437 A chess general, the last speech

"Speaker, President Hossman asks to see you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"It's for the sake of peace, right? Oh, when I went to see him the other day......"

Valletta Hospital, in the ward on the third floor, Pamir, whose body was gradually recovering, whispered to himself, and then waved his hand lightly: "You repeat the doctor's words from last night and read them to him, and then ...... Let him go. ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Be. ā€

A momentary pause faded away with heavy footsteps, and then as the wooden door closed, the silence that had always been left in the room. The man who was still lying in the middle of the hospital bed looked at the documents in his hand, but his mind flew to the unknown sky early, and only after a while did he listen to the footsteps from downstairs, and sighed a little sadly: "Alas......"

"You...... Or do I know you? ā€

Turning his gaze to the sky red by the dim yellow sun, and listening to the war ensemble faintly coming from the south, Pamir was stunned for a moment, and then picked up the document in front of the sheet when the wooden door was pushed open again: "Gone?"

"Yes, sir."

Coming in was another black-clad man who had been following the Speaker, he bowed slightly, and then walked to the front of the hospital bed: "But...... He left a few words. ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

He said...... Even if we disagree, the parliament has already passed that proposal by an absolute majority. The man in black whispered, "Speaker, please...... Be prepared when the time comes. ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Oh, it looks like they're already iron-hearted. Pamir replied with a blank face: "Go and inform Carlos of them, if necessary...... Prepare them to withdraw. ā€

"Great, sir?"

"It's just necessary preparation."

Pamir put down the page in his hand: "No matter what, life is still the most important thing, as long as everyone is still there, any problem can be solved...... What about Yang? ā€

"Lord Lux is still on the front lines." The man replied, "I heard from the people of Group 6 that they are stepping up their efforts to investigate those who appear on the list, and Lux himself intends to go and mediate with the Imperial side secretly, hoping to buy some time and opportunity......"

"Where's Cornelly?"

"It seems that the civilian faction has completely stopped moving, and I heard that it is because of the recent activity of adventurers that I am worried about something." The man whispered, "As for Connelly himself......"

"Mr. Beard has put up a sign of closure in Carbinburg, and the reason seems to be...... Reorganize the store. ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Hum. ā€

Pamir's eyes raised: "So many people have died outside, but inside they are all thinking about their own way out...... I asked Yang to monitor the underground before, but now what's going on? ā€

"Uh...... Before leaving, Mistress Lux left a report that was placed on your bedside. ā€

Pamir, who was frowning, was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes fell on the pile of papers on the edge of the bed: "...... It's been a bit of a scramble, since Anvina left......"

Holding the mountain of documents and rummaging for a while, he found the report that the man in black was referring to, and then while frowning, he began to identify the disorganized messages on it: "...... The black market has been purged? The Big Three are nowhere to be found? Hey, even Connelly's Sumeri seems to have withdrawn. ā€

"The City Guard took control of the Furnace...... Looking at this time, it should also be the old man's hand......"

"The people at the Valletta Tavern are here too, how are they ...... Hmm, I see. ā€

"Are adventurers starting to appear underground in large numbers...... That's right. ā€

Seeing this, Pamir raised his head and pointed to the place where the sun was about to set: "Today is the whole day...... There seems to be a lot of movement in the city, what are those adventurers doing? ā€

"They appear to be after a person whose target is related to a wanted warrant that is popular within them." The man in black replied, "Although it seems that they have been arguing for a day and a night, this incident should have nothing to do with the underground activity mentioned in the report......

"Report, report!"

The door of the ward was pushed open again, and another subordinate dressed in the same black system rushed in: "Someone, someone has gathered below!" They want to see you, Speaker! ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Who? ā€

"It's civilians, civilians who haven't fled here yet...... They knew you were here, Speaker, so they came from Parliament Square! ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Did you come to me to protest? ā€

Listening to the faint noise downstairs and the protests that gradually converged, Pamir smiled bitterly and pinched his brows: "Indeed, with the current parliament...... No one has the leisure to care about their life or death. ā€

"Your Excellency, you can't care about them anymore! The situation is so dangerous that you can't protect yourself......"

"Why, do you already know me so well?"

The man on the bed smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I haven't come forward yet, after all, whether the current principality exists or dies is no longer up to us people." But ......"

"This is not Parliament Square after all, and these people are stuck in front of the hospital...... Doesn't seem like a good thing, right? He smiled and said, "Even if it's to save a few more seriously injured adventurers, shouldn't we appease them and let them get out of here?"

"Speaker...... Speaker! ā€

After a moment of commotion, accompanied by the staggering footsteps of a wounded man, he gradually reached the lobby on the first floor of the Valletta Hospital, and the figure of Pamir, surrounded by the man in black, appeared in front of the gate in the setting sun. The next moment, the agitated or angry protesters surrounded the intersection, including the entrance, and several refugees-like guys mixed in the crowd began to communicate with each other for the last time.

"Look! Pamir! ā€

"He is the Speaker of the Principality, the greatest official of the Principality of Elnifia!"

"Me, my hands are a little shaky......"

"Coward, are you still going to back down, Latty? Look at these people around you! They are all civilians who have suffered so much from war and are about to become just like us! Think of the misery we've had along the way, and think of the nobles that Mr. Kenty has shown us...... They are not people at all! They don't deserve to live in this world! ā€

"This battle belongs to us, as long as we take out this guy in front of us and fire the first shot of resistance, our world will definitely appear."

In the chaotic crowd, a companion named Martin stared at Ratty's eyes, and his face gradually became distorted: "Someone should do this!" And now ......"

"It's time for everyone to hear the roar of our refugees."

With a hateful flick of his hand, he separated the two people from each other to the two sides of the crowd, and then shouted confusing slogans and blended into the crowd in front of him. The young man named Ratty stared fixedly into the distance, the focus of his eyes gradually lost, as if in the chaos of the scene, he recalled every moment of his previous exile with this companion.

Burning villages, crying crowds, crushed soldiers, powerful nobles...... My parents, my sweet sister, why did they die? Why does Uncle Sam want to lure us away? Why was Anna detained by the City Guard? What is it exactly...... What makes the world what it is?

The crowd was suddenly swept away, and a few shouts were spread to the corner of the street with the dispersal of the man in black, and Ratti, who was also pushed away, looked ahead in a trance, and found that the target surrounded by the man in black also began to move towards the courtyard with a crowd of excited shouts, as if he wanted to hide back in Valletta.

"What do you want to do?"

A loud shout mixed with the noise suddenly appeared in Ratty's ears, along with the struggle and shouts belonging to Martin, his eyes suddenly cleared, and then squeezed towards the source of the voice: "Let go...... Let me go! Latty! ā€

"Ratty! It's up to you! ā€

Rumble!

The scene of pushing and shoving each other in the chaos was still in everyone's eyes, and the noise that was so noisy that it was impossible to distinguish what everyone was saying did not stop for a moment, but an inexplicable beam of light exploded in Ratty's mind, turning his mind blank. The images that had passed in his mind a moment ago flashed clearly again in his consciousness, and the cries of his companions began to gradually amplify, all of which rolled and stirred in his thoughts, and finally twisted into a familiar voice in the change of light and shadow.

"For our future."

In order to...... Our future.

The humming sound and blank white light disappeared from his eyes, and the sounds and sights that belonged to the normal world returned to him, and he looked up to find himself standing in front of the hospital gate. In the surprised gaze of several black-clothed men and the movement of reaching out to clasp his shoulder, he burst out with extraordinary strength, and felt the dagger at his waist, and then stabbed out of the crowd that staggered forward and retreated.

"For our future."

He whispered.

The more chaotic scene rose with the splash of blood in the doomed twilight, and then turned into a greater tide, flowing along the intersection of Valletta Street and Yalich Street, looking at the body of the man in the hospital gown who had fallen in a pool of blood and the young man who had been killed, a certain big man standing on the roof nodded with satisfaction, and then took out a black crystal ball from his arms, and said in a low voice: "What a real and beautiful picture...... Your flag worked, and they succeeded. ā€

"Then let's move on to the next step." An equally hoarse voice came from the crystal ball: "The tower is ...... down"

"It's officially started."

On February 11, 795 A.D., new sunshine rose as usual, and the news of Pamir's assassination spread to every corner of Tania like an autumn wind that sealed the fate of the principality. In the real world, on March 24, the finals of the League Cup also bloomed in the same venue as scheduled, and the curtain of the last two games was kicked off in the passionate shouts of flowers. Perhaps because of the explosive news in the gaming world, the number of spectators and pros attending the game was a little lower than before, and that number was much lower when another major event broke out in Tania: "Hossman has stepped in!"

"He's going to announce something! He's giving a speech! ā€

"The Imperials are about to start a general attack, and he only came forward at this time......"

"It looks like he's going to accept the surrender of the Imperial! Go and watch it live! ā€

"Citizens of the Principality of Elnefia!"

More and more people appeared on the platform of the Oracle, and the figure of the old man took a page of paper, surrounded by the councillors, before starting the last performance since the outbreak of the war, with the help of the early morning sun and magic amplification: "I know that all this time you have lived in panic and fear, not only for your own fate, but also for the future of the Principality......"

"I, Hossman Bierre, President of the Principality, make a solemn promise here! The Duchy of Elnefia will continue to exist and will never be swallowed up by the Empire! ā€

Outside the Imperial Front south of Tania City, siege engines covered in iron armor slowly appeared at the edge of the horizon, and then reached the upper echelons of each guild in the notification of the players stationed at the front scattered.

"But! The reason why the Imperials are attacking us, you should be clear by now, that is, the territory of our principality is mixed with ghosts from thousands of years ago, the restorers of the ancient magic empire! ā€

The players guarding the various respawn points in the city had just handed over their first shift to their companions, walked out of their respective watch points, and then stretched their waists while looking in the direction where a sudden burst of neat surprise erupted.

"We will not easily succumb to the rebellion and force of the Empire, and we will not be defeated by these plots to usurp the throne! So...... These scum who try to corrupt the principality should also be eradicated by us one by one! ā€

In the black market, Hank, who had a calm face, opened a letter from Queen Maggie just now, Fenghua Town, a woman in white sitting on the top of the mountain suddenly opened her eyes, and in the field hospital, Anvina, who was busy wiping the sweat on her forehead, in the adventurers' association, Felistone, who still received many adventurers, stopped the pen in his hand, and then signaled the other party to pass the temporary change request.

"Today is an important day and the day I am ready to announce my decision."

On the platform, a heavy-faced Horsman unfolded the paper in his hand: "According to the Empire's evidence, the feedback from the Wind Flower Town Investigation Team and the Fars Investigation Team, we have found out the true face of the rebels, and at this moment...... I will make their names known to the public, and let them be judged by the principality, by the empire, and...... Continent-wide judgment! ā€

"They are ......"

The two old men sitting opposite each other in the library slowly turned their heads to look at a young man in a black robe who was slowly walking at the main entrance outside the library. Located on the side of the finals stage in the real world, Xue Lingphantom Bing, who had a depressed face, closed the communication ball, and turned to look at the two men who had just taken the stage and were about to compete for the individual championship, and the figure of Duan Qing, who still kept appearing in her mind, had just joined her companions who had been searching outside the city all night, and then looked up at the east where the speech sounded together with the illusion dream and the broken wind and thunder on the side.

"It seems ......"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Slanco Fez...... Osced Stamford Nel...... Carlos Joseph...... Pamir Rest......"

Listening to the names that vaguely echoed in the sky, Duan Qing, who was looking at the people around him, slowly sank his face.

"Something big is wrong." Confluence just now