Card Apprentice Daily Log Chapter 1816 I Hate Politicians

Chapter 1816 I Hate Politicians

?1816 I Hate Politicians

Date- 17 April 2321

Time- 05:12

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, TSR Guild Headquarters, Park

"I told you two are alike. She agreed to your proposal and wants to implement it as soon as possible. But I still cannot understand what she is thinking agreeing to your proposal," the Field Marshal exclaimed going through her niece's reply.

Astonished by her niece's decision Field Marshal was wrecking her brain to figure out if she forgot to take something into consideration which her niece and Wyatt did. For them to support such a crazy a.s.s idea. Unable to find what she was missing, the Field Marshal asked her niece about it through the text, and the answer she received was thought-provoking.

[Dear Auntie,

You forget our region will soon start producing Silver Milk Powder, with that as bait our Southern region will be able to attract more talents than we can handle.

Besides, we will have to keep up with the change the Silver Milk Powder will bring. Since Wyatt is begging to take the lead for free, let him. By now you should know better than to doubt the boy.

He is our little miracle maker. Rub his head for me, will you. In a few minutes, I am about to have a meeting with other delegates about Handsome Fox. I need all the luck I can get.

Regards,

Yours Nifty

Niece]

Reading her niece's text, the Field Marshal made another tear in the s.p.a.ce and rubbed Wyatt's head with her delicate hand for good luck. Only to hear Wyatt complain, "Please, stop touching me without my permission."

The Field Marshal ignored Wyatt's protest realizing that they did not have the key ingredient silver milk to produce the Silver Milk Powder like her niece came and wrote back a text asking how she planned to make silver milk powder without any silver milk. Soon, her niece replied,

[Dear Auntie,

About that, I don't know what magic the boy did to the Freedom Fighters they contacted me begging to return the D-

rank dungeon in exchange for a small constant supply of silver milk powder. I am guessing the World Decree was the final straw, that made them so desperate.

In conclusion, we can start the production of silver milk powder as soon as the new plants around the Southern capital are up and running. Don't let the boy know about this. When I finally meet him, I plan to get back at him for the one-sided silver milk powder deal and for using my daughter as his s.h.i.+eld.

Regards,

Yours Nifty

Niece]

Going through her niece's text, Field Marshal's eyes enlarged and almost popped out of her eye sockets in total shock and rage. She could not believe that he niece would make a deal with the Freedom Fighters. She was enraged with her niece's decision but soon she calmed down. The thing she hated and loved about her niece was that she was a very good politician.

With Field Marshal's rage, Wyatt felt the turbulence in the surrounding s.p.a.ce. Forcing himself not to use his soul pupils as he blindlyyelled, "Your Highness."

Without his soul pupils, Wyatt had no idea why the s.p.a.ce surrounding him was suddenly turbulent. He tried calling out to the Field Marshal hoping she had an answer. But to his panic, his surrounding s.p.a.ce was tranquil again but he did not receive a reply from the Field Marshal.

As time pa.s.sed and no reply from the Field Marshal came, Wyatt was leaning toward using his soul pupils to check if the Field Marshal was still present. His heart said he should check if something was wrong but his mind said it was the Field Marshal, who in their right mind would challenge her in the Southern Region, her home ground. In the end, he did not let his intrusive thoughts win as he did not want to risk offending the Field Marshal. Over a slight scare.

Thankfully for Wyatt, he did not listen to his intrusive thoughts as the Field Marshal finally replied after controlling her rage, "Boy, you scare fast."

"Well, I call them survival instincts," Wyatt replied with a straight face.

"Yes, the survival instincts of a cat," Field Marshal chuckled and teased Wyatt, recalling the part where Wyatt jumped in a scare when his surrounding s.p.a.ce was suddenly turbulent. At that moment she was too angry at her niece to find it funny but now she thought Wyatt resembled a scared cat back then.

"Whatever, so what was that just now," Wyatt ignored Field Marshal's teasing and asked why the s.p.a.ce was suddenly turbulent.

"That, I hate politicians," the Field Marshal answered without going into details.

"I don't either but now that the Southern Princess agrees with me, what do you think?" Wyatt did not know why Field Marshal would say that suddenly but he decided to focus on what he wanted.

"Now that you have her approval, you are golden. You should start packing to move to the Southern Academic City. You knew that didn't you? Otherwise, you would not ask me to pitch your proposal to her," the Field Marshal was not kidding with her brother at the Way Beyond, her niece was the true decision maker with the current ruler-representative Colleen as her puppet. So if her niece supported Wyatt's idea then n.o.body in the Southern Region could stop it from happening.

"I knew if she agreed with me I could get you to agree with us but I did not think she was the final decision maker," Wyatt lied.

"So when do you plan to head to the Southern Academic City, if I have a date I can get the people to prepare for your arrival. Especially, all the card creation study material you would be needing," Field Marshal was not a two-year-old, she did not believe Wyatt. But was impressed by his gut, seeing him dare to lie to her face when she just told him that she hated politicians.

"About that, can't you just have them send the study material here?"