"Is it all ready?"

When Brooklyn walked into the cabin, her valet Celia Warren had just placed Gurakos' favorite cigar in his most seated place. And the Lunding tea, which Paul Zhong often drinks, has also been mixed into a pot and placed on a small round table.

"Your Excellency."

Celia bowed in salute, got out of the way, and stood in the corner of the room. Brooklyn looked around and made sure that every detail of this room met her requirements before she nodded, which was considered satisfied.

"Yes, remember, this room will be cleaned this way in the future, and our guests may not be picky, but they can't make mistakes, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Celia nodded, then looked up, looking at Brooklyn. For a serf, such a move was a bold move.

"My lord, will we be able to get revenge soon?"

Brooklyn opened her mouth in surprise when she heard Celia's words. She seemed to want to get angry, but she hesitated and stopped.

"Well, if you're in this position, it's a lie to say you don't know. Wait, wait, wait, wait and we can make that person look good. ”

Hearing Brooklyn's reply, Celia laughed. She was raised as the property of the Mage Tower from an early age, and grew up with Brooklyn at the age of fourteen, and Brooklyn's world is her world, and Brooklyn's joy and anger are her joy and anger. Since the disappearance of His Royal Highness Luke Brewster, Brooklyn has hardly ever looked good, and for a while she has been in tears every day. Celia saw it in her eyes and hurt in her heart, but she couldn't do anything about it. Fortunately, Brooklyn eventually came out of that shadow on her own and found a way to survive. Although that way is painful and unsatisfying, as long as you live, there is hope.

"Alright, don't spread the word, they'll be here later."

Brooklyn took one last look at the room. For some reason, she, Paul Chung, and Miguel Martinez have chosen this fixed little room for every meeting since they first discussed things in this ordinary little room. The three of them didn't give the room a name, they just called it the hut. Many policies and guidelines are made in this small room.

After making sure that all the furnishings in the room were up to standard, Brooklyn left the room and closed the door. She turned around and was just about to go back and change her clothes when she heard a commotion outside the door.

"His Majesty the Emperor has arrived in !!!"

Paul Gibson, what is he doing here? Did you hear something? You see, since the Festival of Fire, Paul Gibson hasn't been to the Tower since verifying if Luna had activated the mana sensor once to come to the Mage Tower. Why did he come?

"Tell Your Majesty, I'll be there shortly."

Although she was apprehensive, Brooklyn did not lose her etiquette. She straightened her robes, called Celia, and followed the maid out of Donn's Arthur's Building, where she saw the Emperor's chariot parked inside the mage Tassi's Gate, and the orderly line of guards.

Seeing those guards, Brooklyn's heart tightened, could it be that the emperor really knew something? Why else bring guards? She subconsciously looked at the stables and parking lot, and was relieved to find that Paul Chung and Miguel Martinez's carriage had not arrived. While she was thinking, the Emperor also saw her procession, facing her side, waiting in place.

"Why don't you invite His Majesty the Emperor to the ruling main building to rest?"

Brooklyn sped up as she questioned the maid beside her.

"Your Majesty, he didn't want to, and said he would wait for you in the parking lot."

The maid was a little panicked, and her voice was shaking.

"Your Excellency?" Celia walked behind Brooklyn, a little unsure, "Do you want to prepare?" ”

"Prepare what? Now that the Mage Tower Guard is all the Emperor's people, what else do we have to prepare except ourselves? ”

Brooklyn replied in a low voice, and hurried forward, coming to the Emperor. The guards standing beside the Emperor slapped their palms, stopping her intention to move on.

"Your Majesty."

Brooklyn bowed deeply and respectfully.

"Brooklyn," Paul Gibson's tone was relaxed, making Brooklyn breathe a sigh of relief, "I heard you've been doing well lately, come and see you." ”

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about, don't you know the days of the Mage Tower? It's like that every day, what else can it do? ”

"I heard that you've been getting close to some people lately, so I'll come and have a look, lest you say I've snubbed you."

Paul Gibson spoke with a smile and a cold chill in his smile. Brooklyn understood what he meant, and knew that her conspiracy with Paul Chung and Miguel Martinez should have been exposed. But how much was revealed, she didn't know yet.

"Your Majesty, you also know that since His Excellency Brewster is in retreat, our Mage Tower has become a place out of the world, and where are there any visitors, where are 'certain people' from? I really don't know how to justify that. ”

"Okay, let's talk a little less", Paul Gibson laughed coldly, "Don't you think you're a little dishonest?" ”

"Your Majesty—" Brooklyn tried to struggle, but the Emperor interrupted her with a wave of his hand. Two soldiers stepped forward from behind the Emperor, handcuffs in their hands, and tried to couff Brooklyn, but Celia stopped them.

"Your Excellency!"

Celia stretched out her arms to block the Emperor and the two guards, like a hen guarding her food. Brooklyn looked around anxiously, but only saw her maids bowing their heads without saying a word, and the cold and silent guards brought by His Majesty the Emperor.

"Alright, I'm fine."

Brooklyn pushed Celia's hand away, and Celia, who had always been obedient, didn't want to get out of the way this time. She exerted her strength slightly, resisting Brooklyn's movements, as if that would stop what was about to happen.

"Celia, get out of the way."

Brooklyn scolded in a low voice, and Celia turned her head to look at her aggrievedly and get out of the way. Paul Gibson watched the interaction with great interest, and when Brooklyn walked up to him, he had two soldiers standing on either side of her.

"Let's go."

Paul Gibson seemed to be inquiring, but in a commanding tone. He turned to get into the car and let the two soldiers take Brooklyn to another car. Celia Warren watched the Emperor's motorcade depart, leaving the Mage's Tower, and stood in the snow, feeling like her whole body was being blown through by gusts of north wind.

Her figure, in the parking lot of Nuoda, became more and more small and lonely.

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"Did you take it away?"

Miguel Martínez sat in his carriage and listened sideways to the reports of the guards outside. Paul Chung sat across from him with a smile on his face.

"Yes, my lord, take it away."

"Is there resistance?"

Martinez was still asking, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"No, no handcuffs or leg irons."

The observation of the people outside the carriage was quite detailed, and the report was very detailed.

"Alright, you can go."

"Whoa."

Pushing away the report's guards, Martinez sat up straight and took a puff on his cigar. Faint white smoke poured from his nostrils and lips, crowding the small carriage. Paul Chung waved his hand disdainfully, pushing away the smoke around his face.

"Brooklyn has been caught, and your plan is going well."

"Of course, she's an empty shell without a mage master, and she still wants to be on an equal footing with us. The recognition of the Magus is valuable because of the presence of the Magister. Now there is no Magister, she is a woman, fake recognition, and how much is it worth? ”

Miguel Martínez replied with a confident smile on his face. The carriage they were riding in stopped somewhere outside the Mage Tasi Gate, and they directly witnessed the whole process of His Majesty the Emperor's motorcade entering and leaving.

"But if she bites people inside, we won't be able to do it."

"She only knows what we let her know," Martinez picked up his cigar and knocked it on the ashtray, "and besides, can you keep her mouth shut and not see what happens on your side?" My General? ”

"I've done it on my side", there was almost no expression on Paul Zhong's face, "The rest depends on whether His Majesty the Emperor can take the bait." ”

"He can only take the bait, he only has this one bait to eat now, and if he doesn't eat it, he will die."

Martinez took another puff on his cigar, red dots of light shining in the carriage like a lonely star.

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"What do you say? You repeat? ”

Paul Gibson's roar almost shattered the window, but the emir, standing in front of him with his head down, remained motionless.

"Your Majesty, the mission to Roninger has lost news, and Grand Duke Ronin sent someone to send Prince Daun back."

Paul Gibson didn't speak, his breathing was heavy and rapid, and his whole face turned crimson. On the floor in front of him and the emir, there was an open wooden box. Prince Dawn Gibson's head was placed squarely in the wooden box. His eyes were wide open, he looked at the ceiling, and he was silent.

He ...... Why?! I'm so good to him! I gave my son to him to kill?! He slaughtered Ronninger, and I didn't even say a word! His family resells grain, and I haven't even checked him! I made his southern theater of operations the main force, and asked them to recruit troops throughout the country and prioritize all supplies, and that's how he repaid me?! ”

"Your Majesty ......," the Emile bowed his head deeply, knowing that Paul Gibson was angry now, but he had to bite the bullet and continue, "it is now almost certain that Archduke Charlie Ronin has reversed. We've got to find a way to deal with it! So as not to affect the national body! ”

Paul Gibson gasped as he looked at his son's head in the wooden box in front of him, feeling a blackness in front of him. He took two steps back, staggered back on the couch, was stunned for a moment, and scolded.

"What the fuck do you have to ask! Dispatch troops to fight! If he Charlie Ronin is unkind, don't blame me for being unjust! Anken Rui has never been afraid of anyone in the 800 years since the founding of the country! ”

"Your Majesty, but we are still at war with the Negro Republic, and the Tulukas Line occupies more than 300,000 front-line troops in the Western Theater. Without the Western Theater of Operations, only close to the Guards, we simply did not have the confidence and strength to attack Ronninger. If the troops of the Western Theater are mobilized, it means that peace must be made with the Neglo Republic! ”

Paul Gibson was silent again. Abandoning the war against Negru meant that he gave up his dream of becoming a generation of wise kings and pioneers. By the time he marched east and pacified Charlie Ronin's rebels, it was estimated that the whole world would know about the Magister. When the time comes, the first-mover advantage he has earned so hard will not only disappear without a trace, but will also bring him such a strong enemy as the Negro Republic. All this is different from what he planned.

"No way", just a moment of silence, Paul Gibson made up his mind. He made a mistake in his last move, and he gave a great advantage. But he hasn't lost yet, and on this chessboard, he still has the possibility of winning.

"Stop all the investigation and follow-up work in the Western Theater of Operations, prepare for the drive, I personally went to Paul Chung, now it's time to put down the estrangement and unite with the outside world!"

"Huh", the emir nodded in response, thought for a moment, and asked a new question, "Your Majesty, what about that Brooklyn's confession that planned a riot in the Western Theater and tried to incite you to oppose the Southern Theater......

"Let's put it first, now is not the time to investigate", Paul Gibson simply and decisively suspended the investigation of the Western Theater. Now the only force he can rely on is the Western Theater of Operations, if he investigates the Western Theater at this time, he forces them to rebel, or forces them to cooperate passively and does not fight Roninger, then he, the emperor, can only watch the day when Charlie Ronin's army invades Roseville. Now, Paul Gibson is extremely fortunate that he allowed Eliot to cultivate a good cooperative relationship in the Western Theater, which will become a key lever for him to influence and control the Western Theater.

"Whoa."

The emir nodded, hesitated, and asked another question.

"Your Majesty, this matter ......", Emir glanced at the wooden box on the ground, "Is it possible that the Western Military Region is a ghost?" ”

"Probably not," Paul Gibson shook his head, "I actually have this question myself. However, their accomplice Brooklyn did not mention this at all. If it was really planned by the Western Theater of Operations, it was impossible for Brooklyn, as the representative of the Mage Tower, not to know. And, even if they do, we don't have a second way. Since Charlie Ronin is reversed, whether he killed Dawn or not, it is impossible for him to turn back, even if we want to find out, we can only wait until we defeat him and capture Ronninger before we have the ability and opportunity to find out the truth. ”

The emir nodded, His Majesty the Emperor was right. Even if this matter is an obstacle from the Western Theater of Operations, since Luo Ning has been forced to rebel, it is impossible for His Majesty or Luo Ning to go back. There must be a winner among them before they have the heart to investigate the truth behind this matter.

"Your Majesty, if we want to fight Ronninger, it means that we must shift our military focus. In this case, Negru's peace talks will also be launched. However, our winter campaign is not good, and now that we are talking, I am afraid that the other side will open their mouths. ”

Paul Gibson was silent again, he sat on the couch, looking at the body of his own son in the wooden box, feeling distraught and feeling the urge to destroy the world. He coughed heavily, then stood up, crouched down, and closed the wooden box.

"I'll solve this matter."