Chapter 755 - 474: Mentor

Chapter 755: Chapter 474: Mentor

Surrounded by a host of tribal chieftains, Feng Shan walked into the Alaska State Capitol Building.

The building’s interior was opulent yet dignified. Its marble floors, polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflected the images of the crowd.

Dazzling crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.

Exquisite paintings depicting the history and culture of Alaska hung on the walls, telling the story of the land’s profound transformations.

They passed through the hall and, led by a staff member, arrived before a conference room.

A number of elites in sharp suits stood at the entrance to the conference room, each wearing a practiced, official smile as they greeted the Indigenous leaders attending the meeting.

These government elites and the Indigenous leaders shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, the atmosphere seemingly harmonious.

When it was the turn of Feng Shan’s group, a balding, middle-aged white man quickly strode forward. His face was plastered with a smile as he enthusiastically extended both hands, gripping Chief Welta’s hand tightly and speaking with a fawning tone.

"Chief, what’s so captivating about Norton Bay? I’ve invited you to several parties, but you’ve never found the time to attend."

Chief Welta offered a kind yet somewhat detached smile and slowly replied, "My apologies. At my age, I could receive the call of the spirits at any moment. I let the younger generation handle tribal affairs now."

"You’re not old at all! The Athabasca people still need your guidance." The balding white man quickly chimed in, his smile growing even brighter, but a hint of calculation lay deep in his eyes.

Even Feng Shan could sense the perfunctory nature of their insincere exchange.

"He’s Bill Walker, the governor of Alaska," Jeff whispered, leaning close to Feng Shan’s ear from within the crowd.

His voice was extremely low and his eyes held a note of caution, as if reminding Feng Shan to be mindful of the man’s identity and status.

’The governor of Alaska?’

’For someone of his rank to show up, this meeting must be a big deal.’

Feng Shan silently watched the jovial, balding governor.

A trace of surprise was hidden in his gaze.

Just then, an Asian woman emerged from the reception staff.

Wearing a pleasantly surprised smile, she walked straight up to Feng Shan.

"Feng, long time no see! Where’s Frank? He’s not answering his phone," the woman said in a familiar tone, her eyes shining with delight.

Feng Shan studied the woman and quickly recognized her as Erica of the Alaska Independence Party. He smiled faintly and replied, "Lady Erica, it has indeed been a while. Frank ran off to Lengwan to find his first love."

"My God, Frank actually has a first love." A look of surprise flashed across Erica’s face, as if she had just heard an unexpected secret.

Then, her eyes flickering with curiosity, she pressed, "Feng, is the Crown Territory also represented at this meeting?"

"Khilla."

Just then, Chief Welta beckoned to Feng Shan from within the crowd, gesturing for him to come over.

Feng Shan groaned inwardly.

’He had always detested these kinds of public appearances.’

’He would rather go three hundred rounds with a grizzly bear than stand here in the spotlight.’

But the Elder Chief had already called out his name, and all eyes were turning toward him.

Feng Shan immediately felt his skin crawl.

It was as if he were being roasted over a fire.

With no other choice, he could only give Lady Erica a slight, apologetic nod. Then, steeling himself, he slowly squeezed through the crowd to the Elder Chief’s side.

’This young man... is he the Chief’s junior?’

Governor Walker narrowed his eyes slightly.

He carefully sized up the young man whom Chief Welta had singled out.

’To single out this young man by name on such an important occasion... their relationship must be anything but ordinary.’

As the incumbent governor of Alaska, Walker was well aware that this was an election year, and the political landscape was rife with undercurrents.

Mark Begich of the Democratic Party had already launched a high-profile campaign for the 2018 Alaska governorship.

This undoubtedly put immense pressure on Walker.

He was also keenly aware that in the upcoming race, he desperately needed the Indigenous vote to secure his advantage.

Among the many Indigenous Tribes, the Athabasca Tribe, to which Chief Welta belonged, had the largest population and the greatest influence.

If he could win Chief Welta’s support, he would essentially have a stable voting bloc, and his chances of reelection would increase dramatically.

Therefore, Governor Walker paid extremely close attention to Chief Welta’s every move, refusing to let any opportunity to build rapport slip by.

Governor Walker’s face was wreathed in a friendly smile as he attempted to close the distance with Chief Welta through light-hearted banter.

"Chief Welta, this young man is your junior. He has the same heroic air you must have had in your youth."

’Are you fucking blind!’

Feng Shan couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

’In what fucking way do I look like Welta?’

’The son of a bitch doesn’t even know how to kiss ass properly.’

’If there weren’t so many people around, I wouldn’t give a damn that you’re the governor—I’d have cursed you out loud long ago.’

"No. Khilla is the messenger of the spirits, the Spiritual Guide for the Indians of Alaska."

Chief Welta’s expression was solemn. He slowly brought his hands together before his chest, his eyes filled with reverence and piety, as he spoke in a tone that was peaceful yet incredibly firm.

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd, which had been murmuring quietly, instantly fell silent.

All eyes focused on Feng Shan once again.

This time, their gazes held a new sense of awe and curiosity.

’The messenger of the spirits?’

’The Spiritual Guide for the Indians of Alaska?’

Governor Walker was stunned for a moment.