Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1180: Chapter 187: The Arrogant Councilors and the Suffering Tower of the First Cavalry Legion

Vigo Malcolm’s resolute face instantly turned the color of pig’s liver, veins popped on the back of his tightly gripping hands, and his knuckles made a slight ”crack” sound. He felt that the authority he had meticulously constructed, his supreme status as Chairman in Marle Castle, was completely trampled by Su Li’s indifferent words! This was not merely a provocation, but a blatant humiliation! A surge of violent anger rushed to his head, almost breaking through the dam of reason.

Meanwhile, the frost on Lady Bayonetta’s face melted away like encountering scorching sunlight. A brilliant smile appeared on her lips, tinged with stunning charm and a slight, indescribable sense of relief, spreading like fireworks suddenly blossoming in the night sky, instantly lighting up the oppressive meeting hall. This smile was so genuine, so bright, even with a hint of girlish mischief, starkly contrasting her previously perfect yet distant demeanor.

At this moment, Lady Bayonetta felt as if she had suddenly seen a strong light in boundless darkness. Su Li’s overbearingness and disdain for rules, though startling her, had become the most powerful hammer smashing against the iron curtain of the assembly’s encirclement! Her pressure was instantly reduced, as the conflict between the assembly and the City Lord’s Mansion originally head-on, was directly cut in half by Su Li!

She clearly felt that the suffocating clouds hanging over the City Lord’s Mansion were violently torn open by Su Li, the ”evil dragon”! The assembly’s siege line against her, due to the intervention of Su Li, a tougher, more uncontrollable variable, instantly wavered and became chaotic. Chairman Vigo’s current rage and loss of composure was the best proof!

The pressure was unprecedentedly lightened. Bayonetta even felt a sense of relaxed revenge. Her gaze towards Su Li contained not just previous caution and the unsettling heated sensation, but also a complex emotion. Women, after all, always admire strength and have a particular fondness for those who relieve their pressure.

This young Lord... his ambition seemed to exceed her imagination, and his methods were certainly beyond what the old foxes playing power games in the assembly could foresee. He was like a meteor thrown into dead waters, indifferent to whether it stirred ripples or a tsunami, only caring if it hit his desired target.

However, not all assembly members were keenly aware of the subtle change in the situation. Some old-school members with deep roots, whose families have been entrenched in Marle Castle for generations or even longer, though their eyes showed apprehension towards Su Li’s power, there was a deeper, more stubborn emotion—a pride and contempt born of lineage and tradition, almost engraved in their bones.

Su Li’s strength? Hesse Territory’s might? To them, it was just the wild thorns growing in the frontier wilderness—prickly for sure, but ultimately unworthy of serious consideration. They have lived for generations in this southern gem of the Empire, basking in the glory of civilization and wealth. Perhaps their ancestors were pioneers too, but they had long washed away the mud with golden crowns and marriages, integrating into the Empire’s true aristocratic class. As for Su Li in front of them? Merely a country bumpkin with no title, no ancient family emblem, who rose by fighting in barbaric lands! A complete upstart!

Lady Lydia Croft, the commercial arbitration member who previously attacked the City Lord’s Mansion with ”professionalism” and ”efficiency,” elegantly sipped her red wine, her lips carrying a fleeting, mocking hint of pity.

Her gaze towards Su Li was as if admiring a trophy from a remote tribe, rugged but lacking any aesthetic appeal. She gently swirled her wine glass, directly ridiculing, ”Oh, mentioned Baron von Kleist, huh? He’s from the Elector family with noble lineage, perhaps unlike us, unwilling to dine with lowly commoners!”

Her voice was light, but in the deliberately created silence, enough for nearby assembly members to hear, eliciting several suppressed, approving chuckles.

Someone immediately jeered below, asking, ”Indeed, worth discussing. I say, Bauhinia Knight, you’ve seated yourself in the prominent place, yet couldn’t even pass the noble assessment?”

”Yeah, yeah. Whose fault is it exactly?”

At this moment, an elderly member with graying hair and an ancient clan emblem on his chest, Edmund Vanderlinde, unabashedly expressed his disdain. He covered his nose with a handkerchief, as if the air didn’t carry the aroma of exquisite wines, but rather the ”coarse” scent from Su Li emanating from battlefield and wilderness.

He didn’t look at Su Li but spoke slowly in a manner as if talking to himself, yet clearly audible, facing his silver platter, ”Etiquette... the cornerstone of civilization. Some people, even seated on a golden chair and wearing silk and satin, cannot hide the inherent... commoner air. They can’t grasp even the basic order of superiority and inferiority, let alone governance? Failing the noble assessment apparently indicates poor governance ability! This isn’t for the welfare of territorial commoners.”

He sighed and shook his head, seemingly grieving over a precious tradition’s desecration. His words ”commoner air” and ”order of superiority and inferiority” were like poisoned daggers, directly targeting Su Li’s previous act of usurpation.

These discussions and postures, though deliberately subdued in voice, carried lofty disdain and undisguised superiority, like invisible smoke, permeating the lavish air of the banquet hall. They exchanged glances conveying tacit contempt and masked inner rejection with elegant gestures. To them, Su Li’s power was savage and temporary, whereas his lack of noble status and so-called ”cultivation” was a fatal defect he could never compensate for.