"The military will protect you, I assure you," shouted a General with a hint of excitement, "Captain, you are an Empire soldier, the glory of the Empire! Come back!"
Yang Ming was silent for a few seconds and then spoke softly, "If Admiral Thomas were here today, I wouldn't refuse, but... sorry, the promises you've made cannot represent the Empire's high-ranking officials, I need to ensure my last bit of dignity."
Disappointment showed on the faces of the three Generals.
The minister asked, "Can you summarize your conditions? Although I don't believe you can leave in peace tonight."
In hand, Yang Ming held the hourglass and said slowly:
"My conditions have already been stated, just three: first, my freedom cannot be restricted; second, I cannot be thrown into a nutrient tank or sliced apart; third, I need a formal promise from the true high echelons of the Empire.
