Changes On Naboo (Part 2)

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Palpatine's mouth, and he said lightly: "Valorum is not smart enough, it's true... But according to what I heard, Finis Valorum has changed his mind now... He wants to make deals with those business giants. And the content of the deal is to let go of the armed restrictions on those giants..."

"Then what? Will this allow the Trade Federation to have warships overnight? Even if those slow merchant ships are equipped with cannons, they are still a bunch of targets in front of my N-1 starfighter!" Ars Veruna said.

"Although I believe this very much, is it not good to continue to stimulate the Trade Federation like this... You know, Hego Damask II who supports them is not a man to mess with." Palpatine replied.

It really doesn't feel good to be poured cold water on your head, Ars Veruna waved his hand impatiently, "You worry too much! Senator Palpatine! Every time I talk about this content, you object and object! Are the Trade Federation and Hege so invincible in your eyes? Be confident! We must make a difference and face up to the difficulties! Only then can I continue to lead the Planet Naboo forward, and let the N-1 Starfighter make the entire people of the planet proud to have a few more projects!"

Palpatine watched Veruna's performance with an expression of watching jugglers, and there was even a trace of pity in his eyes. Of course, he opposed Veruna to resist the Trade Federation and Hege every time, but he knew better about Veruna, a person who was so ambitious.

The more he opposes, the more he emphasizes the strength of the Trade Federation and the more resentment Veruna will be aroused in his heart, thus secretly pushing him towards the opposition of the Trade Federation and Hego.

In this way, even if Veruna accidentally slipped the tongue or was found out about his inner thoughts by other means, he would never be suspicious of him—because after all, he has always been against it, right?

As for the N-1 Starfighter? Doesn't this idiot in front of him know that this project has put the fragile finances of Naboo on the brink of bankruptcy? Palpatine looked at him coldly. The N-1 starfighter will not bring any turning point, and Planet Naboo will become a victim of that grand plan, sounding the final death knell for the Galactic Republic!

But it's almost there, I've seen enough dramas, some actors... it's time for the curtain call...

"Then... let us see what happens next. Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will always be on your side." Palpatine said lightly, "By the way, Hego Damask II appeared on the planet Muunilinst yesterday, and he is about to accompany Nute Gunray of the Trade Federation to the planet Coruscant to discuss the issue of reaching an agreement with Valorum. We need to continue to pay attention to this matter... ..."

Palpatine said it naturally, but to Ars Veruna, it sounded like a blow to the head!

He only felt a bucket of cold water pouring from his head to his feet, his whole body was so cold and stiff that he couldn't even move his toes. As for Palpatine's chatter and started to analyze the new policy of Finis Valorum and the alliance between the Trade Federation and the Interstellar Banking Clan, he didn't listen to a word.

What's the situation? Hege...he is on Planet Muunilinst? What about...nuclear bombs? What about Planet Sojourn?

As if he still felt that the knife was not severe enough, Palpatine added calmly, "Yesterday, the Republic's border post detected an abnormal energy burst, and the Republic's judicial fleet is sending people to investigate. But this small matter The Judicial Fleet is about to be dispatched, I guess they are clearly not supporting Finis Valorum...Huh? His Majesty Veruna? His Majesty Veruna?"

Ars Veruna was already slumped on a stool on the balcony, staring blankly at the sky without saying a word.

Palpatine smiled slightly, "You can slowly enjoy the glory brought to you by the N-1 Starfighter, I still have some small things to leave. Princess Amidala Padmé Nabelli will hold a rally to raise funds for refugee relief, and I've promised to stand for her before. I heard that Claire Underwood from the Outer Rim Galaxy Mutual Aid Fund will also be there...I will not accompany you."

...

A week later, Tang Xiao finished his studies, bid farewell to Darth Plagueis and returned to the Endor System.

After boarding the hangar of the Glory mothership, and then returning to his office accompanied by his entourage, he stretched greatly.

It's really been a long time since he visited Darth Plagueis last time, formally worshiped him as his teacher, accepted the Book of Sith, and built his own lightsaber. Never stopped.

Successively, there was the Battle of Malastare, then the Battle of Endor System to ambush the Black Sun, and then a series of layouts against the Black Sun itself was rolled out non-stop.

After that, he went to Darth Plagueis for the second time, he got his own Sith name-Darth Malthael and then studied his research with Plagueis.

Two or three months passed in a flash, and now that all directions have been properly arranged, I can finally rest for a while.

Tang Xiao leaned on the sofa in his office and fell asleep unconsciously.

A somewhat cold and smooth hand reached out to gently rub his temples and skillfully scraped his eye sockets, and then pressed his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

Tang Xiao knew who it was, he just remained motionless, enjoying the beauty's gentle service.

Alia Isabel gently massaged Tang Xiao to help him get rid of his physical fatigue. While doing the movements, she hummed an unknown song softly.

Very plain, very simple, but very nice. With her silver bell-like voice, Tang Xiao quickly immersed himself in it, as if walking on a country road, the surrounding wheat fields were blown with golden waves by the wind, and the smell of soil wafted into his nostrils.

I really miss this feeling...

Tang Xiao opened his eyes, looked at the time, and found that he had slept for 3 hours. Calculated according to the Galactic Standard Time, it is already 7 o'clock in the evening, close to the evening.

A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Tang Xiao lowered his head and saw Anna Isabella lying on his lap, already asleep.

The faint dark circles on her face indicated that she hadn't slept well during the few days Tang Xiao left.

Indeed, on such a completely strange planet, with no relatives, and the only person she knows is not here, she can only live every day so cautiously, like walking on thin ice.

Even in the previous battle to wipe out Garrulan, she should have witnessed that tragic killing in the bedroom, one can imagine how terrified she was...

And now, Tang Xiao is back, the only person she can rely on is back.