"Bang-bang-bang-"

At the center of all the sights, Dilard Warren, the consul of Elena's office in Roseville, applauded in shock. After three rings, he put down his glass and walked up to the front desk alone, standing beside Paul Gibson.

"What, is there anything Consul Dillard has anything to say?" Paul Gibson turned his head sideways and looked at Dillard Warren with undisguised sarcasm in his tone. More than one of the people present heard the mockery, and they exchanged glances with surprise in their eyes. What is the reason why Paul Gibson, who has been respectful to Elena for two years, tore off his veil.

"The question Your Majesty just raised, we actually thought about it a long time ago, not long after Chairman Garstens unleashed that magic", Dillard Warren seemed to be completely unaware of Paul Gibson's hostility, "It's a scary question to think about, isn't the person we have been following the real person?" If this happens, what should we do? ”

Dillard's words captured the attention of everyone present. For Gastens, any topic involving him always attracts everyone's attention, not to mention, this time it was Dilar Warren, the official representative of Elena, who brought up this topic.

"I'm curious, what are you going to do?" , Paul Gibson smiled, waiting for an answer.

"It's actually quite simple," Dilar Warren responded to Paul Gibson with a faint smile, "We people are actually following Communism, not Gastens." If Gastens can lead us to communism, we will follow him. If he betrays the revolution, we will also elect a new chairman to continue the revolution. So, at worst, if there really is a Grand Magister who replaces our Chairman Gastens at some time in between, as long as he inherits Chairman Gastens's pursuits and ideals and continues to lead us to communism, what's the difference? ”

"But...... That's not Gastens anymore, don't you mind? ”

Surprisingly, it was Gary Gibson who was questioned, perhaps a young connection, who dared to chime in at such a time and ask his own questions.

"Your Royal Highness, your question is very good, do we really not mind?"

Dillard spoke slowly, but Garrell Owen in the audience always couldn't control himself to look at the wall clock, and it was getting closer and closer to the appointed time, how was their Thermidor plan?

"Of course we do, and, very much!" Dillard's words changed and grabbed the attention of everyone present even more, he was like a magician who was proficient in this way, controlling the eyes of everyone present, "But, as His Majesty Paul just said, can a serf, an uneducated serf, really fix that steam engine?" Many of you must have heard the story that our Chairman Gastens demonstrated his abilities in an old mill on the banks of the Willow Shade River, and was favored by the people of The Urging Power Company and embarked on the road of revolution. According to His Majesty Paul's thinking, the serf standing in the steam mill should not have the knowledge to repair the steam engine, but he did. It was because he did it that Elena began her own story. If, if the chairman is really replaced by the Grand Magus, then the Grand Magus must have led us to the revolution from the beginning, and if so, we have followed the Great Magus from the beginning. As for the replaced Gastens, he just left a name, so why should we mind? ”

"But when did he change his identity in the middle?" Gary Prince's voice was innocent, and he seemed to ask the question out of pure curiosity.

"Your Highness, according to Your Majesty's theory, every step from that steam mill is not something that a serf can do. If there really was such an archmage who succeeded the real Gastens, it must have been before the revolution began, so, like I said, we are following an archmage from the beginning, and naturally we don't need to mind the name of Gastens, right? ”

Gary was silent, he knew that what Dillard said made sense, if Gastens couldn't have done what he had done now, then he couldn't fix the steam engine. If that steam engine was repaired by the Archmagus, then the revolution was led by the Archmagus from the beginning, and what does it matter to Elena's people?

And if we open our eyes and try to believe in miracles, we will find that there are geniuses and better people in this world. Why can't our Chairman Gastens learn about the steam engine without a teacher, become an expert in the steam engine, and join the revolution? You know, wasn't the legendary Grand Magister Ludacris also self-taught about magic? ”

Dillard's tone was still calm, but the content of what he said was not lighthearted, Paul Gibson's face was not good-looking, and Gary's expression was puzzled. As for the rest of the guests, they were thinking about it, and few realized that the clock had just reached four o'clock.

"Bell—"

The first bell rang, and Dillard glanced sideways, as if interrupted by the bell. Garrell Owen shook his body and subconsciously looked at Emile Owen at the front desk. The Imperial Prime Minister nodded at him, motioning for him to be uneasy. Garrell read his brother's mouth and calmed down a little.

"Bell—"

The second bell rang, and many people began to look at the wall clock on the wall, as if to see the time. Paul Gibson's gaze swept across the venue, and his emotions were indescribable. He raised his glass and congratulated silently, so the guests present raised their glasses one after another and clinked glasses with His Majesty the Emperor.

"Bell—"

The third bell rang, and the room regained some life. Paul Gibson didn't seem to want to dwell on Dillard's question about the Magister, and Dillard had long since stepped down from the forefront. The band behind the front desk has already begun to rummage through the sheet music and plan the next tune. Someone pushed open the door of the venue, and Garrell looked over, and found that those people were wearing familiar military uniforms, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

At this point, it should be no problem, right?

"Bell—"

The fourth bell rang and someone had already noticed the soldiers pushing through the door, carrying steam packs, the pressure relief valves of which hissed softly, as if to tell everyone that their weapons were ready. Some of the female guests near the edge let out a suppressed exclamation, while the guests further inside turned their eyes to Paul Gibson, who was still smiling at the front desk.

Your Majesty, what's going on?

"Bell—"

The fifth bell rang, the soldiers who had entered the field had already taken control of the situation, and the enemy, who looked like an officer, rushed to the stage, and His Majesty the Emperor looked at them with some surprise, as if he did not understand what was happening. Seeing the expression of His Majesty the Emperor, people suddenly realized something.

It seems that these soldiers were not arranged by His Majesty the Emperor?

The bell stopped, and from outside the open door came the sparse sound of gunfire, and upon hearing these gunshots, people immediately realized that something really big had happened. In the two years since the signing of the Treaty of Moon with Elena, the state of Anken Rein has not been particularly good, the contradictions between various classes have become increasingly prominent, and the pressure of fugitive slaves, workers, and military competition has caused the country to underflow. The people present are either in high positions or have a huge net worth and are themselves well-informed in terms of information. Combined with the gossip they had heard before and the current scene, it was not difficult to imagine that there must be some force that was dissatisfied with His Majesty's behavior and decision-making and decided to force the palace by force.

At this time, everyone is quiet, and everyone is waiting for the mastermind behind the scenes. After all, the army is in control, the king doesn't seem to have much to fight back, and the man who is hiding behind the scenes and controls everything can already stand up and enjoy the delicious fruits of victory.

However, to the disappointment of the guests, in the silence that lasted for more than seven minutes, no one came forward, no one took responsibility for the operation, and everyone was silent.

No, something happened.

Garrel, who was still relaxed just now, saw the problem on his brother's face, according to the plan, after these soldiers rushed in, as long as the situation was under control, his brother would make an official statement, forcing His Majesty the Emperor to abdicate and support Prince Wenfeng to ascend the throne. However, judging from the current situation, it seems that these people are not under the control of my brother?

Could it be that there is any third party who has taken this opportunity to play tricks on all of them?

"Really...... Let me down. ”

Just as Garrell was puzzled, Paul Gibson stepped forward and re-established himself in front of the megaphone.

"I thought that you people would stand up because you were overjoyed, and according to your original plan, let me see your faces. Unfortunately, you're smarter than I expected. ”

Hearing His Majesty's words, Garrel's face immediately changed, and the other guests seemed to understand something. They seem to have been caught up in a game within a game, a game within a set, and His Majesty the Emperor, who was designed by others, seems to have designed someone else.

"Okay, I know, if you don't let me point it out, you won't come out yourself, will you, my Emile Owen Aiqing?"

The moment the name came out, there was a burst of exclamations in the venue. It turned out to be him? Emile Owen? His Majesty's minister of the humerus, the most trusted person of His Majesty the Emperor?

Garrell felt his heart skip a few beats, they were finished, His Majesty saw everything, the plan failed, they, lost.

Perhaps thinking of the same thing as Garrel, Emile Owen stepped forward, looked at Paul Gibson, and spoke his mind.

"There's no future in going against Elena."

"That's why you rebelled?" Paul Gibson's voice was cold, "Elena is Elena, Anken Rein is Anken Rein, it is not our friend, it can only be our enemy." If you look at how fast they've grown in the last two years, people who have been to Enspan tell me that Enspan is no longer what they remember. Everywhere there are factories, workers and new farmers, and that place is growing on us at a very terrible rate! If, if he did what you said, Ancon Rein might be able to survive for a while, but he would never live long! Those who support communism will surely destroy us completely, occupy our land, and wipe out our class! Can't you, such a smart man, understand? ”

"Of course I can see that", Emile Owen glanced at Dillard Warren, who was in the audience, and knew that since His Majesty could let him hear these words, the consul of Elena probably would not live, so he no longer hid his thoughts.

"That's why we have to reform, the serf monarchy is impossible to fight against Elena, we have to be like the Negru Republic, like the Fern Third Republic, to reform, to promote the bourgeoisie to power, to emancipate the serfs, to develop the economy, in order to fight against Elena. If it continues, if it goes on like this, like you said, we're going to lose! ”

"You can see it clearly, do the factories and agents behind you also see it as well as you?"

Paul snorted disdainfully and ordered the soldiers next to him, "Arrest all these people, lock up the others, and forbid them to leave for a short time!" ”

After saying this, he calmed everyone's emotions again, "Everyone, we only arrest those involved in the case, others don't have to worry, as long as the situation is stabilized in the past few days, I will let everyone out." ”

The guests didn't have too obvious opinions, and they knew that there was no room for rebellion now, so naturally they wouldn't talk too much nonsense. The surrounding soldiers began to rush into the crowd and take the suspects away one by one. Garrel, who was relatively knowledgeable, saw a few familiar faces, so he knew that His Majesty the Emperor really had their information.

"In the end...... Why? ”

Emil Owen was already handcuffed, he raised his head and looked at the emperor, "Your Majesty, why?" ”

"There are no impermeable walls in this world, you just don't notice it."

Paul Gibson dropped the sentence and restrained the last smirk on his face.

"Pull it out, cut it down, and seal up the Owen family."

"Your Majesty......"

A man in a military uniform stepped forward, and many people recognized it as the recently disappeared Royal Police Sergeant Filas Navre. He pointed to Elena's consul, Dilard Warren.

"What about this one?"

"What do you say, he's heard too much, and it's going to be hard to live."

When Dillard heard this, he smiled, maintaining his most basic demeanor, "Your Majesty, you have made a wrong decision. ”

"If, I say, I know Gastens is not the Archmage, do you still think it's a bad decision?"

Paul Gibson responded with a voice that everyone could hear, and then turned and walked away, leaving behind a mess of the venue and Dillard's doubts.

How did Elena know something he didn't know?