When the Iron Hand Marquis Titans Christine met Duel Conton, the grand duke of Lingyan, the hottest grand duke after the banquet incident, the new prime minister of the empire had just returned from the palace. He cleaned up briefly and met Monte Titans Christine in the study.

"Listen to Daya, don't you like communism and Elena very much?", sitting behind the huge and empty desk, Dulle Conton's face was obviously exhausted. Three days ago, the entire Roswell was restless because of the failed Hemmon Plan. The emperor's royal police and the cabinet's military police arrested people everywhere, whether it was involved or not the Hemmon coup. The only relatively open-minded person was the petty citizens who were not very clear about what was going on. They worked day after day, and were not very concerned about the life and death of those big men.

"Yes, I not only don't like communism, but I also don't like those hypocritical nouveau riche. Nobles should have the temperament and inheritance of a noble. Without a hundred years of family history, how can I be qualified to call myself a noble? Those nouveau riche will be in trouble sooner or later."

Titans saluted gracefully, but his tone was not very harmonious. Duller Conton let go of his last warning. He had conducted a detailed investigation of Titans Christine and Phylas Nafle, and could confirm each other through various channels. The strange surname of Monte Cristo existed when the Third Republic of Vern was still the Empire. Moreover, according to the information of the Mage Tower, the family was still in contact with the great magician Huni Havary at that time. After verifying the source, the lonely man who had no connection with Ankenryin became the best candidate for a certain idea of ​​Duller Conton.

"You also know what happened recently. Emil Irving and the Irving family tried to rebel, and they were involved. Yesterday, Prince Wenfeng was also imprisoned by His Majesty and persuaded to enter Taiwan. I guess he will never be able to get out of this life. A large number of new nobles and the nouveau riche you don't like were arrested, and many positions were vacant. These positions are reserved for those who truly support His Majesty and me, Dul Conton. Marquis Titans, Your Majesty and I both appreciate your position and ability, and have heard of your long-standing ancestors. Do you have any ideas about these positions? If so, as the new prime minister, I can still do this."

Hearing Condon's words, Titans knew that he had passed the test. The emperor and his new confidant, Dulle Condon, had regarded himself as his own. This was the biggest progress in the intelligence work of the Elena Anti-Investigation Bureau so far. He saluted respectfully, calmed down his heartbeat, and then looked up, with a little flattery in his loyalty.

"Sir, I like your country's serfdom very much. I don't want it to change because of the ideas of Xinram. If possible, can I be the minister who manages the serfdom?"

"That's the Minister of Agriculture," Condon shrugged, "This is not the most profitable position, and it is still questioned now. Don't you want to be the official manager of Ailena's products? That's a fat and oily position!"

"Tsk—", Titans did not hide his contempt for Elena, "I can't kill those barbarians who are unordered and do not understand. If I could kill them, they would not be rampant until now. How could a country have no nobles? How could a mud-legged slut be the same as a noble? We were born aristocrats, and they were born a mud-legged sluts. This is the law of the world!"

"Puchi--"

Duller Conton smiled. Although he knew Titans' attitude, it was still a bit funny to hear a man from the Republic say this to himself. However, the question of the last test was over. Titans should be someone who could trust. It was time to tell him the truth.

"Titans Conan Doyle Carl Downe Monte Cristo Marquis", a rare sight, Dower Conton used the full name of Titans. Hearing this name by Dower Conton, Titans knew that the play meat was coming, so he closed his legs and stood up, waiting for subsequent orders.

"Your Majesty has decided to launch a general attack on Elena in three days. The 800,000 army is ready for combat, and the evidence that Gastens is not a magician has been fully grasped. Elena, a deformed thief who intends to subvert Ankenrien, will eventually be destroyed. After discussion and discussion with Your Majesty, we have decided to appoint you as the serf system reform officer, responsible for abolishing our country's serf system and giving equal identities to serfs!"

"ah?"

Titans was stunned. The news of Ankenry being prepared to start the war was very important, and he had to find a way to send it out. But what happened to the official title given to him later? The reform of the serf system? Paul Gibson's head was clamped by the door?

"I know you don't understand," Duller Conton smiled, "Eilena's policy has had too bad influence among the serfs, and many serfs want to escape. We are about to start a war against Eilena. His Majesty has been planning this battle for a long time. If there are any chaos in the serfs in the rear, such as rebellion, riots, etc., it may affect the outcome of our war. In order to prevent such a thing, His Majesty will introduce policies to start a pilot program of abolishing the serfdom in Montenegro, and provide serfs with more than Eilena than Eilena.

The purpose of this pilot is to stabilize the serf class in China and prevent them from thinking about Ailena, knowing that they will not rebel, riot, or fight to the death, and be free. After the war is victorious, the pilot will be cancelled and the serf policy will continue. Therefore, the person in charge of this work must be a person who likes serfdom and must be a person who is not so easily persuaded by domestic capitalists. After thinking about it, we found you. Do you understand?"

It turned out to be just a trick.

Titans breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little surprised at the emperor's thoughts. If everything really went according to his plan, Ankenry, who had defeated Elena, would have extremely strong voice. At that time, as long as the country settled and the war trauma recovered, the pilot was cancelled, even if the serfs were willing, they would not be able to find a way to fight for their own power without the help of external forces like Elena.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Titans bowed again, but he began to worry about the upcoming war again. Although there were some vague clues before, Elena was also very cautious about Paul Gibson, but at this time, the information in his hand must be found to be sent out.

"This move is really beautiful. It stabilizes the domestic situation during the war and cuts off the gap for Elena to replenish its troops. It can temporarily unite the domestic bourgeoisie, eliminate opposition forces, and form a joint force to attack Elena. At that time, our 800,000 army will attack the opponent's 120,000 units, and all equipped with heavy sword rifles. It is impossible to lose!"

Titans didn't mind revealing his thoughts. As a person who was valued, he had to show his basic abilities. As for the information about the heavy sword, although it was kept confidential, many people in Roswell knew about it, so there was no need to deliberately pretend not to know.

"That's it," Duller Conton handed over a scroll to Titans, "The appointment letter has been written, you can just take it, what's the problem?"

"that……"

Montetans Christchurch hesitated for a moment, "How did your Majesty know that Gastens is not the Great Magician?"

"This... is not what you should know. If there is nothing else, go back and prepare. Tomorrow at noon, Your Majesty and I will see you off. The serfs from Montenegro and Montenegro are waiting for you, the savior!"

"I dare not..."

He bowed his head and bowed again, Titans turned around and said goodbye. He knew enough information, and the next step was to find a way to send it out.

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Watching Monte Titans Christine leave, Duller Conton is silent for a while and rings the bell. After a while, the butler Daya Jackman appears in front of him.

"You have found a few suitable accountants. Now that the Xinram has been arrested, his Majesty has handed over their inventory and property to me. You go to Phelas, ask him for some people, take our own accountants, and search the house. What should you do, do you know?"

"I understand, master."

Daya Jackman nodded and asked again.

"I heard that your Majesty already knows that Gastens is not the great magistrate?"

Hearing this question, Dulle Conton glanced at Daya, "Your message is quite good, it's that way. Ailena is finished, do you understand?"

"I understand, my master."

Daya Jackman bowed and stepped back, leaving only a man sitting behind the desk thinking.

What should a world without Elena look like?

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"Your Majesty, is it risky to say so? After all, our conclusion is just inference. There is no evidence to prove that Gastens has a way to release that magic, nor does it support him with the ability to continuously release magic. However, this conclusion cannot deny that he is a great magician. Do you have any considerations to promote the national war on this basis?"

Didier Lashaw, the director of the Mage Tower Research Institute, stood in front of Paul Gibson, with a look of panic. He had just learned that the war was about to come, but he didn't expect that His Majesty was so bold that he dared to bet on that person's trump card.

"It is a miracle to release magic once, where can I get the possibility of releasing twice?" Paul Gibson smiled, "You don't have to worry about this. Elena is already in a difficult situation. If we don't use this method, we will eventually be destroyed by them. We can only use their fledglings to destroy their main force and destroy them with absolute advantage. Only in this way can Ankenrien's royal family continue. Do you understand? I don't need you to give me a 100% answer, I only need a support that can make me win. For those core members, your caliber must be consistent with me, do you understand? Use your professional terms in the Mage Tower to make them believe that Gastens can no longer release magic. This is your job, this is the purpose of getting you back, do you understand?"

"I understand, Your Majesty."

Didier Lashaw bowed his head and looked determined when he raised his head again.

"If, if Gastens was really a great magician, then I would definitely not die after His Majesty!"

"Okay."

Paul looked at the old man in front of him, "What kind of combat effectiveness do you have like this? Do your job well and wait for my news!"

"I understand, your majesty."

Didier Lashaw turned around and said goodbye. Paul was the only one left in the huge study. He thought for a while and shouted softly at the back of the screen.

"Come out, son."

The ninth prince Gary Gibson came out. He stepped forward two steps, pulled a stool and sat opposite the emperor, looking at his father very seriously.

"Father, I've really chosen the second one for the two paths I gave you, which really surprised me."

"Why, can't I be impulsive when my father?" Paul Gibson looked at the ninth prince in front of him, with appreciation in his eyes. Soon after returning to Roswell, after proposing the suggestion of proactively abolishing serfdom, his youngest son gave himself another suggestion in private.

Elena's growth rate is very terrible. If it is not killed when they grow up, then Ankenryin will have no chance.

Reform yourself, or destroy the enemy. These are the two suggestions brought back by the ninth prince Gary Gibson from Elena, each of which hits Ankenry's most painful point.

"Your Majesty, I came back from Elena and still have some understanding of Elena's production capacity. Their soldiers, farmers and workers are very cohesive. Although the total strength is small, they have very strong combat power. Our army is large, but they are not strong enough in combat. I think that if we really want to fight, we must concentrate all our strength to win the first battle, and then separate Siloa and Enspan province at the fastest speed. Siloa province is the largest iron ore production area in Elena, and Enspan province is their industrial gathering place. After dividing these two parts and implementing a comprehensive blockade, Elena's huge industrial machinery will not be able to operate smoothly, so we have the hope of a complete victory."

“Very good, very good.”

Paul Gibson looked at his son and nodded with relief. He had a long time to think about Elena, and his son coincided with him. Since that's the case, what else can he hesitate? As Gary said, the more time Elena gets, the closer Ankenry's death will be. The war he launched will become a battle of redemption, a war that determines Ankenry's fate. As Gary said, absolutely, you cannot lose.

"Master Father", Gary observed Paul's expression, "The reason why I made the first suggestion to you when Minronia was there and the second suggestion in private is actually to leave us a way out. If this war fails and Ankenry falls, we still need someone to inherit the blood of the royal family. As a representative of the royal reformists, Elena should need me to stabilize the upper class of this country, so..."

Paul calmed down. He looked at his sixteen-year-old son, silent for a long time, stood up and rubbed Gary's head.

"It's not a good place to persuade Taiwan to enter, you really want to go?"

"Eilena has been there for two years, what else can I go?" Gary Gibson's eyes were full of determination, "Father, this is all for our Gibson family."

"For the Gibsons..."

Paul frowned and finally made up his mind.
Chapter completed!