BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 694 Jabir, Darius and Tyree (1)

Nick's face lit up with a pleased grin as he spoke into the phone. "Master, I've arranged the lunch meeting with Tyree Collin, Jabir Sables, and Darius Funnell. They've all accepted the invitation and are eager to meet you."

Erik, seated at his desk, leaned slightly forward, his expression one of approval. "Great job, Nick. Thank you for having handled it so quickly."

Nick's eyes gleamed with a sense of accomplishment. "I'm always here to assist, Master." The call then ended.

Erik redirected his attention towards the sleek computer resting on his desk. He was particularly interested in the evolving geopolitical landscape, particularly Frant's recent actions.

He launched a trusted news portal, eager to gather the latest insights. Among the countless headlines on the homepage, one news item stood out: the imminent danger of the Heniate.

The reports clarified every nation was keenly aware of Frant's current precarious position, which had been weakened by recent events.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

The Heniate had not been defeated yet and still maintained control over a vast army of Thaids.

As Erik scrolled through the articles, his attention was captured by a striking headline: "Frant Halts Invasion of Hin, Establishes Massive Coastal Defense Line." The strategic shift suggested a significant change in Frant's military tactics.

By clicking on the headline, he explored the article in order to perform an in-depth analysis. The report explained in details Frant's abrupt halt in its aggressive incursion into Hin territory, a development that caught many military analysts off guard.

Instead of carrying out the invasion, Frant reallocated its resources towards strengthening its coastal defenses.

They constructed a series of fortifications to deter any potential assaults from the sea. The defense line was said to be staggering in its scale, featuring a series of watchtowers, blockades of various nature, and heavy artillery.

The article emphasized the strategic implications of this action, speculating on the potential reasons behind it. This was speculated to result from the Heniate's and Parasite's situation, according to the article.

The attacks took place in New Alexandria; however, because of the Heniate's survival, they also conducted investigations in other cities. In other locations near New Alexandria, there were a few minor instances of infection; however, they managed the situation.

It was speculated that the decision could be a response to the increasing Thaid threat or a strategic move to strengthen Frant's defenses following its recent setbacks. Or maybe because the nation couldn't afford anymore the war.

In addition, the piece incorporated expert viewpoints, with some regarding the action as a prudent defensive tactic, while others interpreted it as a sign of Frant's declining offensive prowess. Erik assimilated the information, contemplating its implications.

He knew that the significant change in military strategy could have profound implications, not only for Frant and Hin, but also for the wider geopolitical landscape. Attacking both nations now was a possibility.

The realignment of forces and the prioritization of coastal defense showed that Frant was preparing for a problem, one that had the potential to alter the regional power dynamics.

However, a noteworthy development emerged - the article referred to the Frantian leader as Sinisa Volkov, not Becker.

<Has Becker been demoted? >

He was not unhappy. Erik did not have a favorable opinion of the man, who evidently pursued a distinct approach to governing the country. It appeared his cautiousness had decreased.

Erik reclined in his seat, assimilating the information. This represented a notable progress, one that could have far-reaching implications for the stability of the region and his own future endeavors.

Erik, feeling the gravity of the evolving geopolitical landscape and the significance of his lunch meeting, closed his laptop. The day was unfolding with important decisions and discoveries, and he needed to be prepared for what lay ahead.

***

The sun was high in the sky when three limousines pulled up to the front of the guild headquarters. Each vehicle, with its sleek exterior, embodied a unique make and model, symbolizing the distinct personalities of the men they transported.

Tyree Collin, Jabir Sables, and Darius Funnell stepped out as the doors opened.

Tyree, the one Erik wanted to make the head of the Blacksmithing department, was the first to appear.

He possessed a robust physique, complemented by a thick beard, and was attired in a well-fitted suit that scarcely concealed his muscular build.

Next in line was Jabir, the one Erik wanted as the head of the Alchemy department. He possessed a slender physique with distinct features, concealing his eyes behind tinted glasses.

Darius, hopefully the head of Vehicle Production, was the last to step out. He was a man of middle age with a receding hairline and a cheerful expression, attired in a relaxed blazer and denim pants.

Upon noticing each other, Tyree and Jabir's gazes became intense.

Tyree cast a scrutinizing glance at Jabir, his chuckle breaking the silence. "Jabir Sables, the alchemist. Still claiming your potion-making is science?"

Jabir flashed a mischievous grin, unbothered. "It's certainly more scientific than your approach to blacksmithing, Tyree."

A hint of challenge flickered in Tyree's eyes, but his grin never wavered. "I've heard about your recent experiments. Something about a potion to make frogs sing?"

Jabir's laughter was light. "Indeed, an amusing diversion. But, Tyree, let's talk about your latest 'masterpiece'—the so-called unbreakable sword. Didn't it snap during its first skirmish?"

Color crept into Tyree's cheeks, yet he maintained his cool demeanor. "Merely a temporary hitch. Unlike your potions that promise immortality and only upset stomachs."

Jabir's laughter rang out again. "Temporary perhaps, but while a stomachache can be remedied, a broken reputation is a harder fix."

Inches apart, Tyree and Jabir faced each other, their expressions tight, a testament to their long-standing rivalry. Both were masters of their respective crafts, each believing in his superiority over the other.

Darius, sensing the brewing storm, inserted himself between the two, his hands outstretched in a calming manner. "Let's remember why we're here, gentlemen. We have an appointment with Master Kay, and it's in our best interest to focus on that."

As Tyree and Jabir exchanged a final, charged glance, a palpable unspoken challenge hung in the air, their simmering rivalry concealed just beneath the surface.

Tyree, breaking the silence with a reluctant tone, conceded, "Fine, but this isn't over."

Jabir responded with a light, knowing smile, his eyes reflecting both amusement and anticipation. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Darius chided them. "We're here to secure a new opportunity, not to bicker. Let's be professional."

With Darius's practicality as their guide, the trio made their way towards the guild headquarters. Their main purpose for being here was to meet Erik, and any conflicts that may have arisen had to be put on hold. In the meantime.

As Tyree, Jabir, and Darius walked into the grand foyer of Erik's guild headquarters, they were warmly greeted by two waiters who were impeccably dressed. One of them, with a polite nod, said, "Good afternoon, gentlemen. The guild master is expecting you. Please follow me."

While the trio made their way through the decorated corridors of Erik's guild headquarters, they couldn't help but be completely immersed in the overwhelming luxury of their surroundings.

The walls, adorned with exquisite tapestries depicting intricate stories woven with vibrant threads and textures, captured the light and emitted a comforting and welcoming glow.

As they walked through the room, the air itself seemed to be infused with the delicate scent of aged wood and the faint aroma of polished marble, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance. The marble shining under their feet reflected the magnificent beauty that surrounded them.

With a sense of wonderment, Tyree's eyes widened and he couldn't help but linger on the intricate brushstrokes of the paintings that adorned the walls, each one a true masterpiece in its own right.

With a blend of curiosity and admiration, Jabir immersed himself in the surrounding sights. As he took a deep breath, he could feel the scents of varnish and luxury intertwining in the air, creating a delightful sensation that awakened his senses and cultivated a newfound admiration for the finer aspects of life.

In the meantime, Darius seemed in tune with the ambiance of the place. With every step they took on the polished marble floors, their shoes emitted a gentle clack that resonated in perfect harmony with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Their journey culminated at a pair of ornate double doors. The waiter, displaying a touch of theatrics, opened the doors, revealing the meeting room.

"The guild master has prepared this room for your discussion." He stepped aside to usher them in.

Inside, the room was a testament to elegance. A long, stately mahogany table was set meticulously with fine china and sparkling crystal glassware.

An array of delectable dishes wafted enticing scents throughout the room. At the head of the table stood Erik, who rose to greet them.

"Welcome," Erik said with a welcoming gesture. "Please, take your seats."

It was impossible to miss the unmistakable blend of formal elegance and luxury that permeated the room. In a silent acknowledgment of the setting, Tyree and Jabir put their rivalry aside.

With his ever observant nature, Darius nodded in silent appreciation of the elaborate arrangement.