"Your Excellency Maggs, do you want to go out so late?", No. 1 Avenue, or Villa No. 1 on Imperial Boulevard, Maggs opened the door in a trench coat and a top hat and walked out, and when he was locking it, the police on night patrol saw him, greeted him politely and asked casually.

The most powerful man in the empire was the most unassuming, which made many people who knew something about Magus deeply impressed by his character. He never relied on his position and power to put himself in the spotlight, and he would never be arrogant to anyone, not even a homeless person. This has made many people truly surrender to his charisma from the inside out.

While locking the courtyard door with his hand, Mags glanced sideways at the patrolman standing three meters away from him, smiled and nodded, "Yes, I want to go out for a walk and buy some books by the way." At this age, I realize that my knowledge is too poor. ”

The patrol officers didn't know what words to use to praise the first man of the Empire, just like Mags himself said, "at his age" he was already the most powerful person in the Empire, and no one dared to say that Mags was an uneducated fool, and everyone knew that Mags was known for his knowledge. But even so, he still felt that he didn't read enough books, so he was completely convinced!

The patrolman smiled and nodded in acknowledgment to leave, he just lifted his steps and put them back, "Do you need me to send you over?"

Maggs had already locked the door, he clapped his hands and slipped them into the pockets of his trench coat, "Thank you very much, but I don't need to, walking is a good exercise for me." As he spoke, he pinched his hat with his left hand and lifted it slightly, "I won't disturb your work, goodbye." ”

"Goodbye!"

The patrolman stood in place and watched Mags leave, and when Mags had walked far away, he shook his head and withdrew his gaze, and suddenly a strange thought came to his mind, should he also buy a book to read after work?

Maggs slipped into the alley next to Villa 39 on Imperial Boulevard, then crossed a few small thresholds before entering through the back door of a house. The old woman sitting by the door, dressed in a thick sheepskin, lifted her wrinkled face to look at Magus, then lowered her head and continued to squint her eyes to do the needlework in her hands.

He walked up the old creaking staircase to the third floor, went to the innermost part of the hallway, pushed open the door, and a room full of books appeared in front of him. He walked to the third row of bookshelves, which were attached to the wall, and found a book called "Abstract Art" in the fourth row, then stretched out his finger and pressed it on the top half of the book, and pulled it back to let go of his finger. The bookshelf in front of him slowly parted back, revealing a downward passage.

He glanced at the dark passage and stepped inside.

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the stone slabs echoed throughout the passage, and after about twenty meters down, the ground began to level up, and a house with a faint light could be seen in the distance.

As he walked through the small door, he was greeted by a round conference table with twelve high-backed chairs with red faces on a gold background. The room was so dark that the light could only illuminate the tabletop, and it was impossible to see the faces of the people sitting around them. These people were hidden in the dark, and everyone could only see their hands, and from the waist down.

Maggs was the same, it was very dark when he walked in, only some faint light on the tabletop, and the only lamp shade on the table to prevent the reflection of the fiber optics was also made of opaque multi-layered black cloth. The table top is matte, so the fibers are concentrated in only a small area. He glanced at the dark silhouettes of the people around him, and just as others looked at him, he sat on the empty chair that had come in as soon as the door entered.

This is his place, just as there is a small doorway behind every chair, and they come here from different places to discuss something important.

"Everyone is here?", everyone's eyes were focused on the first seat of the round table.

In fact, it is difficult to find which position of the round table is the first seat, but the position facing north is the first seat.

The voice did not look old, but had a deep sense of youth, and in the dim light, he crossed his legs, dressed in a gray suit, one hand pressed against his knee, and his fingers kept flicking a gold ring on his index finger.

After waiting for a moment for no one to speak, the owner of the voice continued: "Very good, everyone is punctual, so let's get started......"

On the morning of the day after Memnon issued an announcement that he had escaped the Bloody Dawn, his assistant took the receiver and the phone in disbelief, and revealed to Memnon in a silent voice part of the phone - the telephone number of the imperial capital.

This sentence lifted the spirits of Memnon, who was still apprehensive in his heart, and he immediately sat upright on the hospital bed, and even showed a rare trace of piety on his face.

You must know that since the Move Forward Party was presented to the world, it has now had a very solid foundation in the west, won the mayors of several cities, and even has a great possibility of competing for the position of governor of the next term. Even if he had done so, no one from the core of the empire had ever called him, and it was as if he was standing outside the room called "Power", and it was snowing heavily, and he stood naked in the snow shivering, looking through the glass window longingly at a group of gentlemen and ladies in the warm room enjoying the feast.

He wanted to participate, but no one opened the door for him, which made him feel aggrieved, angry, unwilling, and helpless.

But now, these emotions are gone, and only the agitated and fierce things in his heart are slamming left and right, making his hands tremble slightly.

He put the telephone base on his lap, then took it in both hands in a very humble way, and whispered, "Hello, I am Memnon. ”

"Hello, Mr. Memnon, I'm Powell, if you know me, you should know who I am!", the voice on the phone was not at all as old as Memnon imagined, but full of confidence.

He nodded his head again and again, as if Powell was right in front of him and could see it with his own eyes, "Yes, Your Excellency, I know you. ”

"Yes, I'm very honored that it saves us the trouble of introducing ourselves. ”

"We are well aware of the assassinations and other despicable acts you have suffered in the west, and we have held an impromptu meeting for this purpose in the morning. For the attack that happened to you, a provocation to the Empire, a provocation to all justice, I only express my indignation on behalf of myself......"

Memnon suddenly had an ecstatic expression on his face, and he knew that he had made the right bet.

Powell is the whip of the New Party, the third number one in the ruling party, second only to Maggs and the chairman of the committee, and can be said to be a very authoritative figure within the New Party. Although he does not have an overt official position, such as a minister or a supreme governor, no one dares to underestimate his influence. He was able to call, not on his own behalf, as he said, and it must have been at the behest of Maggs and the Cabinet that he made the call.

I didn't fight before, but now I do, why?

In fact, Memnon also knew very well in his heart that these people saw the benefits and saw the benefits, so they called. They hope that he will be like a mad dog to become the vanguard of the fight against Scarlet Dawn after breaking with Scarlet Dawn.

Although more than twenty years have passed since the pre-dawn darkness, there are some things that cannot be easily erased by time. So many great nobles died at the hands of Scarlet Dawn, and the mysterious leader who has never been caught, involving antiques and treasures worth tens of millions or more...... These are the meanings behind the call.

He is ready to be a dog, of course he is a smart, ambitious and planned dog, he will not bite everyone out in one breath according to these people's ideas, he wants to serve the empire little by little, at least after he really has mastered a certain initiative!

The phone call lasted more than ten minutes, and by the time Memnon finished the last word and hung up the phone, he was already sweating before he knew it. With a wry smile, he took a towel and tidied up his appearance, then picked up the bell on the bedside table and shook it, and the assistant outside the door pushed the door in.

"Take the phone away and tell the doctor that I want to be discharged as soon as possible. He told his assistant to leave, and just as the assistant was about to go out, he said, "By the way, get me something to eat, and get me a bouquet of flowers, and I'm going to see that bastard from Durin." ”

After Memnon was "accepted" by the upper echelons of the Empire, his mentality changed dramatically, and of course his fear of Mr. Kersma still existed, not only did not weaken but deepened a lot.

He's betrayed Dawn of Blood, and maybe Mr. Kersma will want to kill him himself!

Stabilizing Durin is equivalent to stabilizing Mr. Kersma, which Memnon is very sure of. During the years he had spent with Mr. Kerma, he had come to know him very well, and if Durin wasn't here, he might have come himself. But here Durin is, Mr. Kersma will entrust this to Durin and let him make the choice, that old bastard has always been such a fucked person.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the Turnaire Regional Police Station, Mason received a report from his men that someone was going to see him, and he hurried down and glared at him.

"You...... What happened?"