"There will be a big storm in the future, the Imperial Mineral Source and the Three Primary Colors Group have spit out too many interests in the council, and the breakthrough of balance will not start from them, it will probably come out of the group. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info not good to mix on both sides, but if you succeed in carrying it, I think the harvest is also extremely rich. It's too late for you to quit now. McGree said this and left, leaving Lisuman quietly drinking wine in a corner of the synagogue. She had all the information in the empire in her head in her head, trying to figure out the most profitable route.

"Alas, it seems that no matter which side it is, it is not very pleasing to pay a little price. Finally, Lisuman sighed as she stared at the empty glass. I wanted to talk to someone, but after a few rounds of the crowd, I found that there was no one inside who could be called familiar with me, and McGree was also missing at this time, probably out of the synagogue and into the garden next to it. There are also tables there, and the cold weather is not really felt by anyone who comes here.

As decided first, Lisuman ate some food at the long and filled table, then found a quiet place to sit until the end of the party.

I took the special limousine of the Holy Emperor Hall to go back. The body was pure white, the Templar's usual favorite, with no variegated colors appearing on it, as if it were a pure redemptive glow. She and the other principal, Otto, who was holding a cane in the shape of brain tissue, sat in the back seat of the limousine. They didn't say anything to each other, just looked at the monotonous dark scene outside the window next to them, and thought about the party at the same time. The atmosphere in the car was damp and hard, and it was about to solidify, and the hot air that continued to blow in from the air circulation system could not save it.

The driver was a shrewd fellow, with a good face, who did not ask the slightest question about the dreary atmosphere, and his mouth was kept tightly closed, presumably with stitches on it. He drove with a very straight waist, his technique was top-notch, and the limousine drove smoothly without feeling the slightest sway, even though the speed was close to the limit of the limousine. Perhaps this is also inseparable from the quality and performance of the limousine itself. In the passenger seat sat an adjutant-like figure, a woman, with dark blonde hair tied up in a bunch.

It was also at this time that the on-board communicator sounded without warning, and the sudden roar of the car seemed to illuminate the earth at the first moment of the sun's rise, and the quiet and frozen air in the car was also broken in the next moment. Otto, who was sitting in the back seat of the limousine, had obvious displeasure on his face, but he only sighed coldly. The female adjutant immediately reached for the microphone's hand and shook violently at the sound of the sigh, and her body shrunk.

"Yes, right away. The adjutant's voice was ordinary, but as long as the sound of a cavern.

"My lord, it's the Holy Fathers, there is something urgent going on. The adjutant looked at Otto and Lisuman, who were in the back seat of the limousine, and respectfully handed the microphone over, but did not know who should answer the call.

Lisuman continued to look out the window, never uttering a word, and her whole body was full of breath that didn't bother me. Otto glanced over and took the microphone with his already somewhat dry palm, the expression on his face suddenly changing in the next moment. Lisuman also felt it, and looked at it suspiciously.

"Stop!" As soon as the words fell, the speed of the limousine also plummeted, and Otto looked a little angry, "Lisuman, something happened, Nickel is being chased by that crazy girl, the Holy Fathers let us hurry over to help, we can't let him die!"

The expression on his face froze there, and Lisuman couldn't have imagined that things would go in this direction. The purpose of today's party is to show that a reconciliation has been largely reached within the Chiraandi family. Although the dominant person will be that girl, in the face of external pressure, she will definitely be unanimous with the outside world first.

Having already roughly thought that the imbalance of the imperial balance would come from the Imperial Mineral Source and the Three Primary Colors Group, just as Lisuman was surprised that such a thing that could affect the empire happened too suddenly, Otto on the side had already opened the car door, and his figure disappeared in the light of the street lamp in an instant. She got out of the car and chased in the direction Otto had run past.

The driver guy and the female adjutant looked at the empty back seat, glanced at each other, and both saw the helpless look in each other's eyes. They closed the car door and continued towards the Manoma Center. Compared to the speed of the limousine on the high road, Otto and Lisuman themselves seemed to be walking a little faster.

"Tomorrow there may be another piece of news that can make a sensation throughout the empire. The two of them thought in the limousine, they had heard what Otto had just said. As an adjutant and a driver, the meaning of those nouns has long been a textbook thing.

The news was converted into a radio signal and scurried over the empire to spread everywhere at the same time that the clock struck twelve o'clock that night. Just as the bell represents the end of another day in the Empire, it also represents a new birth, the rebirth of the Chiraandi family.

Some say that this must be the first step towards the end of Chiraandi, a situation that has not occurred in the thousand-year history of the Empire. Even though he had an endless loop of agreement with the other Twenty-Two Grand Dukes, the agreement was just a thick stack of blank paper. It is not certain that the texts that were signed thousands of years ago may now be reduced to crumbs.

But there are many more people who think that this must be the beginning of the Chiraanti family's prosperity, and that it will rise higher and higher in the top position above the other twenty-two grand duke families.

It was only the life of Tovelest, the patriarch of the Chiraandi family, and a Knight of the Round Table named Nichol in the history of the empire. When Otto, Lisuman, and the rest of the forces rushed to the melted land, and saw them standing quietly in the center of the flames with their holy swords in their eyes, everyone thought so. It was only the lives of dozens of people who perished, and these dozen or so people, they could not and were not capable of representing the Chiraandi family.

The wind blew in the evening in Manoma, "whining", like a baby's neighing in the dark. By this time most of the people had fallen asleep, except for the church where the lights never stopped, and the devout prayers and repentants who were absent all the time.

The sensational news spread to all parts of the empire at great speed, and it was destined that more people would stay awake during the long dark night.