Roswell, Sanction Mage's Tower.

Emperor Paul Gibson stood in the Rose Hall on the nineteenth floor of the Sanction Mage Tower, silent, looking at the apparently cable-style decorations on the walls. And behind him, many of the mage tower people who had regathered were busy.

"Your Majesty."

Imperial Chancellor Emile Owen walked in through the door of the Rose Hall and saw Paul at a glance. He gasped a few times and walked over to the Emperor's side.

"Huh?"

Giving a response with a lightly nasal voice, Paul Gibson doesn't have too obvious emotions. He reached over the curtains on the walls, studying the gold threads on them.

"Recently more and more people have fled into Elena through the blockade, most of them serfs. In many places, serfs even fled in droves, and the local people had great opinions. Many people have already told me that they have suggested that the border closure should be tightened to prevent the serfs from escaping into Elena. Your Majesty, should we take measures? ”

"Isn't it already a strict blockade? I heard from Filas Navrei that they can now catch thousands of serfs a day trying to cross the border, and the local police have light and dark sentry and patrols at the border, and they even have the power to kill serfs who try to cross the border. ”

"Actually, it's not enough......"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Emile Owen knew that he couldn't lie at this time, "The local opinion is that it is recommended that we directly send troops to block the border and completely seal the border. It has been suggested that we build a wall to cut off communication between us and Elena completely. ”

"The wall? Army? Trying to lock down an archmagus? Paul Gibson shook his head, "They don't want me to be the emperor anymore." This method will not work, and we must achieve peace with Elena on the surface, and if we really give an excuse to that side, I, the emperor, will not be able to do it. ”

The emir did not speak, such words from His Majesty the Emperor were not something he could receive. Paul Gibson was silent for a moment and changed the subject.

"Is there any news on whether that Gastens can still release magic?"

"Sheriff Navre is in charge of this, I just know about it," the Emir tactfully reminded the Emperor that the intelligence work was the responsibility of the head of the Royal Police, Filas Navrei, and it was not his own business.

"Probably, Navre hasn't been in Roseville lately, tell me about it."

"Gastens is now speaking openly to the outside world, saying that he can only release magic once, and he has also released it. He said that he was not an archmage now, and Elena's official caliber never said that he was an archmage. However, our intelligence officers in Enspan reported that there is a folk theory among Elena that Gastens is actually the Grand Magister. ”

"Folk sayings......"

Paul Gibson paused, his tone a little uncertain. At this moment, it seemed that Paul Gibson's conversation was heard, and from the busy crowd behind them, a very old man, wearing the robes of a high-level researcher of the Mage Tower, walked up.

"Your Majesty, if you may, allow us to say a few words."

Paul Gibson and Emile Owen looked at the old man at the same time. His name was Didier Lashaw, and he was previously a member of the Mage's Tower Academy, but was later dismissed. Soon after Gastens re-unleashed the forbidden spell, His Majesty the Emperor re-established the Mage Tower Academy, and he was brought back to head the team.

"Say it."

Paul Gibson nodded, looking at the old man. The information provided by Gastens was too absolute for him to fully believe it. You must know that in history, playing with people's hearts is a hobby that many magicians are keen on, and it is definitely a very irrational and self-seeking suspicion to take action against Elena just by saying "I can't release magic anymore". That's why he re-established the Mage Tower Research Institute, hoping to figure out this simple fact.

Gastens, can you still unleash magic?

"We don't have an answer right now as to whether Gastens can continue to unleash magic. However, we still have a clearer understanding of the state of magic after the Third Great Tide", Didier Lashaw's experience is somewhat similar to Luna's. The collapse of the Mage Tower made everything he had learned useless, and he couldn't even make up the money for a meal when he was in the most embarrassed situation. Now that he finally has the opportunity to work for His Majesty the Emperor again, he naturally spares no effort.

Hearing Didier Lashaw's first words, Paul Gibson was a little dissatisfied. What do you come to say if it doesn't work? However, it has been more than two months since he established this research institute, and these people are working very hard, and now he also needs a third-party point of view. So, instead of going berserk, Paul Gibson gave Lashaw a look and told him to continue.

"The third Great Demon Wave completely destroyed the magic system, we are not the Grand Magus, I don't know what the Grand Magus feels, but from the results we have observed, all the Grand Magus have lost the ability to mobilize magical power. At the same time, all the magic arrays in the Mage Tower are also disabled. Moreover, not only the Mage Tower, but all over the country, and even all over the world, everything that relied on magic or magic circles to function was out of function. At the same time, we also did another test, that is, after the third great magic tide, we tried to create a new magic circle to see if it could work. Unfortunately, because all of the magic bands are no longer valid, we can't mobilize our magic powers, and we don't have a way to enforce whether the magic circle works or not. So, in fact, we don't know if the new circles will work. ”

"Why can the Feeling Demon Bracelet still work?" Although Paul Gibson is not a member of the Mage Tower system, as an emperor, he still knows the basics of the Mage Tower very well.

"The Magic Bracelet is not magic-based, it senses the energy that pyroxene is emitting in the air. It's just that because only magic can emit pyroxene energy, it has become a magic bracelet. ”

The old man bowed his head and replied respectfully. Prime Minister Emile Owen stepped forward and asked softly.

"So what?"

Emile Owen didn't like the old man. Didier Lachaux and his knowledge should have disappeared and been buried with that era that had passed, and not like a ghost of a deceitful corpse still wandering in the world. But even so, seeing that His Majesty the Emperor was full of interest, he had to do his best and take the initiative to ask questions.

"So...... We now conclude that we know that the Third Great Tide has destroyed the mage's ability to mobilize mana, as well as all existing magic arrays. However, we can't confirm that the newly crafted circle will work, as we don't have an archmagister. Moreover, according to the intelligence, Gastens used Luke's robe, and the circle on that robe should have been destroyed, and we don't know now, how exactly did Gastens unleash that magic? ”

"Maybe he'll still be able to wield his magic?"

Emile Owen was asked by Lashaw to arouse his curiosity, if things really turned out to be what Rashaw said, then how did Gastens work the magic?

"It's not enough to just restore the ability to mobilize mana, he also has to make sure that the magic circle on the robe can be used, and he also has a forbidden spell circle that can work. Only in this way can he use the magic circle on his robe to connect with the forbidden spell circle and guide the magic power to activate the forbidden spell. Relying only on the magic power on the robe, it is impossible for him to unleash such a large-scale forbidden spell magic......"

"But you said all the magic arrays were invalid?" Paul Gibson also heard the question, "If all the forbidden spell circles are invalid, then how can he mobilize the magic of the forbidden spell circle?" ”

"That's the key point we can't explain", Lashaw seemed content to be able to attract the attention of the big guys, "We rechecked the few magic circles we could find after Gastens unleashed that forbidden spell, and all of them were unusable. Therefore, we can only assume that Gastens established a new forbidden spell circle by himself after the third great demon tide, but the time and cost required to build the forbidden spell circle are very high, and I have checked Gastens's experience, and he cannot have the time and financial ability. ”

"After all that, I still don't know if Gastens is a magister or not, and can he continue to release magic?"

Emile Owen's tone was already tinged with dissatisfaction. This old man came over and rambled a lot, but as a result, nothing useful was provided? What is the use of it?

"Hey, Owen, this is different," Paul Gibson smiled, "at least I understand what Lashaw meant, he's saying that the fact that Gastens was able to unleash magic is itself contrary to basic understanding, right?" ”

"Well, that's right," Lashaw bowed deeply, "sorry for not being able to help much." ”

"Alright, you can go back."

Paul Gibson waved away Lashaw and continued to talk to Emile.

"Rashaw didn't tell me the answer, but I at least knew that even in the eyes of professionals like the Mage Tower, Gastens was able to unleash magic as an inextricable thing. And in my opinion, it is great that the unexplainable, the unthinkable, can appear in one place, and it is impossible to appear twice in a row. ”

"Your Majesty, it's a bit dangerous for you to judge like this......"

Emile thought that Paul Gibson was going to directly confront Elena again, so he hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him, but was stopped by Gibson.

"Don't say it, I have my own judgment, let's say something good, how is the war in Ronninger?"

Speaking of this, the emir's expression was also a little lighter, and he bowed his waist and continued to report.

"The battle in Ronninger is going well, and our large army has regained most of the lost ground and is already approaching the city of Ronninger. The fighting power of the six legions of the National Salvation Army is not something that Ronninger can resist, and if all goes well, we can end the battle before the depths of winter. ”

"Don't be too optimistic", Paul Gibson said with a happy face, but his tone was still serious, "That bastard of Ronin is not such an easy master to admit defeat. Beware of his delay and evasion. The fact that the deep winter is not suitable for combat is well known. If he can't shrink back, delay the war, and drag it out until the depths of winter, then there will be many variables. ”

"That's nature," Emile Owen nodded, "a quick fix has always been our way of thinking, and we won't let Charlie Ronin's anti-thief have a chance to drag him through." Your Majesty, if we can put down the Ronninger rebellion this winter, we will have more strength to deal with Elena. ”

"That's ...... nature," Paul Gibson nodded, "Charlie Ronin is no longer a concern, the National Salvation Army that was originally used against the Negro Republic and Elena is really not a difficult task to deal with them." Wait for Ronninger to calm down, don't disband the National Salvation Army, and pull all of them to the border with Elena. He's the Great Magister, and we don't fight him. But he wants to get someone from us, but it's not that easy, right? ”

"Your Majesty is wise," Emile Owen bowed, his tone sincere. Paul Gibson smiled reservedly and walked along the curtains around the Rose Room. He'd been enjoying spending time in the Mage Tower lately, and looking at the tower and learning about its past and growth seemed to allow him to confirm his near-inhibited state now.

Outside the window, the dusk sunlight shines peacefully in the sky of Roseville, covering the whole city with a layer of warmth.

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While Paul Gibson was talking about Charlie Ronin, the Grand Duke of Ice was also talking about Paul Gibson. Draped in a fur coat and in a wheelchair, he stopped at the gates of Roninger and looked at the dense army in front of him.

"Father, we ......"

Charlie Ronin's first adopted son, Karim Ronin, stood beside the old man with an anxious expression.

Charlie Ronin looked up at him, his eyes blank.

“…… We have to find a way to delay until the depths of winter, and as long as we can delay until the depths of winter, we have room to turn around. Otherwise, otherwise......"

Karim obviously didn't want to say the rest of the words, but both he and the third adopted son next to him, Walsh Ronin, knew what he wanted to say. If this continues, Ronninger will inevitably be more auspicious.

"Snow ......"

Charlie Ronin, who was in a wheelchair, did not give an answer, but repeated the name of the biological son he had lost. Karim and Walsh looked at each other, knowing that they could no longer rely on the old father. He has been fighting all his life, and he has done too much for Ronninger, and the rest of the things are indeed not something that an old man like him can bear.

"What should I do?"

Just behind Charlie Ronin, Karim looked at Walsh with questions in his tone.

"Stay on guard, I'll look for you at night."

Walsh had some ideas, but he knew they were inappropriate to talk about here. He nodded at Karim, not discussing the topic again. Karim also knew that something was not good, and now he said it, and he also fell silent. The two of them, together with the Grand Duke of Ice in a wheelchair, looked at the army outside the city.

For a long time, there was silence.

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In the evening, Walsh came to Karim's quarters, a large compound.

"My brother, you're here."

Karim had been waiting for Walsh to arrive, and he beckoned him to sit down and filled him with tea.

"Brother, the matter is urgent, and I won't go around the bend with you. Ronninger is coming to an end, and even if we survive the depths of winter, as long as Elena's archmage doesn't attack the emperor, we will definitely have no future. That great magister of Lovely Lena only cares about his own development no matter how you look at it, and will not help us. For now, the only way to escape is to abandon ship. ”

"Abandon ship and escape?"

Karim looked at Walsh, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

Walsh nodded, "None of us are Snow, and all he has wanted is Snow. ”

Both men were silent, and the atmosphere in the room was silent and dangerous. Unknown emotions brewed, lingered, and fermented in the chests of the two.

"Do you have a plan?"

Karim skipped more blame, reflection, and reflection and jumped straight to the execution situation.

"I have a connection with the other side, Kaesong surrenders, and the two of us can get the position of Grand Duke, and we will have no worries for the rest of our lives", Walsh was obviously prepared, and provided crucial information when he opened his mouth.

"Is it credible?"

"I can only believe it."

The room fell silent again, and even the pyroxene used for lighting seemed to sense the emotions of the two of them, and gradually dimmed.

"No way, after all, we're not Snow."

Karim dropped his last words and got up to leave.

"I'm going to see my father."

"I'll go too."

Walsh stood up and followed Karim out of the room. In the large room, only the quiet light remained, looking at the world indifferently.