The two turned their heads to look in the direction of the person who was speaking, and saw that it was Carl.

"Oh? Karl, are you going to let your fleet get involved? Mr. Wan asked.

Hong Wu's eyes lit up when she heard this, but she knew that Carl had a space fleet under him. If this space fleet can help them join the battle against the deep, it will only be a matter of time before the deep sea and those who betray it are pacified.

But Carl shook his head.

Although Mr. Wan and Hongwu were disappointed that Carl did not plan to invest in their own fleet, they still asked very understandingly: "Carl, then what can you do?" Tell me about it? ”

Karl smiled at the two of them, and then said, "Hey, hey, the time hasn't come yet. However, I can send a bunch of ships to help you quickly transfer civilians. ”

"That's really great! Karl, you can get your fleet moving now! I will immediately notify you from the channel of the Jinyi Guard, and let the various town guards on the front line cooperate with your actions! Hong Wu immediately said happily.

"Wait, Your Majesty Hongwu." Mr. Wan raised his hand to stop Hong Wu, he looked at Carl and asked cautiously, "Carl, on behalf of the Asian Theater, I thank you very much for your help. But at what cost do you help us? You know, there is no reason to enjoy food for free without paying any price! ”

He secretly reminded Hongwu.

"Mr. Wan is really a smart person, much better than a guy who can only rely on his own force and don't use his brain!" Karl ignored Hong Wu, who was swaggering at himself, and praised Mr. Wan.

"Hehe, it's just that you've lived longer, so you should be cautious... Carl, the relationship between you and me is not an outsider, let's get straight to the point! Mr. Wan said to Carl.

"Yes." Karl nodded.

"But Mr. Wan, are you now talking to me in your capacity as the Governor of the Asian Theater of Operations? Or do you want to talk to me as a personal friend? He then added.

Mr. Wan thought for a moment, and then asked, "Karl, what if I talk to you in my capacity as the governor of the Asian theater?" What if I'm talking to you again as a personal friend? ”

"Mr. Wan, if you talk to me as the governor of the Asian theater of operations, then my equivalent to you is the Elector of the Emma Empire and the head of the Tashmengon family. What we're talking about between the two of us, it's certainly not going to be what you'd expect. Carl said to Mr. Wan.

"Oh? So Carl, you tell me about your conditions? Mr. Wan asked with interest.

Elody was stunned for a moment.

"Are you warning me, Moen?"

"Hehe, maybe...... Not count. "Moen. Lady smiled dryly, but there was not a hint of a smile in his voice.

Eluodi. Su looked at him in silence for a while, as if she wanted something from his expression, but the old admiral was unusually calm, as it had been back then. A flood of memories suddenly rose from the embers of that soul, engulfing her with the rumbling of time.

That year, the authority of the Gayrant Federation seemed unshakable, and the surge of Gadarian nationalism became an icy undercurrent. Seventeen-year-old Melinta. Sue stood in the morning mist of the northern hemisphere of Gadari's first star, between these two things that she might not have been able to comprehend at the time. Several Sidon Industrial guards surrounded her like a pack of wild beasts waiting for their helpless prey.

They were soldiers on night duty, having just come out of duty to get themselves drunk with bad liquor in a tavern and have fun. And she was just a girl who got up a little too early, and didn't want to get into trouble, but because she had forgotten the reason, she walked in such a thick fog that morning......

"I'm sorry, miss." A big guard grabbed her and laughed insolently. His mouth was full of wine, which made her feel sick. "Where is this?"

"Alsatian ......" Melinta said the name clearly, in the Gayrentan language. There were very few pedestrians on the street at that time, and she was just a helpless girl.

"Oh, Arthas...... Uh, what a catchy name. But why does your town have a Gahrentan name? Is my ear broken? What should this city be called? The guards exchanged mocking glances and laughed. They were well aware that the city used to be called Gadarian, which meant to be the Gadarians. The name represents their land, their pride, and the glory they have passed down from generation to generation. However, the Gayrants arrived, and they bloodlessly brought the Gadari empire to its knees, and a warrant from a caustic governor erased the city's original name.

The girl felt humiliated and angry, but she still held back her anger, it was just a game of drunken perverts, who used it to prove that their authority on the first star of Gadari might still be powerless.

"Alsace." She repeated faintly, but her whole body trembled.

Her anger was easily seen by the guards, who laughed wildly, sickly, and deformously, and demanded that she repeat the name again. They say that her country, her people, like her little chick, has nothing but anger and the right to endure in front of these Gayrant men.

"Gadarian ......" She suddenly looked up and looked indifferently at the men with guns. Out of nowhere, she heard herself whispering. The name was booming in her head, and she couldn't resist saying it. "Gardarian ......," she repeated, a little louder.

"Sorry...... I didn't hear clearly. The men stopped laughing, their faces became gloomy, and some had even unfastened their rifles. There was already a bustling figure in the fog, and they came out of the thick fog, vague and seemingly endless. The big soldier in the lead pointed a gun at her, and his voice had become hideous, and they had been provoked by this girl's ** naked on the first star of Gadari, and now they wanted to maintain the authority of the Federation: "That name says! ”

Merinta didn't hesitate any longer, she had heard the roars of thousands of ancestors in the depths of her soul who made her stand proudly on the land of the Gullata Empire, letting the name flood from her memory.

"Gadari." She shouted abruptly, shouting and repeating the name almost with all her strength.

That name, Gadari.

At that moment, the sleeping town seemed to be awakened, along with the national pride buried deep in the soul of every Gadari person. The sound echoed in the silent mist, like a pebble thrown into a pond, spreading out endless ripples. The figures on the street and the compatriots behind the windows seemed to be petrified at that moment. That name awakened the deepest pain in their hearts

Gaddari ...... The old country under the iron-fisted rule of the Gayrant Federation, their heartache.