On January 12, the year 130 of the Sanctions Calendar, in the year 848, the Grand Magister Luke Brewster issued a letter to the people of the whole country in the Roswell Sanction Mage Tower of the Anken Rein, saying that the third great demon tide had descended, and the magic era had come to an end, and he would live in seclusion from now on, seeking a solution to restore his magic power. All administrative powers and affairs of the Ankenriin Empire were entrusted to Emperor Paul Gibson. At the same time, as the rotating presiding mage tower of the Council of the Six Towers, Luke Brewster officially announced that the Council of the Six Towers will be officially dissolved with immediate effect.

On the same day, Paul Gibson, the emperor of the Ankenrein Empire, issued a letter to the people of the whole country, changing the Yuan Taisho, establishing 848 as the first year of Taisho, and honoring the Grand Magister Luke Brewster as the great teacher of the Ankenrein Empire. Paul Gibson said in his letter to the people of the country that he would continue to continue the glory of Ankenrein and let the Empire's meteorite flag fly for generations.

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When the news arrived, Kaber Luya was with the envoys to check on the situation of the Republic of Negro on the Tulucas Line. It had been a week since they arrived at the Thorn Hills, and the commander of the 19th Army of the Neglo Republic, Levi Slatley, who was responsible for receiving them, accompanied them throughout the whole process and gave them a detailed introduction to the combat readiness of the Neglo Republic.

"This is our regimental canteen, and now it is the Weifeng Province that provides food for our counterparts. It was close to the southern border of the empire and was the Great Province of Apple. This autumn, they sent a lot of apples, and the soldiers could eat two a day, which was much better than the food on the other side. ”

Sitting in the canteen of the 1st Brigade and 3rd Regiment of the 2nd Division of the 19th Army, Kaber Luya listened to the introduction of the division commander Levi Slatley while experiencing the food of the soldiers. In front of him were two large enamel bowls, one full of broth, in which there were three large pieces of meat, floating with a thick layer of oil, and the fragrance was overflowing. The other had two steamed and peeled potatoes, some sautéed cauliflower, and half a bacon sausage. The apples mentioned in Slattery's introduction, placed on top of the two enamel bowls, have large red skins and look tempting.

"This food is really good, and our own soldiers can't eat it by wartime standards. Your logistics are indeed perfect, and it seems that the previous attack on the opposite side did not destroy your logistics system. ”

The head of the legation, Jacob Larson, Minister of Defense of the Third Republic, praised the 19th Army as he gulped on the food of ordinary soldiers of the 19th Army, "The stability and continuity of logistics is an important factor in the success of the war. If you don't think about anything else, just look at the logistics supply, the Neglo Republic is much better than the other side. ”

"Indeed, this kind of food, when I was a worker, was not eaten every day, and your soldiers were very happy."

Caber Luya took a bite of the bacon sausage and praised it as well. The rest of the legation also expressed their praise for the food of the soldiers of the Neglo Republic. This gesture made Levi Slatley very comfortable, and with a smile on his face, he began to introduce the rest of the combat readiness of the 19th Army.

It was at this time that the messenger with the message rushed into the tent. His speed was so fast that not even the double curtain of the door inside and outside stopped him from bringing the cold air outside the tent. The soldiers sitting by the door let out a low grumble and looked at the reckless fellow. The messenger, apparently no longer caring about the discontent he had aroused among the soldiers, stood at the door of the tent and shouted first in Neglo and then in Fern.

Everyone present understood what he shouted.

"Bombshell news! Anken Rei has announced a retreat due to the Imperial sanction mage Taluk Brewster! The third great tide is coming! All archmaguses have lost their magic! The Council of the Six Towers is dissolved! Magic Equilibrium Collapse! ”

The people who understood were first in a daze, and then stood up violently. Everyone was shouting and talking loudly, and no one could hear what the other was saying. The commander of the 19th Army, Levi Slattery, pushed through the crowd and grabbed the man by the collar. Caber Luya could see Slatley's movements, and Slattery seemed to be yelling at the man. Caber Luya looked at Slateli's churning lips, unable to comprehend what he was saying.

Or rather, his brain has been shut down, and at this time there is only one consciousness left.

If the Grand Magister is gone, then where will his trade union party go?

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Negro Republic, capital Sirama, Longsword Mage Tower.

Archmage Piru Manino put down the letter in his hand and let out a long, sigh. Shem Sen, the head of his Mage Tower, stood in front of him, his expression worried.

"Why, this matter has finally landed, you and I should be relieved, look at your expression, why do you look like your father and mother are dead?"

Piru Manino's tone was relaxed, as if what Luke Brewster had made public was not some news that would decide the life and death of the archmage, but a short, meaningless message similar to what to eat at noon in the Ruling Mage Tower today.

"My lord, we haven't finished infiltrating the army and the parliament yet, and now that Luke Brewster has made the news public, we have been forced to the edge of the cliff, and if we are not careful, we will lose everything!"

"Losing all the games?" Piru Manino smiled lightly, "When did you think we were going to win?" Since the third great demon tide came and I lost my magic power, don't you think in your heart that we have lost? ”

Hearing such a harsh and direct accusation from the Grand Magus, Shem Sen knelt on the ground in fear, "My lord, I have worked in the Mage Tower all my life, I am a person of the Mage Tower in life, and I am a ghost in the Mage Tower in death, I will never betray the Mage Tower!" ”

"I know," Piru Manino waved, "I just wanted to say, how many more people do you think we can command without magic?" How many people are in command? ”

"But ......"

Shem Sen wanted to say something, but the louder and louder noise outside the mage tower had already made it impossible for both of them to concentrate. It was the people of the capital who heard the news of the Third Great Demon Tide and came to hear the news, and they gathered around the mage tower, waiting for their Grand Magister Piru Manino to come out and give an explanation.

"My lord, President Andrzej Malakczyk asks to see you!"

Accompanied by the voices of the people outside the window, the names of the guards in charge of the roll call of the Mage Tower were called. Andrzej Malakeczyk, the democratically elected president who Piru Manino personally held up to the presidency, made his way through the crowd two hours after the news reached Sirama and asked to visit the old man who once stood at the top of the country.

"Let him in."

Piru Manino stood up and walked into the room next to him to change into his most formal robes, the glowing pyroxene stones embedded in the robes, but they could no longer provide him with even the slightest magical support. The patterns of the magic array embroidered on the inside and outside of the robe were illuminated by the glow of pyroxene, and with the movements of Piru Manino, countless astigmatism were refracted.

"Your Excellency."

Seeing Piru Manino, the President of the Republic of Negro, Andrzej Malakeczyk, knelt directly on the ground.

"Today, I heard the news of the sanction of the Mage Tower, and I came to visit my lordship, what is the next step for the Negro Republic, and I would like to ask your lord for guidance."

"Yes, you're cautious."

Piru Manino gathered his robe and sat down opposite Andrzej Malakeczyk, "You are my designated elected president, and I arranged for the votes in the parliament." The so-called democratically elected president is just my own family's words. Before, you didn't need to worry about these things, because I was your biggest backer, and your position was as strong as this mage tower. But now the heavens have fulfilled people's wishes, and the third great demon tide has destroyed the magician, and also destroyed your backer. You've been in office for three years, and although you have your own team, you don't have enough confidence to fight me, so you came here this time to see if I really lost my magic as the legend said, and whether I continued to support your strength, and then made my own decision, right? ”

Andrzej Malakzenik broke out in a cold sweat as he lowered his head and lay on the floor.

"My lord, the council is now holding an emergency council, and this emergency council has not only not notified me, but also did not notify you. I am concerned that the council may make some decisions against us on this information, and I would like to ask for your advice. ”

"Let the parliament do what they do, democracy is characterized by inefficiency, in particular, this is the first time they really have power, it is estimated that it will be discussed for a long time. Until then, what we need to solve is these people out there, you know? These people have lived in my shadow all their lives, and now they hear that I can't do it, what do you think they will do? ”

Piru Manino walked to the window at some point, and looked out the window at the crowd and the mage tower guards who were trying to maintain order, his voice low. Andrzej Malakzic and Shem Senzizi, the director of the Mage Tower, fell silent, listening to the voices outside the window.

"Piru Manino! Piru Manino! Piru Manino! ”

I don't know when the noise outside turned into a uniform shout. The people shouted the name of the Grand Magister Piru Manino over and over again, as if hoping to get the final answer from the mouth of the Magus of their own country through this way.

"I'm going out, will you come with me?"

Piru Manino opened the door of the hall to the outside world, and the two of them narrowed their eyes as the white winter sun shone into the hall. In their blurred vision, the adult who once stood at the top of the country seemed to have returned to them.

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Loren Robus, north of the capital Bribans, overlooking the deep-water port.

"My lord, it's time to get on board."

Ruth Fernand, the director of the Stone Castle Mage Tower, walked up to Archmage Ricardo McShane for one last reminder. Behind them, a huge flotilla of steel ships floated above the harbor, white steam spoaching intermittently from the middle of the ship's exhaust valves, making a loud snort. Huge wheels, tens of meters in diameter, hung quietly on the sides of these ships, like the wheels of a two-wheeled carriage.

"I know, I just want to see this country, my country."

Dressed in his favorite mage robes, Ricardo McShane stood at the end of the docks, unable to take his eyes off the sun as he watched the stone castle mage tower made of purple striped rigid rock in the sunlight. At the end of the road leading to the docks, he could see the dust kicked up by a large number of men and horses, the troops sent by the Parliament who had received the news, were hurrying to stop their archmage.

"My lord, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

Ruth Fernand persuaded again, and this time Ricardo finally closed his gaze from the mage tower in the distance. He took one last look at the army that was rapidly approaching, turned around, and strode towards his fleet.

As the country with the best seafaring environment and deep-water ports on the mainland, Loren Robles has been vigorously developing its fleet and navy. But the stormy ocean that surrounds the waters off Loren Robles has made all Loren Robusians' attempts to explore the open sea fail. For a long time, Loren Robus's fleet could only trade goods between different countries along the coastline of the central continent, but it was never able to sail to the deep sea. Even the archmagister's magic guide ship could not pass through the chaotic magical turbulence in the stormy ocean. Once, after countless explorations and sacrifices, Loren Robles gave up the exploration and development of the open sea from top to bottom, but after the third great magic tide, the storm ocean miraculously calmed down, and the road to the open sea was presented to everyone without reservation.

By the time the Parliament had arrived at the docks, the Archmagister's fleet had already activated its steam engines, and the huge wheels were quickly striking the water, pushing the massive steel ships into the depths. Without magic, but with a heart to explore the unknown world, Archmage Ricardo McShane, after giving up control and competition for national power, left the last impression of this country is only the purple figure standing in the stern of the ship for a long time.

Once, before the news of Anken Rein was revealed, no one in Loren Robus knew why His Excellency the Archmage wanted to build such an unprecedentedly large fleet, but now, after Anken Rein made the news public, everyone in Loren Robus began to wonder about another question when they were hesitating about the future without the Grand Magus.

What is on the other side of the sea?

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Elena Plains, maintenance plant in the province of Encspan.

"My lord, what shall we do?"

Ivan and Zink, as well as almost all the other high-ranking people, gathered in Gastens's office, which was small enough to hold everyone, and more people waited outside the office door, waiting for Gastens' orders. The country was left without a magic master overnight, and the greatest resistance to the realization of communism was swept away on everyone's heads, and now, these ignorant pioneers who have begun to work in that direction are waiting for their navigator to show everyone the way in the face of a new route.

"It's not difficult", Gastens digested the news as soon as he got it. Although there has been a great deviation from the history that he knows and has happened in detail and time, the inertia of history is still deeply rooted in the general direction. The news of the Third Great Demon Tide was announced only a matter of time, but his pace of revolution never stopped.

"Regarding this matter, I wrote an article and asked Ivan to read it aloud for everyone, this is my judgment of the current situation, and it is also the next direction of our work in the Elena Plains."

Ivan took the wad of paper full of words handed to him by Gastens, and at a glance saw the title of the article.

"History will eventually be created by the people".