Under the giant tree, in a corner of the venue
Sekong Dili paced back and forth, clutching a communicator tightly. He occasionally lowered his head to look at the screen and then raised it to gaze in a certain direction, the tension fully etched on his face.
He seemed to be eagerly awaiting a call on the communicator, yet fearing the arrival of something else.
"My Lord Envoy, do we really need to go this far?
When you first took out this planet's contract, defying everyone, you already faced a lot of attacks, being criticized as a traitor. Now you want to put up more planets as a bargaining chip..."
The attendant beside him spoke in a low concerned voice. He had been following Sekong Dili for many years. Beyond the many years of emotions, purely speaking of his binding with Sekong Dili, if Sekong Dili fell, he would also be in trouble.
Yet, at this moment, more than anything it was out of concern for Sekong Dili's future.
