry. My elder brother's brain isn't quite right since his last injury. Please don't take his words to heart."
Before Lancelot and William could reply, he said to a nearby maid, "Excuse me, miss, please quickly find my sister-in-law and tell her my elder brother is having an episode again."
"No need, Haoming, I'm here." Zhang Lingxiu walked in gracefully and elegantly.
"It's been a while, Mr. Lancelot. Welcome to Hua Xia again," Zhang Lingxiu greeted them first.
Then she gently said to Lin Zhan, "Why are you up so early? Did you forget to take your medicine again?"
"Fetch the young master's medicinal soup. Have him drink it, and then he can rest a while longer," Zhang Lingxiu instructed a maid.
From the moment Zhang Lingxiu appeared and took control of the conversation, Lin Zhan knew what his wife intended.
He took the medicinal soup from the maid and drank it in one gulp. Lin Zhan smacked his lips, thinking to himself, why does it taste a bit fishy, almost like turtle stewed with kidney.
Zhang Lingxiu said to Lancelot, "Mr. Lancelot, regarding Great Britain's matter, we still need to discuss it with our ancestors. Since you also need to consult with King Arthur, why don't you leave the video with us for now? We'll give you a reply this afternoon."
Then she said to William, "William, I just heard the maid say you wanted barbecue. Come over together this afternoon. Sister-in-law will prepare some roasted meat for you, and then you can have a few drinks with your elder brother."
William stood up and nodded. "Then I'll trouble you, sister-in-law. I'll come back this afternoon and have a good drink with my elder brother."
He then turned to Lancelot and said, "Ancestor, let's head back for now. This is not a small matter. If it's as my elder brother plans, we'll also need to arrange palaces for the ancestors of Hua Xia in advance. We cannot slight them."
Lin Zhan watched them leave and then turned to Zhang Haoming. "Brother-in-law, go immediately and find Ancestor Di Xin. Have the ancestor take you back to the Royal Court to see Ancestor Yan and our family's Ancestor Wu Ding. Explain the situation and tell them my plan."
"It's best to have Ancestor Wu Ding bring the army as well. One, to earn military expenses, and two, to train the troops. We might even need Great Britain as a springboard in the future to sweep through the other special zones. It's best to use this opportunity to turn Great Britain into our logistical supply base."
The young Daoist priest's eyes widened. "Holy crap, Big Brother, you're ruthless! Your plan is too grand."
With that, he quickly scrambled on his short legs towards the villa where Di Xin and his wife resided.
Lin Zhan looked at his wife with admiration. Suddenly, he felt a bit dry-mouthed and asked a nearby maid, "What was that you gave me to drink just now? It tasted strange."
The maid, blushing profusely, replied, "It's the tiger penis wine stewed with sheep kidney and soft-shelled turtle that Madam prepared for Master. The young madam asked us to fetch medicine for you, and we couldn't find it immediately, so we ladled a bowl of this for you."
Lin Zhan stared at the maid in bewilderment: (σﾟ∀ﾟ)σ..:*☆'This is quite good!'
He then quickly scooped up Zhang Lingxiu and ran back to their room.
Di Xin saw the young Daoist priest rushing towards him and asked, "Xiao Ming, why are you here?"
Zhang Haoming recounted the entire matter to Di Xin. Di Xin said sternly, "This matter indeed needs careful consideration. If handled well, we might even gain more fortune feedback. Why didn't Zhan'er come with you?"
After speaking, Di Xin closed his eyes and sensed Lin Zhan's location.
A moment later, Di Xin opened his eyes, his expression strange. "This scoundrel, playing around so boldly in broad daylight. I knew you guys couldn't keep him in check. For every policy, he has a countermeasure."
He then said to Daji, "My beloved concubine, I'll take Xiao Ming back to the Royal Court. Please take care of things here. Oh, and I'll give you a surprise when I return tonight."
With that, he picked up the bewildered young Daoist priest and soared into the sky.
As the paramount King of the Qing Qiu clan, Daji's strength was naturally considerable. Hearing her husband's words as he left, she understood that the reason must lie with Lin Zhan.
She then closed her eyes and extended her soul power towards Lin Zhan's villa.
A moment later, Daji opened her eyes, her face flushed red. "Not only are the old ones improper, but the young ones are the same."
The young Daoist priest, held by Di Xin, said to him, "Ancestor, we must take this matter with Great Britain! Otherwise, if we keep fighting like this, we'll eventually exhaust our resources. We must seize this opportunity to extort more from them."
Di Xin looked helplessly at the fair and plump little fatty and said, "What has Zhan'er been teaching you all day? Why are you always talking about extorting someone?"