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Chapter 682

At the time of the door opening, the soft dawn light had not yet completely dispelled the coolness of the night, and the people in the lower world woke up early.

In the village, wisps of smoke rose up, accompanied by the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs, breaking the silence of the night. On the streets of the town, the stone pavement glowed with a green-gray light in the hazy sky. Early risers were busy tidying up their stalls, displaying relatively fresh fruits and vegetables, and some homemade handicrafts, preparing for the upcoming special day.

(The village was destroyed once before)

However, today is the most important day for the underworld.

The news that some people from the upper world are going to immigrate to the lower world has already spread to every corner of the lower world. People's hearts are full of expectations, but also a little bit of uneasiness.

What they are looking forward to is the communication and integration with the residents of the upper world, which will bring new vitality and vigor. However, what they are uneasy about is the worry that the rhythm of life will be disrupted and it will be difficult for them to adapt to each other.

Just like the suspended people and the Ohma people before them.

Aglaia, a member of the Golden Clan, stood in front of the ladder, surrounded by a group of Ohma warriors.

These warriors stood tall with firm eyes, holding weapons that shone with cold light in their hands, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Aglaya raised her head slightly, as if waiting for something.

"Today, we shoulder a great responsibility. The arrival of immigrants from the upper world concerns the future of the upper and lower worlds. We must ensure that everything goes smoothly and nothing can go wrong." Her voice echoed in the morning air and reached the ears of every warrior.

The soldiers straightened their backs and answered in unison, "Yes!" Their voices were uniform and loud.

At the same time, other golden race members were also busy.

Some carefully checked the equipment to ensure safety.

Some were communicating and coordinating with the villages near the lower world to arrange the resettlement of the immigrants, while others were patrolling the surrounding area, alert to any abnormal situations that might arise.

They have clear division of labor and carry out tasks in an orderly manner, demonstrating strong organizational and executive capabilities.

This immigration action is of great significance, but it also carries hidden dangers.

In Ohma's power structure, the Senate's attitude has always been ambiguous, as if shrouded in fog, making it difficult to grasp.

Some of them, deep down, have strong objections to the fusion of the upper and lower worlds.

In their narrow perception, the merger of the upper and lower worlds means a huge reshuffle of power, and the tower of power that they have painstakingly built is very likely to crumble in this change.

In fact, after the Battle of Kephale, the Senate had already been severely damaged. It no longer had the former prestige and the power it held was almost gone.

They once called the shots in Ohma, but now seem powerless in many matters. Even so, they still cling to the remaining power and are resistant to any changes that may threaten their power.

It was for this reason that Aglaia and the Golden Descendants resolutely returned to the underworld.

The difficulty and importance of this task.

After Aglaia returned to the lower world, she not only had to take charge of the overall situation and carefully plan various immigration matters to ensure that people from the upper world could settle down smoothly and integrate into the new environment, but also had to shoulder the responsibility of maintaining public order and always be vigilant against potential destabilizing factors, especially to prevent people in the Senate from doing some shady tricks in the dark.

At this moment, in a hidden corner, the light was dim and there was a damp and moldy smell.

Several figures were gathered together furtively, talking in low voices.

One of them was a short man, as thin as a skinny mouse, with flickering eyes and a cunning look.

He frowned slightly, his face full of anxiety, and lowered his voice and said, "Aglaya and the others are watching us too closely. We don't have a chance to make a move. Every time we make the slightest move, they notice it. It's really tricky."

A tall, fleshy man next to him said in a low voice, "Humph, we can't just let it go like this. We have to think of a way to teach these people a lesson and let them know that this is not a place they can just come to whenever they want. The majesty of our Senate cannot be challenged, and we must not allow them to change the status quo so recklessly."

These two people are the spies secretly sent by the Senate. They are shouldering an ulterior mission to sabotage this immigration operation and create chaos between the upper and lower worlds, thus disrupting the hard-earned peace.

In their distorted minds, Aglaia did not inform the Senate about the affairs of the underworld early on, and arbitrarily separated a group of people from Ohma and came to the underworld. This was undoubtedly a blatant challenge to the authority of the Senate.

They were filled with resentment, thinking that even if they wanted to take back the Golden People's rights in Ohma, now that all the people had left, the so-called power was nothing but an illusion and had no practical significance.

Thinking of this, their eyes flashed with viciousness as they plotted more sinister plans.

However, every move they made, which they thought was hidden, was seen by the nymphs.

The nymph, with a small and agile body, relied on Aglaya's golden thread to have excellent concealment ability and keen observation skills, and quietly followed these people with ill intentions.

At this moment, the nymph was hiding in the dark, listening to every word of their conversation.

After confirming the situation, the nymph passed the news to Aglaya immediately.

After listening to the nymph's report, Aglaya exuded a terrifying aura.

While Aglaia was directing the resettlement of immigrants in an orderly manner, he was also thinking about how to deal with the conspiracy of the Senate.

Simple surveillance is far from enough. We must take the initiative to disrupt the opponent's deployment in order to fundamentally ensure the smooth progress of the immigration operation.

So, in between her busy schedule, she quietly gathered several of her most capable assistants to discuss countermeasures.

Then she gave orders to the people around her in a decisive tone, "Watch their movements closely and never let them succeed. Once any destructive actions are discovered, take immediate measures to stop them. If necessary, use tough measures." After saying that, she took a deep breath, calmed herself down, then turned around and once again devoted herself to the busy and intense immigration preparations.

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After Aglaya left, the remaining group started talking.

"Those people in the Senate are still trying to sabotage immigration. We can't just sit there and wait for death. If you have any ideas, please speak up."

"In my opinion, we should take the initiative and arrest those spies directly, so that the Senate will be deprived of its minions and see how they can cause trouble."

"No, if we arrest people rashly, firstly, we will have insufficient evidence and it will be easy for people to criticize us. Secondly, it will alert the enemy and make the Senate take more covert measures."

"Perhaps... we can use their own tricks against us. Since they want to sabotage us, we can set a trap to lure them in and catch them red-handed. We can then make the evidence public and see how the Senate can argue."

"Well... this plan is feasible, but it requires careful planning and cannot have the slightest mistakes."

"Then let's do it. I'll continue to follow the nymph, and you guys go do the work."

"Ah."

At the same time, those spies in the Senate were still making moves in the dark.

"If we keep waiting like this, the immigrants will be settled, so how can we take action?"

The man snorted coldly, "Why panic? I've already thought of a plan. I heard that a large amount of supplies are stored at the resettlement site. Let's try to set it on fire. As long as the supplies are destroyed, the immigrants will be in chaos. Then we can take advantage of the chaos to do something else. There's no need to worry about Aglaya and the others not getting confused."

The two smiled at each other, their eyes full of malice, as if they had seen their plan succeed.

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