"Hmm." Bill didn't argue about this unintentional topic, he nodded, and then continued the topic just now: "Lovoli of the Self-Righteous Party. Skaya promised exclusive benefits for the votes of the Kezmians, Sophia of the Human Party. Heinrich slaughtered their blood relatives in Ahura to save the hostages, and now, as the ruling party, you have not been able to run for a strong candidate, and in response to the crisis of the Kezmian rebellion, what does he plan to do for the votes of his successor in the party? ”

"You speak like a third-rate journalist...... "Michael sat on the edge of the bed and wore a holographic watch on his arm. Campbell grinned and handed the cigarette in his hand to his lips like a microphone.

"My office is working on a first draft of negotiations that will conditionally allow the independence of the Zoroastrian system, and that's all I can say." He took a puff of cigarette from his hand and spewed it out with a bitter face.

"Forbidden Brown-skinned Religion ......" After a pause, Bill suddenly said, which made Michael, who was looking up private messages on his watch. Haydn was startled.

"What? I don't understand at all. He turned off the holographic panel and looked at the middle-aged man who was still leaning on the head of the bed with a heroic face.

"Condition." Bill sat up. "The proviso of independence that can be negotiated with the Fakhles, the ban on the temples, the closure of religious periodicals, the sealing of holy relics, the complete ban on the spread of the 'Cult of the Lord God' in Zoroaster, and the establishment of churches and shrines in the underground cities of Ahura, so that after a generation or two, the doctrine of coexistence with the Kezmians will be diluted, and the brown-skinned people will be no different from the yellow-skinned, white-skinned, and dark-skinned people."

"Have you always thought that this ideological shift was related to religion?" Michael looked at Bill in amazement, the two had known each other for seven years and had been partners for five years. Campbell was the most devout Cultist of the Lord God he knew.

"There is nothing absolutely wrong with the doctrine of religion itself, but what is wrong is the position of the correctors and the infidels, and I think such an explanation should not be foreign to you, but you are just strange that it will come out of my mouth." Bill spread his hands and made a helpless gesture before continuing: "Believe it or not, the Kezmians have fallen to the point where they are now, and many of them understand that it is the misinterpretation of the doctrines in the Koran books and the fault of a few conspirators, but just like the 50,000 civilians slaughtered during the Valkyria colonial rebellion, the Brown-skinned people were forcibly tied to the chariot of fire by hatred and lazy public opinion, such as Fakhl and his predecessors. ”

"How do you ......" Michael originally wanted to ask Bill. How Campbell knew about the Valkyria incident was also a highly confidential matter within the Banca government, but he didn't ask when he thought of his vast powers.

"So the only way to change the fate of the entire Kezmian people is to change their religion or abandon their faith altogether. If you lose the support of those who want to tie your people to their ambitions, they will have to act on their own behalf and not for the nation as a whole. Bill muttered.

"Fakhl would never agree to such a negotiation proposal that would undermine his status and dominance as a saint." Michael agrees with his partner's thoughts from the bottom of his heart, and he has begun to think seriously about the possibilities, but in the end he has come to such a conclusion.

"I know." Bill agreed. "How can a careerist easily abandon the talisman on which he depends to save his life?"

"But I urge you to do as I say, Michael." He insisted: "Because I am afraid that only in this way will Wen Zhong give this peace clause, which is absolutely impossible to succeed, a chance, and then it will be up to Allah to protect and what concessions Fakhl can really make for the welfare of the Kezmians." ”

"I don't understand...... "Michael asked in confusion, but Bill. Campbell got up and dressed after imprinting a kiss on his lips.

"Don't be stupid, my lord, the old man must be planning to use force to break up Zoroaster's attempt at independence, as for the Bald system, the secret dispatch of the Third and Sixth Fleets has made it all clear, look at who their commanders are, Michael, go back to your palace and do some of the damn chief of staff."

"But I still don't understand, how do you know...... "Bill. Campbell threw several bombshells that sent Haydn completely panicked.

"Fish have a way to fish, and shrimp have a way to shrimp." The wheat-skinned mixed-race man blinked his eyes under thick eyebrows.

"I've always envied you for having a job that is important in the whole universe, and if you change anyone, it is enough to have the energy to change the whole world, and you are happily acting as an office secretary, which makes me angry." He stared at Michael, who was speechless.

"I must go, Michael, you see, unlike your department, where everything has an excuse, we are so weak that we have to go and continue to clean up this mess that has been a bastard cyberman for the long time." With his collar straightened and dressed, Bill picked up the propyl alcohol cigarette on the bed and stuffed it into Michael's shirt pocket.

"Trust me, you need it." He opened the door, looked out, and then disappeared outside the door.

The room was empty and left Michael. Haydn was alone in a daze, and after a moment he took out his e-cigarette, took a sharp puff, threw it into the inner pocket of the officer's uniform, he sighed, opened the curtain to check the bed, and then left the door as well.