Ruth Fernand, the head of the Lord's Tower of the Stone Castle of Loren Robles, climbed the last stone staircase breathlessly, stopped outside the heavy stone door of the clinomorph hall, gasped for a moment, reached out to dust the dust that had climbed up his body, and motioned for the servant next to him to push open the stone door. Rollen Robus Stone Fort Mage Tower Grand Magister Ricardo McShane was facing away from him, looking out the window at the sea.

Loren Robus is located on the western side of the continent on the Robus Peninsula, surrounded by the sea on three sides. Viewed from above, the Robus Peninsula resembles a pea hanging on the western side of the central continent, bordering only a small part of the land on the northeastern side of the peninsula with the Neglo Republic and the Third Republic. Since ancient times, this land has been known as the "Land of the Far West", or "Land of the Far West", by the Central Continent. Due to geography, Loren Robles was not very well connected to other continental countries except the Negro Republic and the Vern Third Republic, and it was only during festivals such as the Fire Festival that representatives of Loren Robles would leave the peninsula for business trips to other regions.

Perhaps because of the coastal state, Bribans, the capital of Loren Robles, sits on the seaside on the western side of the peninsula and has two excellent deep-water ports. The Stone Castle Mage Tower is located directly north of Bribans, facing Bribans. Unlike other mage towers in the central continent, the Stone Fort Mage Tower is a relatively low cake-shaped building, large in size, but only seven stories high, and made of Lauren Robles' specialty rock, the purple veined rigid rock, which glows with a charming purple halo in the sun.

"You're coming".

Archmage Ricardo McShane's voice was tired, and he turned around, and Ruth Fernand saw exhaustion on the face of his omnipotent master for the first time.

"Well, the magic arrays in the tower have failed, the elevator has killed several people, and the magic circle for ventilation and water supply has also failed, which is a bit chaotic." Ruth Fernand summed up the situation in Tari as simply as he could, he stepped forward and looked at McShane, "My lord, we have to find a way, there will be problems if we continue like this." ”

"I know," McShane said, sitting on his favorite couch filled with Lent velvet, reaching out to his forehead, "We've been preparing for the third big wave, but no one expected it to be today." Today happens to be Luke's Fire Festival, judging from the situation of the long-distance ** magic circle, he has finally released the Sky Fire Meteor, which is already rare good news, the matter in the tower, the news of the blockade, must not be spread outside, we can't let the Congress know that the third great demon tide has come. ”

"Whoa."

Ruth Fernand nodded, and then said, "Next year it will be the turn of the Holy Grace Day of the Dragon Spring Mage Tower in the Pope State, if it is really the third great demon tide, and the Pope will not be able to summon the Divine Grace at that time, this matter will no longer be hidden." ”

"So we only have a year."

Ricardo McShane leaned back on the couch and sighed softly. The feast of the Holy Grace in the Papal States of Embisric, along with the Feast of Fire in the Ankenrein Empire, the Feast of Coldness in the Third Republic of Fern, the Patriotic Day of the Negro Republic, the Sabbath of the Alonte Empire, and the Tide Moon Festival of Loren Robus, are the forbidden festivals held by the six empires in rotation every year. On such festivals, the host country invites the archmage of the corresponding mage tower to cast a forbidden spell in front of guests from various countries to prove its strength and maintain the balance of magic. This custom has never been interrupted since the establishment of the magic equilibrium, and there has never been a problem. Luke Brewster's Festival of Fire is on the edge of the Third Great Tide, but when it is the turn of the Papal States to celebrate the Feast of Grace, the Pope and the Archmage St. Egerd will no longer be able to hide this fact, and everyone will know that there is no magic in this world, and there is no Magus anymore.

"We have to think of a way, those people in the Congress were trying to limit our power some time ago, if the matter of the Third Great Demon Tide is known to them, I don't think we will be able to die with a full corpse. Now you and I are grasshoppers on a rope, Ruth Fernand, and you don't let me down. ”

Archmage Ricardo's voice was low, and Korus Fernand could hear the Archmage's weakness. He thought for a moment and put forward his own thoughts, "My lord, I think the top priority now is to find out if Master Luke has a goof, if he doesn't, we have a year to prepare, and in this year, we must find a way to master the power enough to protect our security, which means that we will have to seize power with Congress, and may even have to dissolve Congress." If Lord Luke is a goof, it will take at least a week to get from Ankenrein to us if the most traditional human teleportation is used now, when all the communication circles are invalid. This week is our final preparation time. ”

"He's an old fox, he shouldn't be a goof," Ricardo was confident in Luke, "I guess in a week, the news we're waiting for should be the violent death of the emperor of the Ankenrein Empire named Paul." That emperor is a capable man, when the magic is there, he is Luke's arm, and when the magic is not there, he is Luke's talisman, Luke knows this very well. ”

"That'...... Do we prepare in a year? Ruth asked uncertainly.

"Let's start preparing now, we will try to take control in three months, and we also need to spy on the information of several other Magus as much as possible, in case this matter is not a great demon tide, but an unknown event that only affects us, then Loren Robus may have to ask for more blessings."

After Ricardo McShane finished speaking, he sighed again. Ruth nodded, turned and left, leaving the entire twill hall to the once invincible being.

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"The communication circles have all failed, and so far we have not received any information or communication requests from other mage towers, and it is almost certain that for some reason, all the magic circles have failed."

Marshall Huff, director of the Third Republic's Scepter Tower, stood in front of Archmage Toby Dougall in a heavy tone.

"It's the third Great Demon Tide." Toby Dugall's voice was hard, "In this case, we will change from the protector of a country to the protected, and if this identity change is not done well, we will all die." Marshall, you have a lot of dealings with the president and the people in Parliament, what do you think? ”

"My lord, the current form of government in our country was chosen by you personally, the power of the president is very small, and the power of the parliament is relatively large, but there is a lot of time for prevarication, and there is no efficiency. It will not be so easy for such organizations and institutions to find a way to deal with us after they know that the Third Great Tide is coming. Coupled with the fact that Lord Luke has successfully spent this Fire Festival, there is still a year left before the next Holy Grace Day of Lord St. Egerd, and in this year, if we do it right, we should be able to achieve a smooth transition of power. ”

"Oh, tell me more about it."

"Okay," Marshall Huff continued, bowing, "to use Master Havari's class analysis, with your two purges, the main constituent of the present parliament is the bourgeoisie, and their internal contradictions will disappear with the appearance of the external factor of your loss of magic. As profit-seekers, they must want to get the most out of this matter, and at the cost of the demise of the Scepter Mage's Tower. But if we can introduce in parliament the class enemies of the bourgeoisie—"

"You mean the working class?"

"That's right! If we can get the working class to form a political party, to enter the parliament, and for the workers to get the right to vote, we will have a different voice in the parliament than the bourgeoisie, and then it will be too late for them to fight themselves, and how can they have time to ponder the matter of the third great wave? ”

"And what about a year from now? When the feast of the Holy Grace arrives and everyone knows that we have lost our magic, what will we do when that time comes? ”

"By that time, the working class we are supporting will already have a certain strength, and the bourgeoisie, seeing that we can no longer be the backers of the working class, will certainly find ways to squeeze the working class out of parliament and deprive them of the right to vote. But who wants to spit out the meat in their mouth? At that time, the working class and the bourgeoisie themselves will be in a mess, and we will be able to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and we will be able to survive in peace by relying on the huge wealth in our hands and the mage tower guards that have been secretly growing during this time. ”

"It's not as simple as you think...... However, it is not an impossible solution......"

Archmage Toby Dougall nodded lightly and chatted with Marshall about the details. In this mage tower that has stood for nearly a thousand years, whether the people in the tower want it or not, changes are happening.

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When Paul Gibson, Emperor of the Ankenrein Empire, saw Brooklyn Arquette, the head of the Sanction Mage Tower, again, she was sitting on a makeshift stool at the door of the Hall of Radiance, her eyes closed. The sound of Paul's group coming up made her eyes open.

"Your Majesty the Emperor."

Brooklyn stood up and bowed, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Madam Director."

For the first time in his life, Paul did not address Brooklyn as "sir." Brooklyn didn't seem to notice this, and she smiled softly and reached out to the only stool outside the Radiant Listening Door.

"Your Majesty, do you want to sit and wait?"

"No, I'll ask you to meet someone."

Paul stepped out of the way, revealing Elsa Brewster, Lord Luke Brewster's second apprentice and now Prince Dawn Gibson's princess, standing behind him.

"Elsa Brewster."

Brooklyn realized what was happening the first time she saw Elsa appear behind Paul, and she stared straight at Elsa with a surprising amount of sympathy and pity in her eyes.

"Lord Brooklyn, please call me Elsa Gibson."

Elsa, a former magic apprentice, looked at the head of the mage tower with a hint of pride. She nodded at Brooklyn and stood beside the Emperor.

"My daughter-in-law, dear Elsa, tell me, what is your judgment."

Paul stood where he was, looking at the intricately carved doors of the Hall of Radiance in front of him.

"Your Majesty", Elsa bent slightly, "along the way, as you can see, the lifting system of the Mage Tower has been damaged, and the lifting platform has become a ruin. The other magic circles we can detect are also ineffective. If the Mage Tower's assassination of His Majesty the Emperor this time is really because Luke Brewster has lost his magic power for some reason, then these circles should still be able to be manipulated by us. Now that the circle is all gone, it doesn't seem like Luke alone. ”

"What do you think, my dear lady in charge?" Paul turned his head and watched Brooklyn's reaction with interest. Contrary to what he expected, seeing Elsa's betrayal, the Mage Tower Director had little emotional turmoil.

"I've already told you, Your Majesty the Emperor", Brooklyn didn't even look at Elsa, "it's not ours to decide this matter, it's you, do you dare to bet on this one, on the entire Ankenrein Empire?" ”

Paul smacked his mouth and smiled. He took two steps forward, pulled the stool and sat down in front of the Hall of Radiance, turning to ask Brooklyn, who was standing beside him.

"What about Lord Luke? Why haven't you seen him all this time? ”

"He'll be there when he needs it."

Brooklyn was expressionless.

With a wave of Paul's hand, two guards stepped forward and took out long knives and crossed them on the back of Brooklyn's neck, which was itchy with the cold blade.

"And now? Is it when he needs to show up? ”

Brooklyn smiled, and she looked at His Majesty the Emperor sitting in her chair and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"It's not something I can decide."

"That's right."

Paul waved back the guards and looked back at the door in front of him.

"I'm busy, Luke is missing, you're out of magic again, the Ankenrein Empire is about to be reborn, I have a lot to do, and I don't have much time to wait for you. There are still twenty minutes left before our agreed time, and I am sitting here, waiting for Miss Luna inside to tell me whether this Anken Rein Empire belongs to me or to Luke Brewster! ”

"There's no way he'll make it, the third Great Tide—" Elsa tried to interject, her voice narrow.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

Brooklyn and Paul snapped in unison, glared at Elsa in unison, looked at the door in front of them, and fell silent.

It seemed like a century had passed, and that door opened.

Brooklyn and Paul both stood up and looked at the figure that had come out of the door.

Luna Brewster looked up, revealing a tear-stained face. She shook her head at Brooklyn and fell headlong to the ground.

For twenty-four hours, concentrating all her energy on sensing that gap, she was already exhausted.

Paul Gibson smiled softly as he looked at the figure that had fallen to the ground. His laughter was soft at first, but gradually grew louder and louder, until it finally became a deafening bell. Brooklyn Arquette stepped forward slowly, bent down, and picked up Luna, who was already unconscious.

The girl's body was very light and light, like a lonely boat in a storm, lonely and helpless.