Roswell, Sanctions Mage Tower.

Emperor Paul Gibson stood in the Rose Hall on the 19th floor of the Sanctions Mage Tower, looking at the walls with obvious decorations in the style of the cradles, and was silent. Behind him, many of the Mage Tower people gathered again were busy.

"His Majesty."

Emir Irving, the Prime Minister of the Empire, walked in from the door of the Rose Hall and saw Paul at a glance. He gasped for a few seconds and walked to the side of the imperial emperor.

"kindness?"

With a light nasal sound, Paul Gibson was not very emotional. He reached out and brushed the curtains on the walls and studied the golden threads on the curtains.

"Recently, more and more people have escaped into Elena through the blockade line, most of which are serfs. Many serfs in many places have even fled in groups, and the local people have a lot of opinions. Many people have already reported to me that they suggest increasing the blockade of the border and preventing the serfs from escaping into Elena. Your Majesty, should we take measures?"

"Has it been severely blocked? I heard from Phelas Nafle that they can catch thousands of serfs trying to cross the border every day. Local police also arrange bright and dark posts and patrols at the border. They even have the power to directly kill serfs trying to cross the border. Isn't that enough?"

"Actually it's not enough..."

Although he was unwilling to admit it, Emil Irving knew that he could not lie at this time. "The local opinion was to suggest that we directly send troops to block the border and completely block the border. Some people suggested that we establish a wall to completely isolate our communication with Elena."

"The wall? The army? Trying to block a great magician?" Paul Gibson shook his head, "They don't want me to do this emperor anymore. This method is not possible. We must do the peace on the surface with Elena. If we really give the excuse over there, I, the emperor, can't continue."

Emil didn't say anything, and he couldn't answer the words of His Majesty the Emperor. Paul Gibson was silent for a while and changed the topic.

"Can Gastens release magic? Is there any news?"

"This is the charge of Sheriff Nafle, I just know a rough idea." Emile tactfully reminded the emperor that intelligence work is under the charge of the Royal Police, Phyllas Nafle, is not his own duty.

"It's probably just that. Navle is not in Roswell lately, tell me."

"Gastens's public caliber is now that he can only release magic once, and he has released it. He said that he is not the great magician now, and Elena's official caliber has never said that he is the great magician. However, our intelligence personnel in Enspan Province have reported that Elena's folk sayings are actually the great magician."

"Folk statement..."

Paul Gibson paused, his tone a little unsteady. At this time, he seemed to hear Paul Gibson's conversation. From the busy crowd behind them, an old man walked up wearing the robe of a high-level researcher at the Mage Tower.

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

Paul Gibson and Emil Irving looked at the old man at the same time. His name was Didier Lashaw, who was previously a member of the Mage Tower Research Institute and was later dismissed. Shortly after Gastens released the forbidden spell magic again, His Majesty the Emperor re-established the Mage Tower Research Institute, and he was found to serve as the head of the team.

"Tell me."

Paul Gibson nodded and looked at the old man. Gastens provided the information to the outside world was too absolute, so he did not dare to believe it completely. You know, in history, playing with people's hearts was a passionate hobby of many magicians. Taking action against Elena rashly with just one sentence "I can no longer release magic", is definitely a very irrational behavior with a strong self-inflicted suspicion of death. Therefore, he re-established the Mage Tower Research Institute, hoping to understand this simple fact.

Gastens, can he release magic?

"We have no answer to whether Gastens can continue to release magic. However, we have a clearer understanding of the current situation of magic after the third great magic wave." Didier Lashau's experience is actually somewhat similar to Luna. The collapse of the Mage Tower made him useless in his entire learning. When he was most embarrassed, he couldn't even make up a meal. Now that he finally had the opportunity to work for His Majesty again, he naturally spared no effort.

When Paul Gibson heard Didier Lashaw's first words, he was a little dissatisfied. Without a result, what else would you say? However, he has been in charge of this research institute for more than two months. These people are very attentive in their work, and now he also needs a third party's point of view. Therefore, Paul Gibson did not get angry, but gave Lashaw a look and asked him to continue.

"The third great magic tide completely destroyed the magic system. We are not the great magicians, and we don't know what it feels like to be a great magician. However, from the results we observed, all the great magicians have lost the ability to mobilize magic power. At the same time, all the magic arrays in the mage tower have also failed. Moreover, not only the mage tower, but all things that rely on magic or magic arrays have lost their function in the country and even around the world. At the same time, we also did another test, that is, after the third great magic tide, we tried to build a new magic array to see if it could work. Unfortunately, because all the magic control bracelets have failed, we cannot mobilize magic power, and there is no way to implement whether the magic array is effective. Therefore, in fact, we cannot know whether those newly built magic arrays can operate."

"Why can the magic-sensing bracelet still work?" Although Paul Gibson is not a member of the Mage Tower system, as the emperor, he still has a good understanding of the basic knowledge of the Mage Tower.

"The magic-sensing bracelet is not made based on magic. It senses the energy of pyroxene scattered in the air. However, because only magic can emit pyroxene energy, it becomes the magic-sensing bracelet."

The old man lowered his head and replied with a respectful attitude. Prime Minister Emil Irving took a step forward and asked softly.

"so what?"

Emil Irving doesn't like this old man. Didier Lashaw and his knowledge should disappear with that passing era and be buried, rather than floating in the world like a corpse-scammer. But even so, seeing His Majesty's interest in him, he had to be his supporting role and ask questions on his own initiative.

"So... our conclusion now is that we know that the third great magic tide destroyed the magician's ability to mobilize magic power and also destroyed all existing magic circles. However, we cannot confirm whether the newly created magic circle can work because we do not have a great magician. Moreover, according to information, Gastenth uses Luke's robe, and the magic circle on that robe should have been destroyed. We don't know how Gastenth released that magic?"

"Maybe he can still mobilize his magic?"

Emil Irving was raised by Lashaw's question, and if things really were as Lashaw said, how did Gastens activate magic?

"It is still not enough to just restore the ability to mobilize magic. He must also ensure that the magic array on the robe can be used, and also have a forbidden spell array that can be activated. Only in this way can he use the magic array on the robe to connect the forbidden spell array and guide the magic to activate the forbidden spell. Just relying on the magic power on the robe, it is impossible for him to launch such a large-scale forbidden spell magic..."

"But you said that all the magic arrays have expired?" Paul Gibson also heard the problem. "If all the forbidden spell arrays have expired, how can he mobilize the magic power of the forbidden spell array?"

"This is the key point that we cannot explain." Lasha seemed to be satisfied with attracting the attention of these big names. "After Gastenth released the forbidden spell magic, we re-checked several magic circles we could find, and all of them could not be used. So, we can only assume that Gastenth built a new forbidden spell magic circle after the third great magic wave, but the time and cost of building the forbidden spell magic circle was very high. I have checked Gastenth's experience, and he could not have the time and economic ability."

"After talking about this, I still don't know if Gastenth is a magician and can continue to release magic?"

Emil Irving's tone was already filled with dissatisfaction. The old man came over and said a lot, but he did not provide any useful information? What is the use of it?

"Hey, Irving, this is not the same," Paul Gibson smiled. "At least I understand what Lashau means. He is saying that the fact that Gastens can release magic itself is contrary to the basic understanding now, right?"

"Yeah, that's it," Lashao bowed deeply, "Sorry for not helping too much."

"Okay, you go back."

Paul Gibson waved his hand and drove Lasha away and continued to chat with Emile.

"Although Lasha didn't tell me the answer, I at least know that even in the eyes of professionals like Mage Tower, Gastens's ability to release magic is an unexplainable thing. In my opinion, it would be great if one thing is unexplainable and incredible. It would be impossible to appear twice in a row."

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

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

"Stop talking, I have my own judgment. Let me say something good, how is the war in Roninger?"

Speaking of this, Emil's expression also relaxed a little. He bowed his waist and continued to report.

"The battle in Roninger went smoothly, and our large army had recovered most of the lost territory and approached the city of Roninger. The combat effectiveness of the six major legions of the National Salvation Army was not something that Roninger could resist. If everything went well, we could end the battle before the deep winter."

"Don't be too optimistic." Paul Gibson looked happy, but his tone was still serious. "Ronin's bastard is not such a person who can give in. You must be careful that he delays avoiding the war. The late winter is not suitable for fighting. Everyone knows this fact. If he can't retreat, delays avoiding the war, and delays until the late winter comes, then there will be more variables."

"That's natural," Emil Irving nodded, "A quick battle and quick decision have always been our thinking, and it will not give Charlie Ronin the rebels who have the chance to drag them over. Your Majesty, if we can calm the Ronninger rebellion this winter, we will have more strength to deal with Elena."

"That's natural..." Paul Gibson nodded, "Charlie Ronin is no longer a concern. It is not difficult to deal with the National Salvation Army that was originally used to deal with the Negro Republic and Elena. When Ronninger is quelled, don't disband the National Salvation Army, and all of them are pulled onto the border with Elena. He is the great magician, and we won't beat him. But it's not that easy for him to ask for people from us, right?"

"Your Majesty is wise", Emil Irving bowed with a sincere tone. Paul Gibson smiled reservedly and walked along the curtains around the Rose Hall. He liked to stay in the Mage Tower recently, looking at the tower and understanding its past and growth seemed to make him confirm that he is almost unrestrained.

Outside the window, the dim sunlight shone peacefully on the sky of Roswell, covering the entire city with a layer of warmth.

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While Paul Gibson was talking about Charlie Ronin, the Grand Duke of the Glacier was also talking about Paul Gibson. He was wearing a fur coat, sitting in a wheelchair, staying at the gate of Ronninger, looking at the dense army in front.

"Sir, we..."

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

Charlie Ronin looked up at him, his eyes bleak.

"...We must find a way to delay until the arrival of deep winter. As long as we can delay until the arrival of deep winter, we will have room for improvement. Otherwise, otherwise..."

Karim obviously didn't want to say the rest, but neither he nor his third adopted son, Varsh Ronin, knew what he wanted to say. If this continues, Ronninger will definitely be in danger.

“Snow…”

Charlie Ronin in the wheelchair did not give the answer, but repeated the name of the biological son he had lost. Karim and Varsh looked at each other and knew that they could no longer rely on the old father. He had fought for his whole life and had done too much for Ronninger. The rest was indeed not something that an old man like him could bear.

"what to do?"

Just behind Charlie Ronin, Karim looked at Valsh with a question in his tone.

"Stay here first, I'll go find you tonight."

Varsh had some thoughts, but he knew that these thoughts were inconvenient to talk about them here. He nodded to Karim and stopped discussing this topic. Karim also knew that some things were not good to talk about now, and he was silent. The two of them looked at the army outside the city together with the Grand Duke of the Glacier in the wheelchair.

Long time, silent.

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At night, Varsh came to Karim's residence, a huge courtyard.

"My brother, you are here."

Karim had been waiting for Valsh's arrival for a long time. He asked Valsh to sit down and fill in tea for him.

"Brother, the matter is urgent, and I will not go around with you. Roninger is about to finish. Even if we have been in the deep winter, as long as the great magician of Ailena does not attack the emperor, we will definitely have no future. The great magician of Ailena, no matter how you look at it, you only care about his own development and will not help us. For the sake of the present, you can only abandon the ship and escape."

"Abandoned ship to escape?"

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

Valsh nodded, "We are not Snow, and what he always wanted is Snow."

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

“Can there be a plan?”

Karim skipped more criticism, thought and reflection, and jumped directly to the execution situation.

"I have contact with the other side. If we surrender, we can get the position of Grand Duke and be worry-free for a lifetime." Valsh was obviously prepared and provided key information when he opened his mouth.

"Is it trustworthy?"

"Only believe it."

The room fell into silence again, and even the pyroxene used for lighting seemed to feel the emotions of the two of them, and gradually became dimmed.

"There's no way, after all, we're not Snow."

Karim left his last sentence and stood up and left.

"I'll go see my father."

"I'll go, too."
Chapter completed!