Just as Elena's army briefly renovated and began to leave Enspan and enter Gad, Ankenrien's emperor Paul Gibson was drinking tea with Brooklyn Arquette, the tiny courtyard where she was imprisoned.

"Every time you come to me, it's because you encounter something unpleasant. Why is this time?"

While pouring tea, she asked softly. Brooklyn's movements were extremely smooth. Before she became the director of the Mage Tower, she was also a magic apprentice and was extremely proficient in these etiquettes.

"Oh--"

Paul Gibson sneered, "Some clowns who usually don't have the courage to come out, but now they come out and make noise when they lose the battle. It's really noisy."

"If you lose, you lose," Brooklyn comforted absent-mindedly, "No one in this world can win forever, too, so do you, too, Gastenth Warren. They just have the upper hand for the time being. What's there to be afraid of if you have the entire Ankenrien?"

Paul Gibson turned his head to look at Brooklyn, his expression was terrible.

"Say, are you laughing at me in your heart, like them?"

"Laughing you?" Arquette didn't even look at Paul Gibson's eyes. "My life and death are in your mind. Why do I laugh at you? If you win, I can't leave this yard. If you lose, I'm still in this yard. Is there any difference?"

Paul Gibson breathed a little relieved when he heard Arquette's explanation. He picked up the teacup and drank it all, "That's true, but the situation is not good now. I heard the wind saying that someone is conspiring to subvert me, and the reason is this war. I just did what I should do for this country. They are not in this position and cannot see the risks now. I saw it, I tried it, I failed, but this cannot be a reason for their rebellion, right?"

"The failure of the war is not your reason," Brooklyn poured herself a cup of tea, "If you change it, you will still lose the same way in the war."

"They want to change to an emperor who does not fight, an obedient, son emperor!"

Paul Gibson poured himself a glass and drank it all. He was about to say something, but he heard the chaotic footsteps coming from outside the yard. After a while, the new prime minister, Duller Conton, the grand duke of Ling Yan, ran in. Brooklyn just glanced at Conton's expression and knew something was wrong. She put her arms away, fell silent, and waited for the news.

"Why, didn't you say you shouldn't come in at this time?" Paul Gibson stood up and rebuked, "What's wrong?"

"Ailena, Ailena's army has entered the territory of Gad Province! They took the initiative to attack us! The Giant Beast Convoy took the lead, and the 10th Army of the National Salvation Army, responsible for defense, fought for twenty minutes, and the front was defeated!"

"Bang--"

The teacup in Paul Gibson's hand, who had just remained basically calm, fell to the ground. He swallowed gently before continuing to ask in a hoarse voice.

"You... are sure?"

"I'm sure, your majesty." Duller Conton bowed his head and saluted, "Please go back to the palace immediately to discuss countermeasures."

"Okay, I'll go!"

After saying that, Paul Gibson left without looking back. Dulle Conton, who was following him, looked at Brooklyn Arquette, who lowered his head and said nothing, and turned around and left.

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"Gastens is still too arrogant. Defensive battles and offensive battles are two different things. His attack at this time seems extremely powerful, but in fact he has helped us alleviate the already intense internal conflicts. With this offense, I can continue to be the safe emperor for a while. So, you said, isn't he a little stupid?"

While talking, he entered a conference room on the east side of the palace. After calming down, Paul Gibson soon saw the political shortcomings of Gastens's attack. In his opinion, Gastens, who had a chance of winning 90%, would directly lose at least 30% of the winning rate because of this attack.

"Your Majesty, I think what you said is reasonable. But the problem now is that we have no army to stop them. If they fight all the way to Roswell, we may be very difficult..."

The Prime Minister Dul Conton stopped halfway through his words. In the conference room originally planned to hold an emergency meeting, a person who should never appear appeared.

The ninth prince, Gary Gibson.

"Why are you here?"

Paul Gibson had actually guessed something. He glanced at Rob Hedland behind Gary Gibson, sneered, and did not give Gary a chance to reply, and spoke softly at Rob Hedland.

"The remnants of the Mage Tower finally couldn't help but jump out? I thought I could do whatever I wanted by pulling my youngest son? I thought that Gastens, who was attacking here, was yours? Don't be naive, Gastens won't help you, and Gary won't help you, do you understand?"

"Your Majesty", Rob Hedland saluted with a blank expression, "State work, you have worked hard for so long, it's time to rest."

After saying that, he didn't give Paul Gibson a chance to speak. With a wave, he sent four soldiers to surround Paul. At the same time, more soldiers rushed out from inside and outside the house and controlled Paul Gibson's entourage, including Dulle Conton.

"You-you will regret it!"

Seeing this, Paul Gibson knew that the situation was going to go. He had no time to think about why he had not received any warnings for this rebellion, nor did he have no time to think about why Gary Gibson instead of Wenfeng Gibson became the puppet they chose. The competition for the throne was cruel. He had lost and had very few things he could do. He looked at his son with complicated eyes. Afterwards, he turned around and left the conference room. The four soldiers led him and disappeared from Rob Hedland's vision like escorting prisoners.

"Very good", watching Paul walk away, Rob Hedland turned around and faced the room of Ankenrien official.

"From today on, Paul Gibson has officially abdicated and the throne is taken over by Gary Gibson. Now, let us welcome Emperor Ankenriin, Gary Gibson with the most solemn etiquette!"

The conference room heard the endless applause. Gary Gibson stood up and smiled, but his little body was not at all frightened. He waited for everyone to applaud and ended, and then he said his first sentence after becoming emperor in a crisp voice.

"Time is tight, let's discuss how to write the surrendered letter of the country?"

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Royal Police Chief, Phelas Nafle, walked through the heavily guarded courtyard and stood at the door of a room. The soldiers in charge of guarding the room were full of armor. They looked at Phelas and reached out to signal him to stop.

"I am Royal Police Chief Philas Nafle, this is the handwritten book of Prime Minister Dul Conton, I want to go in."

Phelas Nafle handed out a pampering roll, and took it to the left by the steel armored warrior, carefully checked it, and then made way, and had not forgotten to remind him in a dull voice.

"You have only twenty minutes, and we will stare at you."

Phelas nodded and waited for the two soldiers to unlock the door. After that, he walked into the room and saw him sitting on the sofa and looking at his former emperor, Paul Gibson.

"I'm wondering, when you will come, you will come."

Paul Gibson smiled and stood up, "Sit down, now I'm not the emperor, we can have a good chat."

Phylas Nafle did not sit down. He fluttered and knelt in front of Paul Gibson, lowered his head and said nothing. Paul was stunned for a moment, his face became serious.

"I thought you were here to reminisce about the past, so you welcome you. But if you came to apologize, there is no need. Since you chose this path, you know that I cannot forgive you. However, an old man who has no power and may die at any time will not have any impact on your career, right?"

"His Majesty--"

Phelas Nafle was not loud, but he was full of emotions. He bent down and knocked his head on the ground, making a bang sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Paul no longer looked at the powerful man on the ground. He turned his head and looked out the window. This room was the side hall of the palace, and there was nothing else outside the window except a autumn locust tree. In the current season, the autumn locust tree had just grown leaves, small and motionless.

As if a century had passed, Phylas Nafle stopped. He knew that His Majesty the Emperor would not forgive him. As His Majesty the Emperor's Confidant, he had no reason to know about this coup. Any defense or concealment was redundant. He had betrayed his master, and there was no doubt.

"Your Majesty, you are really wrong in this matter." Knowing that you cannot be forgiven, Fellas had to explain on his own, "Rare to start a war against Elena, and coerce the Mage Tower Research Institute to issue a false statement, sending more than 800,000 Ankenrien to the battlefield, just for your own selfish interests. I do not agree with this matter. However, if you can win, you must be a wise king, so I don't object. However, as a result, you and I have seen that the battle failed, more than 200,000 people died or disappeared, and we also lost the room for maneuver with Elena. After the war, we also lost the room for maneuver with Elena.

During this period, several grand dukes have reached an agreement. You can no longer continue to be the emperor. Although I am the Royal Police Chief, I am not invincible, nor omnipotent. I was imprisoned and imprisoned. At that time, you were anxious about the progress of the war and did not even notice my disappearance. Yesterday, our intelligence channels had already learned about Elena's plan to send troops. The grand dukes did not want to be completely eliminated, so they could only choose to speed up the implementation of the plan and replace you. I hope that through this measure, the anger of that person can be calmed and time for Ankenry... "

"You are all wrong," Paul Gibson sighed softly, "He attacked Ankenrien not for revenge, nor for our offense, but because our attacks offended him, but because the National Salvation Army lost power, we no longer have the power to stop him. This man, Gastens Warren, is a very selfish and very utilitarian person. Everything he does is for his goal, and there is no place for you and me in his goal, nor the position of the seven grand dukes. They overturned what I wanted to do, not what Gastens wanted. They were not as good as I knew Gastens, I studied him carefully and understood his past in depth. Everything he did had only a very clear purpose, and anyone who stood in front of his goal would be defeated and killed by him. If you don't understand this truth, you will regret it sooner or later."

"Your Majesty", Phelas Nafle knelt on the ground and straightened his body, "Is there no way to live peacefully? Before you start the war, our relationship with Elena eased. They bought our light industrial products, we represented their steam engines, everyone had money to make money, and the great nobles even lived better. If we handle our relationship with Elena carefully, we can make money from them while creating markets for our factories, and at the same time try to imitate their steam engines. After all, they only have two provinces and cannot threaten our rule-"

“It is impossible to threaten our rule?”

Paul Gibson sneered, "If you really think so, you will be too naive, and the facts will prove your stupidity."

"His Majesty……"

"Don't call me Your Majesty, that title has nothing to do with me. I know, you won't let me live for a long time, so, now, please don't bother me, okay?"

Paul issued an order to expel guests. Although Phelas wanted to continue, he knew it was not appropriate. He saluted and remained silent. Paul Gibson said that he would not live long, and Phelas agreed. But as Paul Gibson's confidant, how long can he live even if he betrayed?

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"Your Majesty, this is our plan, I hope you can agree and approve it. Now Ankenryin has reached the point where it must be reformed, and you have made similar suggestions to Your Majesty, so, I think, you will understand our painstaking efforts."

Rob Hedland stood in front of Gary Gibson with a humble tone. On the table between him and Gary, there was a sheepskin scroll. Gary Gibson looked up at him, picked up the scroll, and signed his name without looking at it.

"All uncles are Ankenryin's loyal ministers, and the suggestions they made are for Ankenryin, so naturally there is no need to look at them. I think the matter of the noble parliament can be so certain. As for the reform bills that uncles say to promote the improvement of serfs' status, I have no objection. Please rest assured, uncles, I, Gary Gibson, will never forget that my mission is to make Ankenryin's life better!"

"The son can teach, the son can teach!!"

The Grand Duke of Copper Shield Denbach Lebron smiled, laughing and applauding. Aside him, Ankenry also applauded by the seven Grand Dukes at the top of power and the heads of the three major families of the Mage Tower Capital Division. Since the young emperor Gary Gibson signed the scroll, Ankenry has entered a new era.
Chapter completed!