"Are all done?"

When Brooklyn walked into the cabin, her personal maid Celia Warren had just put Gulacos' favorite cigar in his most common seating position. And the Lundin tea that Paul Zhong often drank had already been made up and placed on a small round table.

"grown ups."

Celia bowed and gave up, stood in the corner of the room. Brooklyn looked around for a week and confirmed that every detail of the room met her requirements, then nodded, satisfied.

"Yes, remember, this room will be cleaned in this way in the future. Although our guests are not picky, they can't make mistakes. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Celia nodded, then raised her head and looked at Brooklyn. For a serf, such an action was bold.

"Sir, will we be able to take revenge soon?"

Brooklyn opened her mouth in surprise when she heard Celia's words. She seemed to want to get angry, but she hesitated for a moment and stopped again.

"Well, you are in this position and it's a lie to say you don't know. Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, wait a little longer, and wait a little longer, we can make that person look good."

Hearing Brooklyn's reply, Celia laughed. She was trained as a mage tower since she was a child. She grew up with Brooklyn since she was fourteen years old. Brooklyn's world is her world, and Brooklyn's joy and anger are her joy and anger. Since His Highness Luke Brewster disappeared, Brooklyn has almost never had a good face, and for a while he was crying every day. Celia saw it in her eyes, but she was helpless, but she was helpless. Fortunately, Brooklyn finally walked out of the shadow herself and found a way to survive. Although the method was painful and unsatisfactory, as long as she lived, there was hope.

"Okay, don't spread the word, they will come later."

Brooklyn took a last look at the room. For some reason, since she, Paul Chung and Miguel Martinez first discussed things in this ordinary small room, she chose this fixed small room every time she discussed the matter. The three of them didn't name the room, but called it the cottage. Many policies and guidelines were formulated in this small room.

After confirming that all the decorations in the room met the requirements, Brooklyn left the room and came to the door with a false cover. She turned around and was about to go back to change her clothes when she heard a sound from outside the door.

"His Majesty the Emperor is here!!!"

Paul Gibson, what did he come here for? Did he hear any news? You know, since the Fire Festival, Paul Gibson has never been to the Mage Tower before verifying whether Luna activated the magical sensing. Why did he come?

"Tell your Majesty, I'll be there right away."

Although she was nervous, Brooklyn did not lose her etiquette. She tidied up her robes, called Celia, followed the maid out of the Don't Arthur Tower, and saw the emperor's carriage parked in the wizard tower and the guards in an orderly lined up.

Seeing the guards, Brooklyn felt nervous. Did the emperor really know something? Otherwise, why did he take the guards? She subconsciously looked at the horse gallery and the parking lot, and found that Paul Zhong and Miguel Martinez's carriage were not arrived, and she breathed a sigh of relief. While she was thinking, the emperor also saw her team, facing her, waiting in place.

"Why didn't you ask His Majesty the Emperor to go and make a rest in the main building?"

Brooklyn speeded up while questioning the maid beside her.

"Your Majesty he doesn't want to, and he says he's going to wait for you in the parking lot."

The maid was a little panicked and her voice was trembling.

"Sir?" Celia walked behind Brooklyn's side, a little uncertain, "Do you want to prepare?"

"What are you preparing for? Now the Mage Tower Guards are all the emperors. What else can we prepare besides ourselves?"

Brooklyn replied in a low voice, hurried forward, and came to the emperor. The guards standing beside the emperor put their hands on her hand, stopping her from continuing to move forward.

"His Majesty."

Brooklyn bowed deeply and looked respectful.

"Brooklyn", Paul Gibson's tone was relaxed, which made Brooklyn feel relieved, "I heard that you have been doing well recently, come and see you."

"What's your Majesty talking about? Do you still don't know the days of the Mage Tower? What else can you do if you just do that every day?"

"I heard that you have been very close to some people recently, so I will come and take a look so that you won't say I've neglected you."

Paul Gibson smiled when he spoke, with a cold chill in his smile. Brooklyn heard what he meant and knew that the plot between him and Paul Zhong and Miguel Martinez should have been exposed. But she didn't know how much it was exposed.

"Your Majesty, you also know that since the retreat of Your Excellency Brewster, our Mage Tower has become a place beyond the world. Where did there be any visitors? Where did the 'some people' come from? I really don't know how to defend you when you say that."

"Okay, let's say a few words," Paul Gibson smiled coldly, "Don't you think you're a little dishonest?"

"Your Majesty--" Brooklyn tried to struggle, but the emperor waved his hand and interrupted her. Two soldiers stepped forward from behind the emperor, holding handcuffs in their hands, trying to collide Brooklyn, but were blocked by Celia.

"grown ups!"

Celia opened her arms to block the emperor and the two guards, like a hen protecting food. Brooklyn looked around with some anxiety, but only saw her maids bowing their heads and without saying a word, and the cold and silent guards brought by His Majesty the Emperor.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Brooklyn pushed away Celia's hand. Celia, who had always been obedient, did not want to get out of the way this time. She exerted a little force and resisted Brooklyn's movements, as if this could prevent what was going to happen.

"Celia, get out of the way."

Brooklyn whispered, and Celia turned her head aggrievedly and took her away. Paul Gibson watched the interaction between the two with interest, and when Brooklyn walked up to her, he let the two soldiers stand on both sides of her.

"Let's go."

Paul Gibson seemed to ask, but in an orderly tone. He turned around and allowed the two soldiers to take Brooklyn to another car. Celia Warren watched the emperor's convoy set off, left the Mage Tower, and stood in the snow, feeling that he was blown by the north wind.

Her figure became even more small and lonely in the huge parking lot.

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"Has you taken it away?"

Miguel Martinez sat in his carriage and listened to the report of the guard outside. Paul Zhong sat opposite him with a smile on his face.

"Yes, sir, I took it away."

"Is there any resistance?"

Martinez was still asking, with a tone of teasing.

"No, nor handcuffs or shackles."

The people outside the carriage were quite careful in observation and reported in detail.

"Okay, you can leave."

"Here."

After driving away the report's escort, Martinez sat upright and sucked a cigar. A faint white smoke gushed out from his nostrils and lips, filling the small carriage. Paul Zhong waved his hand disdainfully and drove away the smoke around his face.

"Brooklyn was caught and your plan went well."

"Of course, she is a mage tower supervisor with no magician, and she is just an empty shell. She actually wants to be on an equal footing with us. The reason why the mage's recognition is valuable is because there is a magician. Now there is no magician. She is a woman, how much is it worth for her fake recognition?"

Miguel Martinez answered with a confident smile on his face. The carriage they were riding was parked in a corner outside the Mage Towers, and directly witnessed the entire process of His Majesty's convoy entering and exiting.

"But if she bites people inside, it's not easy for us to do."

"She only knows what we let her know," Martinez picked up the cigar and knocked it on the ashtray. "And, can you seal her mouth? Doesn't it depend on your progress? My General?"

"I have done it here," Paul Zhong's face had almost no expression. "The rest depends on whether His Majesty the Emperor will take the bait."

"He can only take the bait. Now he only has this bait to eat. If he doesn't eat it, he will die."

Martinez took another sip of the cigar, and the red spots of light shone in the carriage, like lonely stars.

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"What did you say? You say it again?"

Paul Gibson's roar almost broke through the window, but Emil, who stood in front of him with his head down, remained motionless.

"Your Majesty, the mission to Roninger lost news. The Grand Duke of Roning sent someone to send Prince Dawn back."

Paul Gibson did not speak, his breathing was heavy and rapid, and his whole face turned crimson. On the floor in front of him and Emile, there was an open wooden box. Prince Dawn Gibson's head was placed in the wooden box. His eyes were wide open, looking at the ceiling, silent.

"He...why?! I'm so kind to him! I gave him my son to kill?! He slaughtered Roninger, and I didn't even say a word! His family reselled grain, but I didn't even check him! I took his Southern Theater Command as the main force, let them recruit soldiers nationwide, and give priority to all supplies. This is how he repays me?!"

"Your Majesty..." Emil lowered his head deeply. He knew that Paul Gibson was angry now, but he had to bite the bullet and continue, "Now it is basically certain that Grand Duke Charlie Ronin has rebelled. We must find a way to deal with it! lest it affects the national system!"

Paul Gibson gasped, looking at his son's head in the wooden box in front of him, and felt his eyes turn black. He took two steps back, staggered on the sofa, stunned for a while, and started to curse.

"The fucking thing is there to ask! Send troops to attack! He is Charlie Ronin, so don't blame me for being unrighteous! Ankenry has never been afraid of anyone since his founding of the country for eight hundred years!"

"Your Majesty, but we are still fighting with the Republic of Neglu. The Tulucas line occupied more than 300,000 front-line troops in the Western Theater Command. Without the Western Theater Command and only approaching the Guards, we have no confidence and strength to attack Roninger. If we mobilize the troops in the Western Theater Command, it means that we must make peace with the Republic of Neglu!"

Paul Gibson was silent again. Give up the war against Negro means that he gave up his dream of becoming a wise king and pioneering king. When he headed eastward to pacify Charlie Ronin's rebels, the whole world would probably know about the magician. At that time, the first-mover advantage he finally earned will not only disappear without a trace, but will also bring him a powerful enemy like the Republic of Negro. All of this is different from what he planned.

"There's no other way", just after a while of silence, Paul Gibson made up his mind. He played the wrong game in the game, and gave up the advantage. However, he has not lost yet. On this board, he still has the possibility of victory.

"Stop all investigations and follow-up work in the Western Theater Command, prepare for the car, I went to find Paul Zhong in person. Now it's time to let go of the barriers and be united in the public!"

"Here, Emil nodded and thought for a moment, raised a new question, "Your Majesty, what should I do if that Brooklyn planned a riot about the Western Theater Command and tried to incite your confrontation with the Southern Theater Command..."

"Let it go first, now is not the time to investigate further." Paul Gibson simply and decisively stopped the investigation of the Western Theater Command. Now the only force he can rely on is the Western Theater Command. If he checked the Western Theater Command at this time, he would force them to rebel, or force them to cooperate passively and not attack Ronninger, then he, the emperor, would have to watch the day when Charlie Ronning's army invaded Roswell. Now, Paul Gibson is extremely glad that he allowed Elliot to cultivate a good cooperative relationship in the Western Theater Command at that time, and this relationship would become a key tool for him to influence and control the Western Theater Command.

"Here."

Emil nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked another question.

"Your Majesty, this matter..." Emil glanced at the wooden box on the ground, "Is it possible that it was caused by the Western Military Region?"

"It shouldn't be," Paul Gibson shook his head, "Actually, I have this question myself. But their accomplice Brooklyn did not mention this content at all. If it were really planned by the Western Theater Command, Brooklyn, as the representative of the Mage Tower, would not have no idea. Moreover, even if they were the ones they did, we would have no second way. Since Charlie Ronin has rebelled, no matter whether he killed Dawn or not, he would not be able to turn back. Even if we want to find out, we can only wait until we defeat him and conquer Ronninger, so that we can have the ability and opportunity to find out the truth."

Emil nodded. His Majesty the Emperor was right. Even if this matter was interfered by the Western Theater Command, since it had forced Luo Ning to rebel, neither His Majesty nor Luo Ning would be able to go back. They must have a winner to be separated to have the heart to investigate the truth behind the scenes.

"Your Majesty, if we want to fight Ronninger, it means we must change the focus of the military. In this way, the peace talks of Niglu will also be launched. However, our winter battle is not good. Now the peace talks are in progress, I am afraid the other party will speak loudly."

Paul Gibson was silent again. He sat on the sofa, looking at the body of his son in the wooden box, feeling upset, and had the urge to destroy the world. He coughed heavily, stood up, squatted down, and closed the wooden box.

"I'll solve this matter."
Chapter completed!