The day passed quickly, and the exhausted Dream reluctantly returned to the palace gate. The car was parked in the parking lot, and then the four of them dragged their tired bodies out of the car.

"The day...... What's going on!" Dream shouted with the last of her strength—however, she couldn't even shout much now, and I guess Phil could hear it—and then fell limply. Of course, she fell on the magic mat she had created, and it hurt to fall directly to the ground.

Afterwards, Dream asked the mat to carry her towards the dormitory - of course, she also hid her figure, which was quite embarrassing to be seen, and would make people suspect that the people of the floating continent were lazy.

It's nice that I'm almost exhausted of my physical strength, but I still have a lot of magic. Dream lay down on a comfortable mat and relaxed—he definitely won't be able to see the king today. I'm tired like this, and I feel like I'm too hard to speak.

"Being played like this, I really feel the deep malice of the people on the surface...... "Hanjiang is also too tired, but she can't do things like Dream: "Dream, it's okay for you to go straight to sleep now." ”

"Dream...... I hate it......" After the dream finished speaking, she tilted her head and fell asleep—and after a while, Phil saw a few drops of saliva appear out of thin air and drip onto the ground.

"Don't have some weird ideas, Phil. Han Jiang's brows twitched, "I'll leave the job of moving the dream to the bed in a moment." ”

The night breeze was so tired that he couldn't even speak. If she was tired, she was the most tired - she still had to drive.

After visiting the Minister of War, the next step for the four of them was to go to the Chancellor of the Exchequer - the toss on the road was exhausting. Driving in the city is no better than driving outside the city, and you need to follow the traffic rules - there are a lot of cars in the city. Even if the people on the surface see the floating mainlanders and want to give way, there is no way to do it when they encounter a traffic jam. After some arduous tossing, the four finally arrived at the seat of the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Like the Minister of War, the Chancellor of the Exchequer is also a chief minister who leads several ministers in charge of various aspects, and Fantasy still goes directly to the Chief Chancellor of the Exchequer; this time, Fantasy Dream is a little less inclined to embellish direct rhetoric - Fantasy feels that there is no need to move with emotion and reason, and it is simpler, direct, and effective to save time by directly saying that "it is not good to fight".

As expected, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, like the previous ministers, agreed with Dream's proposal, believing that fighting a war would be a waste of money and would not be conducive to the development of the country, and that although it would be possible to obtain immediate benefits, it would be very harmful in the long run. Of course, if these people don't add a "but" after these words, the dream will think that these people are talking in their dreams.

The pot still has to be thrown out, and the Chancellor of Finance will definitely not carry this pot on his back; This time, it was the Minister of Planning who took over - the country's planning department was the "culprit" of this war, and it was they who set too high demands on the finance department, so they were forced to drink to quench their thirst.

We can't solve this problem here, so please find another place.