"I beg your pardon for interrupting me, everyone!"

Nathan Witt's face was full of a wry smile: "As a last resort, the resolution passed before to divide the half-plane for you must be terminated. ”

Alexandra Howard's expression was slightly relieved when he heard this, while Roth Linden looked at him with a look of confusion and inquiry: "Can you tell me why? Mr. Werther, this is not in accordance with the rules of the Magic Tower Committee." ”

Witt didn't explain at the first time, but pushed his right hand behind him: "Let me introduce you to a distinguished lady, the special envoy of His Excellency the President, Ms. Christy Brad, Vice President of the New World Magic Association. ”

At this moment, the space next to him was also distorted, and a middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup, wearing a long Victorian-style dress and draped shoulders, stepped into this space.

"Gentlemen, I have brought with you the will of His Excellency the President. He begs you to stop this war, which will not help the city of Atlanta. ”

The Brad's voice was sincere, but also a little commanding: "This is definitely not what the New World Magic Association wants to see. ”

Conshury Wildenstein couldn't help but glance sideways at him, a chill in his eyebrows: "Can I understand it that way, this is an order from His Excellency the President and the Magic Association?"

"Just ordered to mediate. ”

Ms. Bled shook her head slightly: "Whether there is a truce or not depends on the wishes of both of you. But I and the President sincerely hope that you will each take a step back. In two months, the general election will begin. During his tenure, Atlanta must not be overly volatile. ”

Roth Linden couldn't help but chuckle, "It's favoritism, Brad." If you're willing to help, we can even go to the Astral Plane to split the winners, which will have limited impact on your campaign. ”

"But how can a change in the power structure not lead to turmoil?"

The middle-aged woman shook her head. She looked sideways at Philip I, and Alexandra Howard.

"Your Excellency the President is impartial, and he will not make things difficult for others. He hoped that the two would make appropriate concessions as compensation for the gentlemen here. ”

"Can you explain, Ms. Brad, why are we making amends?"

Alexandra's eyes were fierce, and she looked at the woman with an unfathomable aura dissatisfied: "This request is too outrageous, Your Excellency the Special Envoy!"

Miss Brad smiled, she didn't answer at all, and only looked at the ongoing battle in the dark world with a relaxed expression.

And after only fifteen breaths, Philip I spoke: "What are you going to want, Consciuli?"

After only a brief contemplation, Conscious was unceremonious: "You have all the shares of the Wildenstein Group and all the board seats, as well as the chairmanship of the Wildenstein Fund Management Committee. And also—"

"Proper concessions do not mean insatiable greed. ”

Ms. Bled interjects here: "I think your previous conditions are appropriate, but you can't ask too much. And Mr. Linden, please consider your conditions carefully, preferably within Mr. Howard's ability. ”

"This is really a fair lady. ”

Roth Linden sarcastically said, then put away his magic scepter: "The Red Dragon Mining Company, as well as the former Linden Real Estate and Linden Hotel chain, I just want to get back some of our family's core property, this shouldn't be too much, right? Let me help him make a deal, the Benedict family in Atlanta, all the properties in Macon, and the Atlantic Intercontinental Bank. Three hundred and fifty billion gold in exchange for a demigod is a good deal, right? It must be mentioned that the government needs to help us transfer ownership of these properties, and we can't afford to pay the expensive property gift tax. ”

"Then it's decided. ”

Madame Brad did not pay attention to Roth's tone, nor did she wait for Alexandra and Philip I's reply: "Then is the time for the truce." ”

"Two months!"

Philip I spoke first, with an unshakable toughness in his tone: "I hope that in two months, the New World Magic Association will oversee this war. ”

"One year!"

Kang Xiuli also spoke coldly and resolutely, with a posture of refusing to give in: "What you can't get on the battlefield, you don't want to get it at the negotiating table, my ancestor." ”

"Then let's compromise for half a year. ”

Ms. Brad rubbed her eyebrows with her fingers, looking very troubled: "The truce contract between you will be witnessed and guarantored by the Magic Association. If you don't have any questions, please sign the deed. ”

She raised her hand, and a few pieces of paperwork were delivered to the four of them. Although it was a sturdy leather scroll, it had no magical effect, except for the seal of the Magic Council below, which radiated a pale blue aura.

"I don't have to explain the consequences of breaking the contract, right?"

Alexandra Howard blushed and signed her name on the scroll, and then he didn't want to stay for a moment, and turned into a white light and threw it towards the north of the city.

Philip I stayed behind after signing, staring at Brad, who sighed softly.

"Poor Mr. Benedict, he has experienced a crushing defeat. But now that the peace treaty has been made, I will send him back to Columbus. ”

She didn't make any movements, except for a gorgeous crown that appeared above her head for a moment. And then the Roland Benedict in the dark world, who had been reduced to pieces of flesh and blood, and was hiding in the stratum struggling to survive. They all disappeared in place, and Robert's all-encompassing pursuit was left in the air.

The man looked slightly stunned, then opened his bloody eyes and looked in the direction of the magic fluctuations. After glancing at Lady Brad through a layer of space-time walls, this one let out a disgruntled snort, and directly flew into the air, and then broke the barrier and stepped into the world of light.

She had no intention of coming to trouble Ms. Brad, and flew straight south.

"This is a formidable warrior, and the Heart of the War Angel has left little trouble on her, and her future is still limitless. ”

Christy Brad couldn't help but admire: "I foresee a new star rising in the continent of America, and it may take less than a hundred years for her to have the opportunity to become a new god of war." ”

Then she smiled: "Then I will leave you, and I will truthfully convey everything here to His Excellency the President, and he will be very pleased with your choice." ”

The moment Ms. Brad's words fell, her figure disappeared completely, as if she had never appeared.

There were only four people left at the scene, and among them, Philip I and Conscioli, naturally met their eyes. Where the eyes of the two men met, it was as if there were sparks bursting out.