"Wow—"

There was a lot of applause at the scene. Whether it was true or false, people were applauding, and everyone had smiles on their faces. Paul Gibson looked at the guests in the audience with satisfaction, and introduced a few more words, but did not give the answer to the previous question. He left the question to the guests and left the ignorance to the banquet. What was His Majesty's attitude towards His Majesty's two proposals, what motives did His Majesty make for those two proposals? Is it colluding with certain groups of forces? What changes will Ankenrien's political situation change in the next political situation? No one can answer these questions, but he can always see some contexts, which are hidden in the words of His Majesty's vague and unclear attitude, hidden in the speculations and comments that were privately spread during this banquet, but they have never been superficial.

"...I want me to tell you that Ailena's Red Flag sedan is a bit unworthy of its name. I have taken their car once and it is really good, but that price, tsk tsk..."

Amid the crowd of people, Garrell Irving, who loves to play, has a lot of playmates around him, as usual. These people approached him, perhaps because he was the younger brother of the Prime Minister, or because he was an expert who was not a good job in the emperor. They gathered together to talk about cars, women, and gossip about the capital, but did not notice the slightest anxiety of Garrell hidden under the surface of cynicism. The Hot Moon Plan has been launched, and these people have no way to go. But why did His Majesty's words just now always make him feel a little chill?

According to the plan, from the beginning of this banquet, from the time when His Majesty the Emperor walked into this banquet hall, the Remote Plan had officially begun. The police and military had been arranged to quickly clean up the loyal royalist party, and the senior officials who had communicated in advance would directly control and drive away the opposition involved. The entire action was rigorous and swift, with the bell as the ringing. When the bell rang five times at four o'clock, Prince Wenfeng would lead all members of the existing cabinet to directly tell the Emperor that his era was over.

This will be a bloodless coup, and the emperor will be abdicated, representing the interests of enlightened nobles, industrial capitalists, and trade brokers. Prince Wenfeng, who advocates cooperation with Elena, will become the new emperor of the country. If everything goes well, the country will get rid of the serfdom, get rid of the feudal monarchy, and directly enter the constitutional monarchy. Only Prince Wenfeng will agree to such a decision. He will eliminate the imperial power he owns with a close determination attitude, and what he gets is an even more civilized, prosperous and powerful Ankenrien.

The clock passed by minute by minute. Emil Irving's granddaughter, the small and beautiful girl Minronia Irving, was chatting with many guests on the scene with the young Prince Gary. Everyone was very concerned about his salute at Elena and was very curious about Elena's condition. After all, everyone had a strong sense of mystery and curiosity about this force that had risen at a miraculous speed within two years. They wanted to know what made Elena develop so rapidly, and they were also curious whether Gastens's magic played a role in this?

Faced with these questions, Prince Gary's answer was polite and just right, so the guests praised Prince Gary's intelligence and said that he was the person who knew Elena best. In the conversation, Gary seemed to be the next emperor who was appointed by the emperor. Few people paid attention to Prince Wenfeng, who followed the emperor with neither strong nor light expression. It seemed that since the Battle of Roninger, the prince who was born in literature and was driven into a general, was silent. Only people in the literary circle also knew the prince's recent paintings and long poems. It seemed that after Prince Eliot's death, Prince Wenfeng returned to his original state, obsessed with art and no other intentions.

As time passed by, Garrell looked at the huge and exquisite clock on the wall. At 3:40, there were still twenty minutes before the agreed time. At this time, Su'anna's palace had been completely blocked by Prince Wenfeng's team, and news outside could not be transmitted. Therefore, no one knew what was happening outside. Whether it was someone who knew nothing about the Reyue Plan or someone who knew something about the Reyue Plan, they could only wait for the bell to ring.

His Majesty the Emperor and his group came to Garrell. Paul Gibson smiled and raised his wine glass at him, shook his gesture, and then lowered his head to tell his son.

"This is Marquis Garrel Irving, the cousin of Emile Irving. He has no interest in politics and likes to have fun and live a lot more comfortable life than we do. When you left two years ago, he came to see you off. Do you remember?"

"I remember, Father."

Gary answered respectfully, and then friendly and reached out to Garrell.

"Uncle Garrell, thank you for giving me the self-defense mail. I wear it most of the time I spent in Elena, it's very safe."

"That's a great honor. If you like it, I can give you one more and one for you, my little girl."

Garyl's words made Minronia blush. The little girl knew Garyl, glared at him, and didn't say anything. Gary smiled and took it with the flow.

"Thank you, Uncle Garrel. I really like the armor you gave me."

"My pleasure."

Garrel bowed another time and watched the royal family in front of her walk towards the next wave of guests. Prince Wenfeng, who was following the emperor and Prince Gary, looked at him as he passed by Garrel. His eyes were calm and nothing seemed to have happened.

The clock is still tickling, it is already 3:50, and it is only ten minutes before the final plan. The insiders who were wandering at the banquet couldn't help but feel nervous. Is the plan outside going well?

"Everyone..."

He brought the little prince to greet all the guests present, and His Majesty the Emperor and his family returned to the stage in front of the venue. "I am very happy today that everyone was able to attend our party. I just brought our little prince Gary to express my sincere gratitude to the guests. Next, the state is busy, so I will go back first. Please enjoy your happy time and don't be restricted!"

Alas, are you leaving?

Garrell suddenly became nervous. If His Majesty the Emperor left now, he would find out that Suanna's palace was blocked. Once he discovered this, with his years of political experience, he would definitely guess what happened. By that time, whether the Hot Moon plan could be successful seemed to have changed from a foregone conclusion to an unsolved one.

What to do? Garrel was a little nervous. He looked around and happened to see his brother, Emil Irving. Irving saw Garrel's panicked eyes and nodded slightly at him, reassuring him. Garrel received this signal and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

His Majesty the Emperor is not a novice, but who is the one who is planning the Hot Month Plan? Everyone is a veteran who has been hang out in the political arena for a long time. You should be familiar with this kind of situation.

"My father, can I say a few words?"

Just as His Majesty the Emperor was about to say goodbye, Prince Wenfeng walked to the front row of the stage rashly. His words were directly transmitted through the loudspeaker without even having the consent of His Majesty the Emperor. At this moment, Garrell's heartbeats a beat. Finally, His Highness couldn't help but take action directly.

Seeing his second son's unexpected appearance, Paul frowned in a difficult sense. His son was not doing his job before, but later he forced him to go to the battlefield. He did not perform well at first, but then he gradually improved. However, in the time of recapturing Ronninger, he massacred aliens and suspected rebels, and even slaughtered the two great dukes. Although it was Paul's sign to eliminate the rebels, the massacre of such no matter how serious it was, regardless of the influence, had it been beyond Paul's original intention. Since then, Paul has been somewhat interested in his son. If Gary had not been sent to Elena by him, he might have been disdainful of the most basic disguise.

"It's rare that the second son wants to speak. Just say anything. Although this is Gary's welcome party, you are his brother. It's no problem if you want to send blessings alone."

"Thank you, Mr. Father," Wen Feng nodded at Paul and faced everyone, "Just just mentioned Gary's brother's suggestion, including reforming the serfdom, reducing the border garrison, and increasing cooperation with Elena. As a witness and participant who had experienced that war and watched his brother die on the battlefield, I was equally curious about the answer to this question. My father, His Majesty the Emperor of Ankenryin, what are your answers to these questions?"

When I heard Prince Wenfeng’s question, the venue suddenly became quiet. Even people like Garrel knew how inappropriate the issue of Prince Wenfeng was. When the court was arguing about this issue, I rashly raised this topic at Prince Gary’s welcome banquet. To put it maliciously, basically I was deliberately trying to hit Prince Gary and the old emperor.

"You asked a good question," Paul Gibson's expression was calm and he could not see his joy or anger. However, those who knew him would understand from the way he used the words, and he was already angry.

"My answers to these questions have always been clear. In the final analysis, the emergence of these questions all come from Ailena. Without Ailena, there would be no problem of escape slaves, nor would there be brokers who became rich in border trade, and Ankenrien's bourgeoisie would not have developed so quickly. To answer this question, we must go back to the initial question and look back at the most fundamental reason. How should we view Ailena?"

Speaking of this, Paul Gibson raised his glass to Dillar Warren, Consul of Elena's Roswell Office, and received a response from Dillar's understanding. So Paul nodded and continued.

"How to view Elena, in the final analysis, the problem comes back to a person, a man who relies on his own to save Elena from the brink of destruction, won Elena two years of peaceful development, and gave Elena the most precious strategic opportunity period, the chairman of the Communist Party, Gastenth Warren, the legendary closest to the great magician. To be honest, after Gastenth released the forbidden spell magic, we thoroughly, carefully, exhausted all possible and all power, and thoroughly investigated Gastenth's background. What results did we get?"

The venue became quieter and many people began to look at Dillar Warren's face. What Paul Gibson said now has involved major secrets. When Elena's official representative was here, these words should not be revealed at all.

"His Majesty--"

Emil Irving called softly, trying to remind Paul Gibson that he had begun to leak state secrets. However, his kindness was interrupted by Paul's angrily shout.

"Shut up!"

Emil Irving opened his eyes wide in surprise. For a long time, Paul hadn't spoken to him like this. His thoughts, which were suspended due to surprise, lost the last chance to interrupt Paul Gibson.

"The result we got is very simple. Gastenth, a serf who grew up in the family of Lauriece Bass, a young landlord, who was born in the family of the Willow River. He has never received a formal education even for a day since he was a child. His father and his mother were also serfs, and he was also illiterate. With such an environment and such a family background, how can we educate a descendant who can make steam engines, use multiple languages, and even be proficient in magic? We cannot explain it, and no one can explain it. However, this fact still happened. He violated all common sense and all understanding. He put such a knowledgeable, proficient in steam engines, understands the etiquette of the upper class, and even releases magic in front of us. So, we have to ask not only a question, is Gastenth now really Gastenth?"

The atmosphere in the venue became quieter, and no one had ever thought about this question. However, with Paul's decisive statement, people suddenly realized a topic that made them a little neglected. Can that serf Gastens really become the current Gastens?

"Everyone here, you all know the history of magic and the magic of magic. Magic can completely change a person's appearance, or completely disguise one person as another. In history, it has not been once or twice that a well-known magician has changed his identity and hiding his identity to experience life. And if you are familiar with the history of magic, you should even know that this power of changing identities, even the process that every magician has to go through. When they feel bored of life, they will use one

Magic makes oneself become another person and live another life. And all the people replaced by them have undergone tremendous changes. The illiterate people can suddenly write gorgeous articles, the cowardly and vulgar people suddenly become righteous and fearless, and the people who do not know how to fight suddenly become military experts. Isn’t this change familiar to you? Or, let me understand one more thing, now Gastens, and the Gastens who releases magic, really, is it the Gastens in the beginning?”

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Chapter completed!