Just as Elena's army had briefly recuperated and began to leave Enspan and enter Gaed, the Emperor of Ankenrein, Paul Gibson, was drinking tea in the small courtyard where she was imprisoned, with Brooklyn Arquette, the director of the Sanction Mage Tower.

"Every time you come to me, it's because something doesn't go your way, this time, why?"

While pouring tea, he asked softly. Brooklyn's move is incredibly fluid. She was also a magic apprentice before she became the head of the Mage Tower, and she was extremely proficient in these rituals.

"Huh-"

Paul Gibson sneered, "Some clowns who jump off the beam, usually don't have the guts to come out, but now they see that they have lost the war, they come out to make noise, it's really noisy." ”

"If you lose, you lose," Brooklyn comforted absentmindedly, "no one in this world can win all the time, and neither do you, and so does Gastens Warren." They only have the upper hand temporarily, and you have the whole Anken Rein your possession, so what is there to be afraid of? ”

Paul Gibson looked sideways at Brooklyn with a cold and terrible expression.

"Say, are you laughing at me in your heart, like them?"

"Laughing at you?" , Arquette didn't even look into Paul Gibson's eyes, "My life and death are in your thoughts, why should I laugh at you?" If you win, I can't leave this courtyard. You lose, I'm still in this yard in a daze, what's the difference? ”

Hearing Arquette's explanation, Paul Gibson breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the teacup and drank it down, "I think so, but the situation is not good now, and I heard rumors that someone is plotting to subvert me, and the reason is this war." I just did what I had to do for the country, they weren't in this position and couldn't see the risk right now. I saw it, I tried, I failed, but that doesn't justify their rebellion, does it? ”

"Defeat in the war is not your reason", Brooklyn poured herself a cup of tea, "replace you, and the war is still the same loss." ”

"They want to change an emperor who doesn't fight, an obedient, son emperor!"

Paul Gibson poured himself a glass and drank it all. He was about to say something more when he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the courtyard. After a while, the new prime minister, Grand Duke Durr Condon, ran in. Brooklyn just glanced at Condon's expression and knew something was wrong. She folded her arms and fell silent, her head bowed, waiting for the news.

"Why, didn't you say you shouldn't come in at this time?" Paul Gibson stood up and rebuked, "What's wrong?" ”。

"Elena and Elena's army have entered the territory of Gaed! They took the initiative to attack us! The giant beast convoy took the lead, and the 10th Army of the National Salvation Army, which was in charge of the defense, fought for twenty minutes, and the front line was defeated! ”

"Bang-"

The teacup in Paul Gibson's hand, which had barely regained his composure just now, fell to the ground, and he swallowed softly before continuing to ask in a hoarse voice.

"You...... Are you sure? ”

"I'm sure, Your Majesty," said Dürer Conton, bowing his head, "and I beg you to return to the palace at once to discuss the countermeasures." ”

"Okay, I'll go!"

After saying that, Paul Gibson left without looking back. Dürer Conton, who was following him, glanced at Brooklyn Arquette, who bowed her head and said nothing, and turned to leave.

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"Gastens is still too arrogant, defensive and offensive are two different things. He seems to be extremely powerful at this time, but in fact he has helped us alleviate the already fierce internal contradictions. With this attack, I can continue to be a stable emperor for a while. So, you say, isn't he a little stupid? ”

As he spoke, he entered a conference room on the east side of the palace. After Paul Gibson calmed down, he quickly saw the political inadequacy of Gastens' offense. In his opinion, Gastens, who had a ninety percent chance of winning, would directly lose at least three percent of his winning rate because of this attack.

"Your Majesty, I think you are right. But the problem now is that we don't have an army to stop them. If they play all the way to Roswell, we might have a hard time......"

Prime Minister Dürer Condon stopped halfway through his words. In the conference room that was supposed to be used for an emergency meeting, a person appeared who was definitely not supposed to be.

The Ninth Prince, Gary Gibson.

"You...... Why is it here? ”

Paul Gibson had actually guessed something, he glanced at Rob Hedland behind Gary Gibson, sneered, and didn't give Gary a chance to talk back, and whispered to Rob Hedland.

"The remnants of the Mage Tower, finally can't hold back and jump out? Think you can do whatever you want by pulling up my little son? Think that Gastens who is attacking this way is one of yours? Don't be naïve, Gastens won't help you, Gary won't help you, you know? ”

"Your Majesty," Rob Hedland saluted with an expressionless face, "State affairs, you have worked so hard for so long, it's time to rest." ”

After saying that, he didn't even give Paul Gibson a chance to speak, and with a wave of his hand, he sent four soldiers to surround Paul. At the same time, more soldiers rushed out from inside and outside the house, taking control of Paul Gibson's entourage, including Dühr Condon.

"Y-you're going to regret it!"

When Paul Gibson saw this, he knew the tide was turning. He didn't have time to think about why he hadn't received any warning about the rebellion, and he didn't have time to think about why Gary Gibson, not Wenfeng Gibson, had become their chosen puppet. The competition for the throne is cruel, he has already lost, and there are very few things that can be done. He looked at his son with a complicated look in his eyes. After that, he turned around and left the conference room. The four soldiers led him and disappeared from Rob Hedland's sight like prisoners.

"Very good", watching Paul walk away, Rob Hedland turned and faced a room of Anken Rein officials.

"As of today, Paul Gibson officially abdicated and the throne was taken over by Gary Gibson. Now, with the utmost solemnity, let's welcome Emperor Anken Rein, Gary Gibson! ”

The conference room burst into prolonged applause. Gary Gibson got up and smiled, but his small body was not stage frightened at all. He waited for everyone to applaud before he said his first words after becoming emperor in a crisp voice.

"Time is pressing, let's discuss, how to write the surrender letter, how?"

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Royal Police Sergeant, Filas Navre, stood at the door of a room through the heavily guarded compound. In charge of guarding the room were warriors in full armor, who looked at Firas and motioned for him to stop.

"I'm Royal Police Sergeant Filas Navre, this is the handwriting of Prime Minister Dulle Condon, and I'm going in."

Filas Navley handed out a parchment roll, which the Steel-Armored Warrior on the left took it, examined it carefully, and then moved out of the way, not forgetting to admonish in a dull voice.

"You've only got twenty minutes, and we'll keep an eye on you."

Filas nodded, waiting for the two warriors to unlock the door. After that, he walked into the house and saw at a glance his former Emperor Majesty, Paul Gibson, sitting on the sofa and looking at him.

"I was wondering when you would come, and you came."

Paul Gibson smiled and stood up, "Sit down, I'm not the emperor now, we can have a good talk." ”

Filas Navlet did not sit down, he threw himself on his knees in front of Paul Gibson, bowed his head, and said nothing. Paul paused for a moment, and his face became serious.

"I thought you were here to catch up, so you're welcome. But if you're here to apologize, you don't have to. Since you have chosen this path, you know that I cannot forgive you. It's just that an old man who has no power and may die at any time, even if he doesn't forgive you, it won't have any impact on your career, right? ”

"Your Majesty—"

Firas Navre's voice was not loud, but he was full of emotion. He leaned down and slammed his head on the ground, making a banging sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Instead of looking at the powerful man on the ground, Paul turned his head sideways and looked out the window. This room is the side hall of the palace, and there is nothing outside the window except for an autumn locust. In the current season, the autumn locust has just grown leaves, small, motionless.

It seemed as if a century had passed, and Filas Navle stopped. He knew that His Majesty the Emperor would not forgive him, and as His Majesty's confidant, there was no reason why he did not know about this coup. Any justification and disguise is superfluous, he has betrayed his master, there is no doubt about it.

"Your Majesty, you are really wrong about this matter", knowing that he could not be forgiven, Filas had to explain to himself, "rashly started a war against Elena, and coerced the Mage Tower Research Institute to issue a false statement, sending more than 800,000 Ankenrein people to the battlefield for their own selfish interests." I don't approve of this. However, if you can win, you must be a generation of Ming Jun, so I have no objection to it. It's just that as a result, you and I have seen that the battle failed, more than 200,000 people were killed or missing, and we lost room for maneuver with Elena. By the end of the war, several Grand Dukes had already agreed that it would be impossible for you to continue as emperor. Although I am a Royal Police Sergeant, I am not invincible, let alone omnipotent. I was imprisoned, imprisoned, and you were so anxious about the progress of the war that you didn't even notice my disappearance. Yesterday, our intelligence channels have learned of Elena's plan to send troops, and the Grand Duke does not want to be completely eliminated, so they can only choose to speed up the implementation of the plan and replace you, hoping to calm the anger of that person and buy time for Ankenrein through this measure......"

"You're all wrong," Paul Gibson sighed softly, "he attacked Ankenrein not to take revenge, not to offend him because of our attack, but because the National Salvation Army has lost ground, we have no strength to stop him." This man, Gastens Warren, was a very selfish, very utilitarian person. Everything he did was for his goal, and in his goal, there was no place for you and me, let alone the position of the seven Grand Dukes. They overthrew what I wanted to do, but not what Gastens wanted. They don't know Gastens as well as I do, I've studied him carefully and have a deep understanding of his past. Everything he does has only one very clear purpose, and anyone who stands in his way will be defeated and killed by him. If you don't understand this, you will regret it sooner or later. ”

"Your Majesty," Filas Navre, kneeling on the ground and straightening up, "is there no way to live together peacefully?" Before you start the war, we have eased relations with Elena, they buy our light industrial products, we act as their steam engines, everyone has money, and the great nobles live even better. If we are careful about our relationship with Elena, we can make money from them while creating a market for our own factories and at the same time try to copy their steam engines. After all, they only have two provinces, and it is impossible for them to threaten our rule-"

"Impossible to threaten our rule?"

Paul Gibson sneered, "If you really think so, you are naïve, and the facts will prove your stupidity." ”

"Your Majesty......"

"Don't call me Your Majesty, that title has nothing to do with me anymore. I know you're not going to let me live long, so for now, please don't bother me, okay? ”

Paul gave the eviction order, and Filas knew it was inappropriate, even though he wanted to continue. He saluted and took his leave, silent. Paul Gibson said he didn't live long, and Filas agreed. But as Paul Gibson's henchman, how long can he live even if he betrays?

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"Your Majesty, this is our plan, and I hope you will agree and approve it. Ankenrein has now reached the point where it is necessary to reform, and you have made similar suggestions to Your Majesty, so I think you will understand our painstaking efforts. ”

Rob Hedland stood in front of Gary Gibson in a humble tone. On the table between him and Gary, there is a parchment scroll. Gary Gibson glanced up at him, picked up the scroll, and without looking at it, signed his name.

"All the uncles are the ministers of Anken Rein, and the suggestions they make are all for Anken Rein, so the kid naturally doesn't need to look at it anymore. The matter of the Council of Nobles, I think it can be so certain. I have no opinion on the reform bill that my uncle said would promote the advancement of serfs. Rest assured, Uncle Gary, I, Gary Gibson, will never forget that my mission is to make Ankenrein's life better! ”

"The children can be taught, the children can be taught!!"

Archduke Denbach Lebrun of the Brass Shield laughed, laughing and clapping. And beside him, the seven Grand Dukes at the top of Anken Rui's power and the heads of the three major families of the Mage Tower Capital Department also applauded. From the time the little emperor Gary Gibson signed that scroll, Anken Rein had entered a new era.

The Age of Constitutionalism.