May 867, Roseville.

Brooklyn Arquette, the director of the Mage Tower Research Institute, pushed open the door and saw the lush autumn locusts on both sides of the guidance path. It was decided by the Mage Tower Museum five years ago to use seedlings from the Neglo Republic, which grew quickly and grew well. Although it has only been five years, they have been able to shade most of the road surface, making it less hot and more cool for tourists walking on the road.

"Dean."

"Dean."

Several young men walked past Brooklyn and greeted her respectfully. Brooklyn nodded, silent. Many of these children were the heirs of former aristocratic families, and they couldn't endure hardship, and they didn't want to be businessmen and beg for people everywhere, so they found connections and trusted their way into the research institute. The Mage Tower Research Institute studies a bygone era, an era that has lasted for thousands of years and established humanity's dominance in the world. Conducting such research, there is neither time nor performance pressure, and you can also get in touch with a lot of cherished objects and learn about the secrets of history, and at the same time, the treatment is quite good, which is very sought-after. As for the contempt of the proletariat for them as office parasites, the majority of the Institute has already laughed it off.

It's been ten years since the Glacial Pact was signed, and in the intervening ten years, the situation in the world has been almost the same as Gastens predicted. There are very few conflicts between the three capitalist powers, because of the common enemy of Ankenrein. And the relationship between Ankenrein and the three major capitalist countries is not too dangerous. Chairman Gastens took this very seriously, and he was always careful to maintain Ankenrein's generational advantage in steam technology, controlling the size and expenditure of the army, and maintaining a high-quality, appropriately sized army. The three capitalist countries, unable to build weapons and equipment with the same power, can only win by quantity, and military spending and military personnel continue to grow at a high rate to maintain the military balance with Anken Reyne. Sustained and massive military spending has slowed down the economic development of the three major countries, and from about three years ago, Anken Rein has completely surpassed the three major capitalist countries in major economic indicators, becoming the richest and most powerful country in the world.

Brooklyn Arquette stood at the door of Donn's Arthur Building for a while, and her Chang'an steam locomotive had stopped in front of her. This kind of steam locomotive is a civilian steam locomotive made by The Surging Power Co., Ltd., with limited power and configuration, but it is cheaper and many people can afford it. Although Brooklyn experienced ups and downs, she also had a lot of savings, and after judging that her job was stable, she bought herself a car and hired a driver.

"Dean, where are you going?"

The driver in the gown was named Van Warren and was once a servant of a certain marquis. After the liberation, the marquis was depressed and depressed because he could not adapt to the new era, and his family could not afford to support so many domestic servants, so he discussed transferring one to Brooklyn. Brooklyn just needed a helper, and she didn't refuse.

"Go to Elena."

Brooklyn had something to go to Gastens today, and the Elena she was talking about was not the place of rise in the province of Enspen, but the newly built office of the Central Committee of the Communist Party in the East district of Roseville, called the Goddess Monastery, and was ridden by many people. Next to the Goddess Courtyard is the State Courtyard, which uses the original tritheistic church. Now, these two places have become the center of Ankin Rein, and even the center of this world.

Van Warren was already familiar with Brooklyn's reporting to Elena at regular intervals. He didn't say much, drove quietly through the somewhat crowded streets, and finally got out of the hustle and bustle of the city and entered the huge quiet courtyard with a pass in front of the car window. Brooklyn's Changan steam locomotive drove through the shaded road and eventually came to a halt next to a small two-story building. This is the reception of the Central Committee of the Communist Movement.

"Dean Brooklyn, are you here?"

Brooklyn was greeted by a young man she already knew a little well, named Muen Turst, one of the six liaison officers of Gastens. Brooklyn nodded at him and handed over the paperwork that had already been prepared.

"This is the document that the chairman wants."

"Okay, thank you, please wait a moment."

Muen Turst opened the file bag in front of Brooklyn and looked through the materials. That's Brooklyn's recent observation of pyroxene's stability. For some reason, Gastens took this data very seriously, and soon after recovering Ankenrein, he began to arrange for the Mage Tower Research Institute to conduct continuous observations. Objectively speaking, if it weren't for Gastens' concern for these data, the life of the Mage Tower Research Institute would not be so comfortable.

"Okay, it should be fine, thank you."

Although Muen Turst has his own surname, and his family is not bad. But he witnessed first-hand how communism Ankenrein defeated the capitalist countries step by step and eventually became a world power. Therefore, he has a strong sense of identity with his country, and naturally there is some faint resistance to the remnants of old forces like Brooklyn. The words were polite, but Brooklyn could feel the resistance. She smiled and said goodbye, leaving the center of power in the country.

After going through too many ups and downs, Brooklyn, who is over fifty years old, is no longer the same as she was when she was young, and these little offenses, other people's thoughts, are no longer so important to her. What she cares about now is the opera she wants to see at night. This opera, called "Knight Intersriel", is a famous repertoire of the National Theater of the Republic of Negro, and this time I came to Roswell to tour, which was extremely popular, and Brooklyn took a lot of trouble to find tickets, so naturally I didn't want to miss it.

Compared to the Third Republic of Fern and the Alonte Empire, the Republic of Negro is the closest to Ankenrein. This may be due to the fact that the Workers' Party has become the number one party in their parliament. It is said that the Workers' Party had communicated with Elena several times about the reform of communism, but was prevented by Gastens. At one point, the Workers' Party did not understand what Gastens meant, after all, as the only communist power in the world, Anken Ruin should not theoretically refuse another power to join the communist camp. However, the gossip from different sources all points to a somewhat puzzling truth.

"It's not time yet, wait."

It is said that these are the exact words of Gastens. Although it is not known whether it is true or not, the small grievances of the Negru Republic are quickly appeased by a series of international cooperation and support from Ankenre. The two countries have increased their trade, eased restrictions on the movement of people, and even promoted several joint research and development projects in steam technology. Relying on this, the ruling position of the Workers' Party has gradually stabilized. With the improvement of the country's economy and the consolidation of political power, the Workers' Party began to gradually reduce military spending and reduce its hostility with Anken Reyne. This has further increased their economic strength and gained higher approval ratings. Although the capitalist economy is growing along with the development of the economy of the Negro Republic, there is not much opinion about the Workers' Party's rule.

"Intersriel" is not short, a full three hours, but it does not feel boring. When she left the theater, Brooklyn felt satisfied. She walked through the side door and walked to the car waiting next to her, and was about to get into the car when she was suddenly stopped.

"Dean Brooklyn?"

Brooklyn turned her head to see someone who surprised her, it was Muen Turst, Gastens' liaison officer.

"The chairman wants to see you."

Hearing this request from the other party, and looking at Turst again, Brooklyn suddenly realized that the liaison officer had been waiting outside the door for a while. Barely on her mind, she gave the answer.

"Okay, how do we get there?"

"I have a car here, and I'll send you back when it's over."

For some reason, Brooklyn suddenly remembered that the third great demon tide had come that year, and she had gone to see Emperor Paul Gibson for the first time. She was in a trance for a few seconds, laughed self-deprecatingly, said a few words to Van Warren, and got on the black red flag.

Along the way, Turst didn't say much, and Brooklyn didn't ask much. No matter what Gastens told her to do, she had no room to resist. It's just that, through the light reflected off the glass, Brooklyn knew that the young, miraculous chairman would never call himself the same purpose as Paul Gibson back then.

The black red flag walked slowly through the brightly lit streets. It's rush hour, and the streets of Roseville are a bit congested. The rapid popularity of steam locomotives has overwhelmed the streets originally designed for horse-drawn carriages, and the city of Roseville has been widening the roads and promoting neighborhood regeneration. These efforts have been effective, but they have not been able to keep up with the pace of economic growth, so traffic jams have become the norm in the city.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Brooklyn got out of the car next to a building that sat on the edge of a lake in the depths of Elena Yard. Standing next to the building, the guards with their steam backpacks on their backs and ready to attack gave her a hint of danger. Could it be that the Alonte Republic or the Fern Third Republic went to war against Ankenrein?

But what does it have to do with them when they fight?

Confused, Brooklyn was ushered into a conference room, and Turst closed the door behind her, completely cutting her off from the outside world.

"Welcome, Dean Brooklyn."

Standing up was none other than Gastens Warren, the president of this country, the great man who changed the world order. Scattered around the conference table were the members of the Communist Party's council. Brooklyn knew some of them, but not all of them. She shook Gastens' hand and asked.

"Your Excellency, what is the matter with calling me over?"

As soon as she spoke, Brooklyn realized how hoarse her voice was. She closed her mouth and swallowed the saliva, trying to moisten her throat. Gastens smiled and led her to sit down before showing a chart on the pyroxene projector.

It was a chart made by Brooklyn about the recent activity of pyroxene.

"Boss, what is the stability factor of this mana? Some kind of historical debris of the Mage's Tower? ”

Ivan Warren, who was already the Marshal of the Republic of Ankenrein, the Chief of the General Staff of the Army, spoke with a big grin. He glanced at Brooklyn and then at Gastens.

"Boss, this picture was made by Brooklyn, what do you mean?"

Brooklyn looked at Gastens, who could come up and explain if necessary. It's just that she doesn't know what can be explained in this bland picture.

"This is the recent monitoring data of the Mage Tower Research Institute's energy stability of pyroxene, before, they preferred to use the word magic stability coefficient, now, they use the pyroxene energy stability coefficient, the name is different, but the meaning is the same."

Gastens, who was standing in front of the stage, did not ask Brooklyn for help, his explanation was smooth and natural, as if the data and icons were from his own production. Brooklyn suddenly remembered that until now, there was no conclusion on whether the chairman in front of her was the Grand Magister or not.

"In short, this value reflects the degree of stability of the energy inside the pyroxene, and the higher the energy stability, the more difficult it is for us to use the energy of the pyroxene. If this value exceeds 95, we will basically not be able to use most of the pyroxene in this world. What kind of scene would it be, can you imagine? ”

"That's—"

Ivan said a word and stopped. He was frightened by his own imagination. The inability to use pyroxene means that all of their weapons and equipment that rely on pyroxene energy cannot be used, and Anken Ruin's military superiority will be greatly hit. And the more serious consequences of pyroxene's loss of energy, he was also faintly aware.

Brooklyn was also shocked, once upon a time, before the arrival of the Third Great Demon Tide, the Six Great Mage Towers were very concerned about the changes in the stability of pyroxene energy, and regarded it as a harbinger of the arrival of the Third Great Demon Tide. However, in the end, the Third Great Tide destroyed the magic, but not the pyroxene. Now that Gastens suddenly brought it up, did he ......

"The current human civilization is actually based on pyroxene energy", Gastens did not leave much room for everyone's imagination, "If the energy of pyroxene cannot be mobilized, it means the collapse of our entire civilization system." ”

Gastens' speech was brief, but there was something terrible about it. The entire conference room fell silent, everyone shocked by the fact and trying to digest the terrible meaning behind the news.

"But, Chairman......"

At a time when everyone was amazed at that terrifying future, Brooklyn raised her hand, "Comrade Chairman, according to my personal speculation, it will take at least two hundred to three hundred years for the energy stability coefficient of pyroxene to reach the dangerous value. Even if this rate of increase has increased recently, it is far from imminent, so what are you trying to illustrate by asking this question? ”