Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Then I must unveil this iron curtain
The supervisor sitting beside Snow stood up anxiously:
"Lord York, we can’t open it. The facilities in the processing warehouse were purchased from the elves of the High Forest. They’re fully sealed for processing, and if we open the warehouse, they won’t be responsible for subsequent repairs."
"Andy, didn’t you hear what the Marquis said? Open it!" Snow gritted his teeth and said.
But Louis noticed that there was a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.
His heart skipped a beat.
The warehouse door was opened, and all the sealed equipment was temporarily dismantled.
In everyone’s eyes was a large collection of waste sorting and recycling warehouses.
recyclable waste warehouses.
kitchen waste warehouses.
hazardous waste warehouses.
other waste warehouses.
magic waste warehouses requiring special handling.
The doors to the warehouses that had been processed were all open.
Of them, the hazardous waste warehouse had been mostly cleared, and the magic waste warehouses were entirely open, with nothing inside.
Only the kitchen and recyclable waste sections still had workers continuously shoveling waste onto the conveyor belts.
The conveyor belts transported the waste to various elemental furnaces for processing. The elvish runes on the furnace flickered slightly, with precise 0-level spells categorizing and processing different materials.
Everything seemed orderly, with no apparent abnormalities.
Marquis York’s gaze sharped as he looked at Louis and Olivia: "Your Highness, the magic waste has been processed. Do you have any other questions?"
Louis thought for a moment, this shouldn’t be.
[No, this doesn’t make sense. The process for handling magic waste is complex, and although the quantity is small, it takes a significant amount of time.]
[From a practical standpoint, the most common approach is to first intensely focus on dealing with other types of waste besides magic waste to improve efficiency.]
[But the magic waste is indeed empty... wait, empty doesn’t necessarily mean there’s no magic waste here.]
His gaze turned towards the remaining half-closed storage rooms.
[Maybe a forceful dismantling?]
The next moment, Olivia suddenly smiled, "This is a big issue. Arrest Snow."
Two Secret Guards immediately acted and restrained Snow.
The little swan puffed out her chest, waving her hand triumphantly, saying, "The elvish lettering and the accompanying magic array are incorrect.
This set of elvish text uses the sixth-generation elemental furnace’s configuration, but the magic array’s model is the unmodified fourth generation, incompatible with the latest elemental furnace configuration.
Although I dislike those long-eared folks, they wouldn’t make such basic mistakes in details like this."
Marquis York’s cane struck the ground heavily, his expression darkened, and he seemed somewhat angry.
He’s not a mage, so he doesn’t fully understand these things.
But he knows that the Second Princess wouldn’t joke about such matters.
That’s why he’s even more furious.
Because it means he might have been betrayed by his trusted subordinate.
Meanwhile, Louis had already quietly borrowed a spiked hammer from a Secret Guard and walked to the corner of a kitchen waste warehouse, saying to the supervisor of the sorting line:
"Open this warehouse for me."
The supervisor was stunned for a moment and said, "The other garbage hasn’t been processed yet, so it can’t be opened."
Louis smiled, "Open or not?"
The supervisor stiffened his neck, acting as if he hadn’t heard anything.
"Then I have no choice but to unveil this iron curtain."
He raised the spiked hammer and slammed it down on the locked warehouse door.
The supervisor standing next to Louis was so scared that he backed away repeatedly.
Snow instinctively struggled a bit, but was directly pressed down to the ground by the Secret Guards behind him.
Once, twice, thrice...
With a crash.
The door was smashed open.
A strange and peculiar odor spread out, along with a dim light.
Louis lifted the spiked hammer and instinctively stepped back a few steps.
In his homeland, the first thought upon seeing something glowing is radiation.
But after retreating a few steps, he realized that everyone’s expression had completely changed.
Marquis York, with his cane, looked as gloomy as water, and the Secret Guards around him were unconsciously enveloped in a blood aura.
Someone noticed the workers’ faces began to look sallow and gave them a coating of blood aura as well.
In contrast, Louis and Olivia.
The two of them had done no protection, yet their expressions hadn’t changed at all.
Marquis York first glanced at the Second Princess, noticing that the pollution released by the magic elements dispersed before approaching her, and he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart:
["Even elemental pollution fears the cursed body? Truly pitiful."]
Then his gaze turned to Louis.
He discovered that Louis didn’t seem uncomfortable at all; instead, he displayed a look of comfort and ease, his eyes looking a bit dazed.
The succubus tail behind him swayed restlessly.
Marquis York suddenly paused for a moment, looking at Louis in shock, heavily pounding the ground with his cane:
"Wake up at once!"
Louis’s previously dazed expression instantly turned clear, strangely looking at the Marquis behind him, only to find a mess on the ground.
"What’s going on?"
Marquis York glanced at Louis: "Demons are also magical creatures, but the most superior kind."
For humans, elemental resistance is a relatively rare ability, but for demons, it’s an innate gift.
Without being in direct contact with the source of pollution, this element pollution wouldn’t hurt him with demon blood, and could even invigorate him.
So much so... that it directly triggered an automatic charm check.
["Such terrifying succubus seductiveness, stronger than most succubi I’ve seen..."]
Marquis York looked at the people sprawled on the ground and turned his gaze back to Louis.
He suspected this prince with succubus blood had issues.
As a level 16 warrior, in that instant, he even doubted he was momentarily charmed.
To the point that his mind could only recall this prince’s clear eyes.
This was something he had never experienced before.
It was terrifying.
Just now, he had intended to get angry at Director Snow, but after Louis’s demonic nature was instinctively activated, all attention was drawn to him.
It wasn’t some peculiar taste of certain aristocratic men but a kind of natural attraction and influence.
Unconsciously, he recalled Beatrice’s words.
"Louis is naturally suitable to be a diplomat."
This was the exact phrase the Eldest Princess used to persuade ministers in private.
He hadn’t believed it.
But now, the development of events was entirely beyond his expectations, to the extent that the anger he felt at being deceived by his confidant dissipated significantly for a moment.
"Open all the warehouses!" Marquis York looked coldly at the supervisor.
Many people hesitated, and some were puzzled, unclear about the situation.
Marquis York sighed, tapping his cane forward.
An invisible wave directly ripped apart all the closed warehouse doors.
The unimaginable impact of elemental pollution spread throughout.
Twenty-two warehouses filled with magical waste, like a group of ferocious beasts with gaping fangs, silently roared at everyone.
Marquis York clenched his hand, and the surging blood aura sealed off all the doors, nearly gnashing his teeth as he said:
"Snow, oh Snow, you’ve really outdone yourself!"
Yet, seeing that things couldn’t be covered up anymore, Snow started to laugh.