Lu Yuan, May 867, Roswell.

Brooklyn Arquette, the director of the Mage Tower Research Institute, opened the door and saw the lush autumn locust on both sides of the guide road. It was decided to carry the seedlings from the Negro Republic five years ago. They grew rapidly and grew gratifyingly. Although it was only five years ago, they were able to shade most of the road of the guide road, making tourists walking on the road less hot and cooler.

"Dean."

"Dean."

Several young men walked past Brooklyn and greeted her respectfully. Brooklyn nodded and said nothing. Many of these children were descendants of the former noble family. They could not bear hardship and did not want to be merchants to ask for help everywhere, so they found connections and entered the institute. The Master Tower Research Institute studied the era of passing, an era that lasted for thousands of years and established the dominance of mankind in this world. Conducting such research, there was no time requirement or pressure of performance, and could also come into contact with many precious objects, understand the secrets of history, and the treatment was pretty good, and it was very popular. As for the proletariat's contempt for office parasites like them, most of the people in the institute had already laughed it off.

It has been ten years since the signing of the glacier contract. In the past ten years, the situation in the world has been almost the same as that of Gastenth. The three capitalist powers rarely have conflicts because of Ankenry because of this common enemy. And Ankenry's relationship with the three major capitalist countries has not reached the brink of being too dangerous. President Gastenth attaches great importance to this point. He always carefully maintains Ankenry's generational difference advantage in steam technology, controls the size of the army and military expenditure,

Maintaining high-quality and appropriate-scale military forces. However, the three major capitalist countries were unable to build weapons and equipment of the same power, so they could only win by volume. Military spending and military personnel continued to grow rapidly to maintain the military balance with Ankenrien. Continuous, large-scale military investment slowed down the economic development of the three major countries. About three years ago, Ankenrien's main economic indicators had completely surpassed the three major capitalist countries, becoming the richest and most powerful country in the world.

Brooklyn Arquette stood at the entrance of Donne Arthur's building for a while, and her Changan brand steam locomotive was already parked in front of her. This steam locomotive is a civilian steam locomotive made by Pengpai Power Co., Ltd., with limited power and configuration, but it is cheaper, and many people can afford it. Although Brooklyn has experienced ups and downs, she also has savings. After judging that her work is stable, she bought one for herself and hired a driver.

"Dean, where are you going?"

The driver in the dress was named Van Warren, who was once a servant of a certain marquis. After the liberation, the marquis was depressed and unable to support so many servants, so he discussed transferring one to Brooklyn. Brooklyn just needed someone to help, but he did not refuse.

"Go to Alena."

Brooklyn had something to go to Gastenth today. The Elena she mentioned was not the rise of Enspan Province, but the newly built office of the Communist Party Central Committee in Easter District, Roswell, called the Goddess Court, and many people took Elena. Next to the Goddess Court is the State Council, which uses the original Tri-Gods Church. Now, these two places have become the center of Ankenriin, and even the center of this world.

Van Warren is already familiar with Brooklyn's incident at regular times. He didn't say much, and drove quietly through the somewhat crowded streets. Finally, with a pass in front of the car window, he got rid of the hustle and bustle of the city and entered a quiet huge courtyard. The Changan brand steam locomotive that Brooklyn was riding on drove across the shaded road and finally stopped next to a two-story building. This is the reception desk of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China.

"Director Brooklyn, are you here?"

The one who received Brooklyn was a young man named Muen Quester, one of the six liaison officers of Gastens. Brooklyn nodded at him and handed over the documents she had prepared.

"This is the document the Chairman wants."

"Okay, thank you, please wait for a moment."

Muen Test opened the file bag in front of Brooklyn and looked at the materials inside. That was Brooklyn's recent observations on the stability of pyroxene. For some reason, Gastenth attached great importance to these data. Shortly after recapturing Ankenryin, he began to arrange for the Mage Tower Research Institute to conduct continuous observations. Objectively speaking, if Gastenth had not been concerned about these data, the Mage Tower Research Institute would not have been so comfortable.

"Okay, it should be no problem, thank you."

Although Muen Tester had his own surname and his family was well off, he witnessed with his own eyes how the communist Ankenry defeated those capitalist countries step by step and eventually became a world power. Therefore, he had a strong sense of identity with his country, so he naturally had some vague resistance to the remnants of old forces like Brooklyn. Although he was polite, Brooklyn could feel that resistance. She smiled and left the power center of this country.

After experiencing too many ups and downs, Brooklyn, who is over fifty years old, is no longer the same as she was when she was young. These small offenses and other people's ideas are no longer so important to her. What she cares about now is the opera she will watch at night. This opera, called "The Knight Intesreal", is a famous song at the National Theater of the Negro Republic. This time, he came to Roseville for a tour, which was extremely popular. Brooklyn took a lot of trouble to find the ticket, so he naturally didn't want to miss it.

Compared with the Third Republic of Vern and the Arund Empire, the Negro Republic is the closest to Ankenrien. This may be because the Workers' Party has become the largest party in their parliament. It is said that the Workers' Party has communicated with Elena many times about the reform of communism, but it was stopped by Gastens. The Workers' Party once did not understand Gastens's meaning. After all, as the only communist power in the world, Ankenri should not theoretically refuse another powerful country to join the communist camp. However, the rumors spread from different channels all pointed to a somewhat puzzling fact.

"It's not time yet, wait."

It is said that this is Gastenth's original words. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, the little dissatisfaction of the Niglu Republic was quickly appeased by Ankenry due to a series of international cooperation and support. The two countries increased the degree of trade exchanges, relaxed the restrictions on personnel flow, and even promoted several joint research and development projects of steam technology. Relying on this, the ruling status of the Workers' Party gradually stabilized. The improvement of the national economy and the stability of the regime allowed the Workers' Party to gradually reduce military expenditures and reduce hostility with Ankenry. This further improved their economic strength and gained higher support rates. Although the capitalist economy was also growing with the development of the Niglu Republic's economy, people did not have much opinion on the ruling of the Workers' Party.

"Intersrell" took a long time, three hours, but it didn't make people feel bored. When she left the theater, Brooklyn felt very satisfied. She walked through the side door and walked to the car waiting aside. She was about to get in, but suddenly she was stopped.

"Dean Brooklyn?"

Brooklyn turned around and saw a person who surprised her, Muen Tester, Gastenth's contact officer.

"The Chairman wants to see you."

Hearing the request from the other party and looking at Test again, Brooklyn suddenly realized that the liaison officer had been waiting outside the door for a while. She gave the answer without thinking.

"Okay, how do we go?"

"I have a car here, and I'll take you back after the end."

For some reason, Brooklyn suddenly remembered the first time she had come to meet Emperor Paul Gibson when the third great demon tide came. She was in a daze for a few seconds, smiled mockingly, and gave Van Warren a few words to get on the black red flag.

Along the way, Tester didn't say much, and Brooklyn didn't ask much. No matter what Gastenth asked her to do, she had no room for resistance. However, through the light reflected on the glass, Brooklyn knew that the young, miraculous-like chairman had never called her past purpose, and that Paul Gibson would never be the same as Paul Gibson back then.

The black red flag walked through the brightly lit streets and moved forward slowly. This time was the peak period, and the streets in Roswell were somewhat congested. The rapid popularization of steam locomotives made the streets originally designed to pass by horse-drawn carriages a little overwhelmed. The municipal departments in Roswell have been widening the roads and promoting the transformation of neighborhoods. These work was effective, but they could not keep up with the speed of economic growth, so traffic jams became the norm in the city.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Brooklyn got off the car next to a building located by the lake deep in Elena's courtyard. Standing next to the building, carrying a steam backpack, the guards waiting to go made her smell a sense of danger. Could it be that the Republic of Alonte or the Third Republic of Verne had started war against Ankenryin?

But what does it have to do with themselves when they fight?

With doubt, Brooklyn was led into a conference room, and Test closed the door behind her, completely isolated her from the outside world.

"Welcome, Dean Brooklyn."

The one who stood up to greet Gastenth Warren, the president of this country, a great man who changed the world order. The one sitting around the conference table was a member of the Communist Party's council. Brooklyn knew some of them, but not all of them. She shook hands with Gastenth and asked.

"Sir, please call me over, is there anything wrong?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Brooklyn realized that her voice was so hoarse. She closed her mouth, swallowed her saliva, and tried to moisten her throat. Gastenth smiled and led her to sit down before showing a chart on the pyroxene projector.

That's a chart of recent pyroxene energy activity produced by Brooklyn.

"Boss, what is the magic stability coefficient? Is there a certain historical debris in the Mage Tower?"

It was already the Marshal of Ankenyn's Republic and Chief of Staff of the Army, Ivan Warren, spoke carelessly. He glanced at Brooklyn and looked at Gastenth.

"Boss, this picture was made by Brooklyn, what does it mean?"

Brooklyn looked at Gastenth and said that if necessary, she could come forward to explain. However, she didn't know what to explain in this ordinary picture.

"This is the recent monitoring data of the Magister Tower Research Institute for the pyroxene energy stability. Before, they preferred to use the word Magic Stability Coefficient. Now, they use the pyroxene energy Stability Coefficient. The names are different, but the meaning is the same."

Gastenth, standing in front of the stage, did not ask Brooklyn for help. His explanation was smooth and natural, as if the data and icons were from his own production. Brooklyn suddenly remembered that until now, there was no conclusion on whether the chairman in front of him was a great magician.

"In short, this value reflects the stability of the energy inside pyroxene. The higher the energy stability, the more difficult it is for us to use pyroxene. If this value exceeds 95, we will basically not be able to use most of the pyroxene in this world. What kind of scenario is that, can you imagine?"

"That--"

Ivan said a word and stopped. He was frightened by his imagination. The inability to use pyroxene means that all their weapons and equipment relying on pyroxene energy cannot be used, and Ankenru will be greatly hit by his military advantage. He also vaguely noticed the consequences of pyroxene losing energy.

Brooklyn was also shocked. Once upon a time, before the third great demon tide arrived, the six master towers were very concerned about the change in the energy stability of pyroxene and used it as a harbinger of the arrival of the third great demon tide. However, in the end, the third great demon tide destroyed the magic, but did not destroy pyroxene. Now Gastens suddenly mentioned this matter, could it be...

"The current human civilization is actually based on pyroxene energy." Gastens did not leave too much room for imagination for everyone. "If pyroxene energy cannot be mobilized, it means the collapse of our entire civilization system."

Gastenth's speech was brief, but some sign contained within was very terrible. The entire conference room was silent, and everyone was shocked by this fact and was trying to digest and absorb the terrible meaning behind the news.

"But, Chairman..."
Chapter completed!