Chapter 650: 644: Perfect Timing
Chapter 650: 644: Perfect Timing
Chapter 650: Chapter 644: Perfect Timing
“Hehe, rest assured, I am definitely leaving the Death Star. And we’re not just leaving, I will leave openly and uprightly. If you want to stop me or try to snatch this thing from my hand, go ahead, I welcome you.” Finn Lewis chuckled softly, speaking up.
“Your Highness.” As soon as Finn Lewis finished speaking, Dunn Monty suddenly walked over, whispering, “Your Highness, the Inspectorate has contacted me. They have confirmed your identity and have already dispatched warships to the outskirts of the Death Star region. They said that if you are threatened, they will clear a path to the Death Star and take you away.”
Lewis was taken aback, then couldn’t help but ask, “They really moved quickly. Do they have the capacity?”
“Your Highness, the first fleet of the Inspectorate has come to take you to the Galactic District. If they wish, they could wipe out the Death Star region with ease. The reason they never did before was they lacked pretext, and authority. But now with Your Highness here, they can freely wipe out this place for your safety.” Dunn Monty stated simply.
Finn Lewis touched his nose, surprised to find his prince’s identity so advantageous. Among other things, the deployment of an entire fleet – although he did not know how much resources it would require – would surely cost an astronomically huge sum.
“Alright. I have been threatened anyway, so let’s make our departure conspicuous.” Finn Lewis pondered, saying casually.
“Yes, Your Highness, I know what to do.” Dunn Monty was no fool and nodded quickly, understanding what he needed to do.
Dunn Monty began to make contact with the outside world, but the auction in the hall had already ended. Some people began to leave. Among the things that Finn Lewis bought, the small ones began to be delivered to him, while the larger ones were naturally not handed over to him here.
“Alert, alert.” Suddenly, an alarm rang out throughout the entire building, “Alert, the building’s defense system has been breached. Everyone, please stay at your original position. The system is trying to restore normal operation, the system is trying to restore normal operation.” The mechanical warning sound rang out
But before the sound was finished, suddenly, the giant screen in the center of the auction hall lit up fiercely. An approximately forty or fifty-year-old man in black military uniform appeared on the screen. Upon seeing this man and his uniform, the whole hall was thrown into a commotion.
“Attention all inhabitants of the Death Star, I am Toby Yarrow, the commander of the Inspectorate’s first fleet. I am currently leading the first fleet of the Inspectorate in the outskirts of the Death Star region. We are here to escort a prince away. If there is any behavior targeting the prince, we will wipe out the entire Death Star region.” The cold voice came directly from this man named Toby Yarrow.
In some sense, the people most afraid of the Inspectorate are pirates or the like. Or more accurately, the Inspectorate is the greatest power in the entire Federation. In some respect, the Galactic Federation does not even have an army, because there is no army at all.
That’s not to say there is no armed force, but there are no military departments that are explicitly affiliated with the army like countries on Earth. Protecting the entire Galactic Federation are fleets from major families, or rather their private armies, but there are none directly under the Federation.
Other than that, the Federation’s largest Inspectorate belongs to the Inspectorate, which regulates the entire Galactic Federation. Naturally, they need to have their own armed forces. This is the only fleet officially affiliated. Currently here is the first fleet of the Inspectorate.
At this moment, not only the high-level Blackwater Sect has been alerted, but the top brass of the three major organizations in the entire Death Star region have been gathered together. They have already detected that the first fleet of the Inspectorate is waiting outside the Death Star region, with no less than ten of the Federation’s most advanced first-class warships, and hundreds of more, second-class warships, reconnaissance ships, cruisers, self-propelled gunships, assault ships, etc.
The fleet surpasses all the defensive forces in the Death Star region. The ships in the Death Star simply couldn’t withstand the attack of so many warships, especially such advanced warships.
Or rather, it has been a long time since they saw the first fleet of the Inspectorate gather in full force. The Inspectorate has three fleets under its command. The first and second are called action fleets. They often have dozens of tasks being executed simultaneously throughout the Federation. Although their fleet is large, they rarely gather together. The same goes for the second fleet.
As for the third fleet, it is reportedly only a reserve fleet in name. As for its actual existence, no one knows for sure. So far, no one has heard of the third fleet of the Inspectorate. But regardless of the third fleet, the first fleet alone could theoretically sweep the entire Federation. Even the private fleets of the major families of the current Federation, including the royal family’s nine surnames, do not have such a large scale.
Because warships are relatively large, the size of the engines needed for Warp is enormous, but the number of Roberts Coins is limited. Without Roberts Coins, the engines of warships built couldn’t be used. They are too bulky and do not fit into the current warship system, which would be easily demolished.
“Your Highness, please proceed to the outside of the building, we will send a small warship directly into the Death Star to escort you out.” The middle-aged general on the screen above the hall said with a serious tone.
“I see.” Finn Lewis’s voice echoed through the box’s built-in system. Hearing this voice, the entire hall fell silent, because they all recognized the source of the sound — the mysterious guest in Box 088 who had just bought a pile of items.
“The warship is expected to arrive in 10 minutes. Any hostile action from all forces of Death Star means declaration of war to the Inspectorate, the Federation. You know the consequence. See you in 10 minutes, Your Highness.” The middle-aged general ended the communication straight away.
Only then did Finn Lewis casually walk outside. At this moment, John Jenkins who was outside had already received the communication from above. He couldn’t help but grin bitterly. He had thought his estimation of Finn Lewis’s identity had already been exaggerated, but now he was somewhat bewildered. Royalty was the only group refered to as ‘Your Highness’.