Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 856

Chapter 856 He Even Offered Money?

“Really?” Winston narrowed his eyes at Silas, still wavering between belief and doubt.

“Of course it’s true.”

+20 Free Coins

Silas seized the opening instantly and slipped straight into a flawless performance, not even blinking once.

“Think about it. If your presence weren’t that stable, how could every void jump keep locking onto you so accurately? Picture a boundless sea. You’re the lighthouse standing in the middle of it. That’s why the coordinates keep finding you. Corvin said once he solves the final issue with landing accuracy, deploying the Empire Army to the front line will be no harder than lifting a hand.”

Winston sucked in a breath.

At once, he imagined the Empire’s soldiers dropping straight onto the battlefield in an instant and blindsiding the Chitinids before they could react.

Passing through the void was power only the Beast God was said to command.

Among the Empire’s therians, no one had ever managed to transport people that way.

And now Corvin had supposedly done it.

That could only mean one thing.

The Beast God was favoring them.

“I knew it! I knew that boy had something in him. He always looked so quiet, and all this time he’d been building something enormous.”

Winston slapped his leg, so excited he was almost shaking.

Then, in a burst of grand patriotism, he waved the entire compensation issue away.

“Compensation? What compensation? Forget it. Talking money at a time like this is way too tacky. This concerns the Empire. This concerns the people. This is the foundation of our future!”

As he spoke, he fumbled inside the inner folds of his sleeping robe and pulled out a gleaming gold private crystal card. He had saved that money across centuries for his own health and comfort.

1/4

13:07 Sat, May 16

74

Chapter 856 He Even Offered Money?

He shoved it toward Silas.

+20 Free Coins

“Take this. Give it to Corvin. Tell him he must finish this void–jump project for the Empire’s sake. And if that still isn’t enough, I’ve got a few old mechs stored away. I’ll sell them all if I have to.”

Silas stared at the card, and his eyelid twitched violently.

D*mn it… I think I overdid it. He not only abandoned the demand for compensation, he’s now trying to pour money into the lie too?

“Sir, that really isn’t appropriate. I can’t take this…” For once, Silas genuinely did not dare accept it.

Corvin did not have any such project.

If Winston came asking later for progress, where was Silas supposed to conjure results from?

He was just about to push the card back when one of the cubs perched on Marcus‘ head flicked their wings.

The air rippled again.

Back at the castle, inside a dark bedroom, Corvin was sleeping deeply, rolled up in his blanket like some oversized cocoon.

All of a sudden, a violent crash exploded right beside his ear.

Corvin jolted awake in fright.

“What the hell? What blew up?”

He snatched his glasses from beside the bed and shoved them on.

Then he saw it.

A heap of people had landed right on his bed.

Fortunately, the bed was large enough to survive it.

“Silas? Marcus? Jim?” Corvin blinked.

Then he noticed the old man lying near Marcus,

2/4

13:07 Sat, May 16

Chapter 855 Winston Got Dragged In Too

Silas sold Corvin out without a flicker of guilt.

74

+20 Free Coins

“You know Corvin, right? He thinks warships are too slow, so he’s been trying to develop technology that can move through the void. He’s had a breakthrough already. The only issue is that it’s still wildly unstable.”

After hearing that, Winston narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. A sly light flickered through those old cloudy eyes.

“A breakthrough? And somehow that breakthrough keeps dropping right onto my bed?”

He tugged at his robe, which had been pulled loose and now hung sloppily off his shoulders, and looked at Silas with a mix of grievance and outrage.

“Silas, take a look at these old bones of mine. That brat nearly crushed the life out of me just

now.”

Marcus was about to fire back with, “Who would even want to sit on you,” but one warning glare from Silas shut him up immediately.

“Sir, this is what we call a directional precision deviation during navigation testing.” Silas lied without blinking, his tone sincere enough to deserve an award for diplomacy.

“Corvin explained it himself. You are the Empire’s cornerstone. Your presence is the strongest, so the spatial coordinates keep drifting toward you instinctively.” 2

4/4

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify