Chapter 390: Chapter 249: Subspace and the Blonde Girl (4)

If it could be summoned, then this was about far more than just a storage space.

In a way, this also proved that Earth itself was a port within the cosmology of the "Dungeon Life Game." If he kept thinking along those lines, there was no telling what kind of astonishing conclusions he might reach.

Fang Zhen shook his head. He wasn’t a physicist and had no intention of researching these matters. He just needed to know how to use it.

He took out the crystal bone, summoned the Red Hare Warhorse, and vaulted onto its back, vanishing in a cloud of dust.

Fang Zhen first returned to the army’s main camp.

Inside the command tent, Ottis, Mansa, and Matthew were all present.

"I need to leave for a while. I’ll be back in two days."

Fang Zhen informed his subordinates, establishing a time for his return.

Mansa updated Fang Zhen on the current situation.

"My lord, nobles from all the surrounding territories—all the nobles from the two duchies—will arrive at Viscount Keton’s lands in two days. In fact, some are already on their way. Your fame has spread far and wide. The nobles wouldn’t dare to be tardy for such a grand assembly that you have convened."

"Moreover, of the major nobles in the vicinity, Count Quentin has been brought to heel, Count Henry is dead, and two counts with actual power remain in the Tarrenno Territory."

"As for the Duchy of Balenzuo, one of their counts from the Balenzuo Territory was killed in the chaos of the ambush a few days ago. Two of his four viscounts also died in the battle, and the other two have been kept as prisoners here in the camp."

"Additionally, three other counts from the Balenzuo Duchy are heading this way, bringing their most capable viscounts with them."

Fang Zhen nodded slightly.

The situation was that after Fang Zhen absorbed Balenzuo’s army, his military strength was at its peak.

The army under his command was over 10,000 strong.

Besides, with Fang Zhen’s current authority and position, if he wanted to mobilize troops, he could summon soldiers from nobles like Quentin—who had previously played sly and held back their men—with just a single letter.

Times had changed. The Balenzuo Duchy, one of the two great local duchies, was annihilated, leaving Fang Zhen with no powerful rivals in the region. This was the time for everyone to jump on the bandwagon and curry favor with the winner; no noble would be foolish enough to oppose him now. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

At the same time, any noble family that even thought of opposing Fang Zhen would be crushed by an elite army several to ten times their size. They wouldn’t dare show him such disrespect.

Fang Zhen listened to Mansa, then nodded. "I know. Go to Viscount Keton and borrow a venue that’s spacious enough. If he doesn’t have one, we’ll borrow the church for the time being. Then, help me prepare the assembly hall."

"I want you to set up the hall as an enclosed space. For at least three days, all of the nobles’ needs—eating, drinking, everything—are to be handled within this location. They are not allowed to go outside, nor are they allowed to communicate with outsiders. Select some tight-lipped soldiers to guard the doors."

"These soldiers will have only one purpose: while I am meeting with these nobles, no one gets in, and no one gets out. And under no circumstances is anyone to speak to the nobles."

When he heard this, Mansa fell silent, his eyes fixed on Fang Zhen with a peculiar look.

It was as if Mansa believed Fang Zhen hadn’t given up the idea of wiping out all the nobles in one fell swoop.

Seeing the look in Mansa’s eyes, Fang Zhen had a pretty good idea of what the Elder Mage was thinking.

Fang Zhen said, "Rest assured, I have no intention of breaking the established rules of the nobility. I am a reformer and builder of the rules, not a destroyer."

"Besides, if I wanted to kill them, why go to all this trouble? I could just send in the soldiers."

As Fang Zhen spoke, for some reason, his mind suddenly conjured a scene from *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*: a banquet used as a pretext, five hundred axemen hidden within the walls, waiting for the signal of a cup being thrown to the floor.

Suddenly, he had a sense of déjà vu.

"Very well." Hearing Fang Zhen say that, Mansa knew it wasn’t his place to argue further.

After all, Mansa was just a high-level employee. If the boss himself didn’t mind, why should he worry his head over it?

"For now, you’re in charge of organizing this. While I’m away, you and Maso will be responsible for the army, with Viscount Keton assisting in its management. I will return in two days," Fang Zhen said.

Mansa nodded, accepting the command.

Though Mansa had a habit of asking challenging questions, his competence and loyalty were beyond doubt. Fang Zhen felt confident leaving the army in Mansa’s temporary care.

Fang Zhen finished arranging matters at the camp, delegating the various responsibilities.

His subordinates—Keton, Mansa, Maso, even Agatha—were all elites in this world. He could confidently leave the army in their temporary care.

With that, Fang Zhen left the command tent. He mounted the Red Hare Horse and spurred it on, returning to the Light Gate’s location at top speed.

Fang Zhen urged his mount onward. The Red Hare was a magnificent steed, and since it was formed from bone energy, it would never tire as long as Fang Zhen supplied it. There was no need to conserve its strength.

That same day, Fang Zhen returned to the location of the Light Gate in the Ashton Territory.

In front of the Light Gate, he withdrew the bone energy. The Red Hare Warhorse reverted to a crystal bone, which Fang Zhen put away before stepping through the Light Gate.

After a moment of disorientation, Fang Zhen found himself back in his familiar living room.

He quickly unstrapped his iron armor, cracked open a can of Red Bull, and, sipping the drink, picked up his cell phone to make a few calls.

He started by calling Hao Lei, a salesman from his company.