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Chapter 220 Here Comes, What Did You Bring?

Cecil didn't know how Alexander made Amber issue such a statement of humiliating power and humiliation. In this case, the Luoxie people could indeed leave generously. No one would think that Luoxie was weak and deceitful. Alexander made a statement backhand, What the public interpreted was: Luoxie beat up Grete, and Grete relented and made compensation.

"How could Amber be willing to make that kind of statement?" Cecil was puzzled, "No, I think Amber should not say anything even if she really lost money. Why did she make a statement?"

At the same time, in the palace of Gretel's capital, Amber was also roaring: "Why did you make such a statement? Whose idea is it?!"

The ministers were silent, and everyone looked at the ground without even a trace of shame or anxiety, because Amber came up with the idea himself, and they just didn't raise any objections—it was useless anyway.

The rapid fall of Argi did startle Amber, not to the point of shock. After all, it doesn’t matter if it’s not Gretel, but the capture of thousands of experimental mages caused some shocks. Relatives in Gretel’s country They all asked the king to find a way to rescue these people, and he thought too. The question is who to send?

There are manpower, there are also those who can fight, and there are also those with strong magic, but Amber dare not send them. After experiencing the "accident" of the Los Angeles branch, he feels that the enemy is around him. Will stab him in the back immediately!

If we can't fight, we can negotiate peace. The Luoxie people didn't attack Gretel's homeland. They seem to have enough energy but not enough energy. Winter is coming soon, and peace talks are a good choice for both parties. As for the thousands of experimental mages, I'm sorry. Let's go back home!

"Besides, I didn't ask them to move all their belongings there!" Amber said angrily, "I just said that Tambunita is ours from now on, but I didn't say it's safe there!"

No one said anything, there was no agreement or rebuttal, and everyone was used to talking in one voice.

"Speak!" Amber yelled.

"After those experimental mages left, there was a shortage of manpower for many jobs." A minister stood up and said.

"Wouldn't Gretel turn around without them?" Amber said.

"Not really." The speaker said plainly, "But the population keeps flowing out."

"Why?" Amber said with a headache, "Aren't we a magical country? Isn't it a place that everyone yearns for?"

"They are all low-class people with no magical aptitude. After this turmoil, many experimental mages have fled." Another minister said, "This situation has continued for a while."

Since Gretel cannot provide security and will not safeguard the personal freedom of the citizens, it is logical for the low-level mages to escape. People always yearn for a safe and peaceful place. It would be better if they were rich. The fugitives brought them out Negative news, people who originally wanted to go to Gretel also gave up their thoughts.

"Where did you go?"

"Middle Kingdom."

Amber just felt a wave of anger rushing straight to the top of her head, and slapped the seat and roared: "I said earlier that the Middle Kingdom would be brought down, what did you say at the beginning?! If the Middle Kingdom is gone, wouldn't this be the case? ?”

The loopholes in these words can be noticed by children, even Amber understands, her face flushes red after speaking, but no one speaks, no one wants to speak anymore.

In the predicament, Amber decided to go to the peace talks in person after much deliberation. Besides, I heard that Alexander was still in Moon City, so in his capacity, he would definitely be able to overwhelm the leaders of Luoxie. He ordered all the patriarchs of the major pillar families in the country to accompany them. After a group of people passed by in a mighty manner, they really put a lot of pressure on the enemy leader.

"No, we can't promise you anything, we don't match your status." Luoxie's leader said politely, "Please wait for the arrival of our Majesty."

Amber felt that the enemy spoke better than his own people. He waited for a while, and Alexander came and had a friendly and peaceful exchange with him. They signed an agreement, of course, a magic contract. This approach is very mature and at the same time reassuring , no one can break the magic contract, can't they?

"Who can tell me why the statement he issued is different from the one we signed?" Amber growled, his face distorted and his voice hoarse, "Why didn't the magic contract work? And I heard that Alexander didn't leave Moon City at all. I saw Who's that?"

Still no one spoke.

"Speak! Are you dumb?" Amber patted the armrest of the seat, "What's going on with all this?"

No matter how slow he was, Amber gradually felt a tightened net around his neck, making him unable to breathe.He did not inherit the memory of the old monster. All his knowledge, common sense and experience came from the questions he asked when he was pretending to be the old monster. So far, he is still not sure whether the people around him know his identity as a time traveler. There are no flaws, but as long as people close to them can see it 100%, the difference is too much-the destruction of the general family is the most unacceptable.

Amber didn't know that the relationship between the old monster and the bloodline families was not dominating and being dominated. It seemed so on the surface, but the old monster knew very well that Gretel could not and could not practice slavery. This civilization appears to be independent on the surface, but it is actually just dogs of several magical powers. If Gretel wants to become a magical power, it must have a group of capable people, and slavery is impossible to achieve such an effect.

Several major families formed an unbreakable alliance with the old monster. The old monster enjoyed a long life, and the families gained glory and wealth.Gretel is more of a feudal system than centralization. Several big families control several cities, forming their own small forces and allegiance to the old monster.

The old monster is not worried about the betrayal of several big families, and the few big families are not afraid of the king's abandonment, which saves the internal friction of mutual suspicion. Gretel has been working hard to show his strengths in magic. The installation of these two items is indeed top-notch and has earned a lot of wealth.

Today, the balance is broken.

When Amber wiped out the General's family, the rest of the family began to plan their way out. Maybe they were controlled by blood, but blood couldn't control every minute and every second. They had time and energy to plan, and they had more experience and connections than Amber. .

The first thing that must be clear is, what is the future of Gretel?

Ever since several big families decided to betray Amber, Gretel's fate was not in the hands of this "son of time travel". All heirs, except the princess, are generally used to "gift" the ministers to form bloodline families.

It's time for Gretel to change into a new atmosphere. The country ruled by the princes is not bad, and the people of several big families think so.

It has to be said that the geographical location in the Far East makes the Grete people really lack ambition, and at the same time, it has successfully prevented others from attacking it, let alone passing through the Joko Swamp. This is why Alexander is not willing to attack the Grete native land s reason.

This is why Amber was deceived. It is not easy for outsiders to deceive him. He can order the people of the blood family to do something, but he cannot foresee what needs to be said. There is no need to say, "Magic contracts can be faked" or "transferred" He naturally has no way of knowing important things, and the ministers will not take the initiative to speak out, and sit calmly and watch him sign a completely unfair peace agreement.

"Tell me, how do I deal with this mess?!" Amber raged while sitting on the throne, "Everyone thinks that I was kicked out of Tambunita and lost a lot of money. I lost everything! Nope! By the way, can I make another statement? Just say that I didn’t pay anything, in fact I didn’t pay anything, didn’t I? No compensation, not a penny! Tell the people sent by Alexander..."

"Luoxie didn't send anyone." Finally a minister said, "We didn't wait for Luoxie people."

Amber was stunned for a while, then said, "Does Alexander not want money?"

"Perhaps Alexander didn't want this money from the very beginning, what's more, the experimental mages and materials they captured back have already exceeded this value. In addition, the Loshers demolished the palace of Algiers, and we have to pay for it." Are they rebuilding?" asked the minister.

"Demolished??" Amber didn't understand at all, "Why did they demolish the palace?"

"To make some money." The minister replied.

"Then rebuild one, the magic should be done quickly, right?" Amber said.

"No." The minister said coldly, "It's too expensive, and it will take about three years of Gretel's entire tax revenue to rebuild an identical one."

"Three years? All?" cried Amber. "Is the palace in Algiers made of gold?"

"It's made of magic powder," replied the minister, "much more expensive than gold."

Amber sighed heavily, covered her eyes and couldn't speak, nothing went right, nothing!

"Your Majesty, are we still going to Tanbunita?" A minister asked.

"Go, why not?" Amber patted the handrail, "Tambunita is ours, the Losers are gone!"

"What about Gallagher II?" asked the minister.

Amber said angrily, "What is he going to do? If you don't want to be the king, just get someone else to do it!"

"No, I mean where do we put him, the palace is gone." The minister asked unhurriedly, always maintaining a tone, "A king should have the demeanor of a king."

"What kind of king is he? What is he?!" Amber couldn't control his emotions at all, "He is nothing, just use magic to build him a house! Tambunita is ours! The meeting is over!"

Things turned to a strange angle in this way. The Gerrits found out in time that many people were transporting things in Dayal. The time was too short for the Rochers to transport their spoils, and the transporters were residents of the Middle Kingdom.The people of Greet watched from a distance, and the people of the Middle Kingdom also stopped to watch from a distance. The two sides looked at each other briefly for a moment and then continued to work tacitly, as if they didn't see each other.

"I think Gretel is finished." Langdon said at a lunch meeting one day, "It's not external pressure, but Gretel's blood family may have their own plan, and this is a good opportunity to get rid of the old monster once and for all." control."

Cecil poked the lamb chops, stared at the wind howling prairie outside the window for a while, and said, "Actually, I think Amber is quite pitiful."

"The Madonna's attack again?" Oakes said bluntly.

"No, what I mean is that when I first came here, I met Luther, Langdon, and you. We have the same views, the same sexuality, everything is in harmony, and we are free. This place has no walls and no country. There is no tax, no one cares about me at all." Cecil sighed, "But Amber has nothing, he is surrounded by enemies or people who want to kill him, no one really helps him, I can easily know He doesn't know the information at all, such as those about the God of Civilization, and what I know... well, he doesn't know a lot of common sense." He couldn't help standing up, hugging Langdon's head from behind, "The most important thing is I have you."

Oakes and Russell looked at each other and smiled, Jory sighed while propping his cheeks, Tifa whistled, then turned to Jory and said, "Maybe you should find someone else to chase after him, paladins are annoying."

"I'm not bothering you." With envy in his eyes, but his mouth was firm, "How many men have you slept with by taking advantage of your power? I heard that the political and legal system has almost formed an unspoken rule that you can only be promoted if you sleep with your boss."

Cecil raised his head from the warm atmosphere, and said fiercely: "Really?"

"Fake! Fake!" Tifa hurriedly said, "Don't listen to this bastard's nonsense, I can sleep as many as you want, and this is all nonsense spread by people who are jealous of me!"

"That's right, after all, it's rumored that you also fell asleep." Russell calmly made up the knife.

"If it's such a rumor, I don't mind at all." Speaking of this, Tifa laughed.

It was Cecil's turn to be dissatisfied: "Anyone who spreads an affair with me again, I will tell people to spread the news of his impotence!"

The king riders raised their hands one after another, making a gesture of zippering their mouths. Although there is no zipper in this world, it has to be said that Cecil has passed on a lot of things, but he still feels that it is not enough. He immediately listened to the message of the God of Saturn in his dream. I was quite excited.

"Are you ready?" Saturn still looked the same, wearing a tunic with a small black bag, "The tide of moving gods is coming."

"Ah? Now?" Cecil looked confused, "What should I prepare?"

"Stupid grandson!" God of Agriculture said angrily, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Let's postpone it for a while. You should announce to the whole city that there will be some abnormal phenomena. Just don't be too scared."

"Oh, what—"

Cecil woke up suddenly, sat up and stared blankly for a while, until a fluffy tail wound up: "Nightmare?"

"No, it's Saturn who said they're coming." Cecil turned around and buried his face in the soft and thick long fur. Even the cat Langdon can keep the scent, which is something real cats can't do. "There's a whole bunch of gods coming."

"It's a good thing." Langdon's tail gently brushed against the tip of Cecil's nose. He lowered his head and stared at his sleepy lover. "It's a good thing, my dear. Go to sleep now and have a good sleep."

Cecil was always sleeping badly, usually not sleeping well when he had time, sleeping well and not having time, always having endless things to worry about and no one else to help him with.

"Damn it!" Cecil suddenly got up from the top-grade "fur mattress", "I forgot to tell Saturn to bring the vulcanized rubber formula! There are other things! Steam engine! Train power design! Generator! There are so many more! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

After swearing three times, Cecil maintained this posture for a long time, until his arms couldn't support him, and then he slowly fell back on his stomach. The slight ups and downs caused by Langdon's breathing were like a lullaby of the highest order, making him unable to open his eyes at all.

In the early morning of the next day, Cecil got up and took a look, then he was stunned. There were snowflakes floating outside the window. The bright and cloudless sky looked extremely pure. He opened the door and saw that a thin layer of snowflakes had already accumulated on the balcony , after which he was dragged back into the house by Langdon and wrapped in a blanket.

"Crazy and running out like this?" Langdon put on Cecil's clothes roughly, quite dissatisfied, "Do you want to get sick? There is no medicine here!"

"Ah, yes, medicine! There are so many prescriptions for medicine! No one asked to bring them!" Cecil cried out in pain, "What a great opportunity this is, I should make a list... no, I have a list , Write it in a notebook!" He rushed to his coat in a hurry, and sure enough he took out a small notebook, which was taken away by one hand before he could turn it over.

Langdon flipped through the little black book, with a gentle smile on his face: "Are you still writing?"

"Of course!" Cecil pulled it back, "This is already the tenth... I don't even remember how many copies! In short, there are a lot of copies!"

Langdon laughed: "I still remember that you wrote on it that your goal for this month is to sleep with me more than ten times."

"Fuck, why do you remember this kind of thing so clearly?" Cecil suddenly blushed, "Go, go, I'm going to give a speech to the whole city, and it's best to publish it in all cities!"

The residents of Moon City heard the "broadcast" from His Majesty the Central King in the early morning of the first snow this year.

"Dear residents, there will be some...uh, strange sights appearing soon, I don't know what will happen, anyway, it's harmless, our civilization god is a little bit tricky, so don't panic, in short Just look at it."

After speaking, Cecil was also a little apprehensive. Thinking about it, if he was a citizen, he would scold his mother if the leader issued such an inexplicable ghost notice. Now that he is a leader, he finds it very difficult, everything is so difficult.

All the residents of the Middle Kingdom did not think so. Many people waited with anticipation. In the end, nothing happened on this day, except for a few boys in the ski resort who broke their legs when they challenged the highest record. , no news at all.

That night Cecil was so angry that he couldn't sleep: "The gods of civilization let me go! Can you believe it? God let mortals go! And he reminded me in a dream, but they let me go! Damn!"

Langdon held Cecil's head helplessly and gave him a long kiss, full of tenderness and reassurance: "Those are gods."

"Gods should also observe the time, okay?" Cecil, who had been nervous all day, shouted angrily, "Can the God of Civilization do whatever he wants?"

"Yes, the God of Civilization can do whatever he wants!" Langdon laughed.

Cecil: "..."

ahhh-

Maybe it was because the cry in his heart was heard, a dull sound suddenly came from under his feet, Cecil felt the world spinning, as if he was dizzy, he closed his eyes, and found that the floor was really shaking, he had to Grab Langdon's arm.

"Outside!" Langdon pulled Cecil and ran to the other side, "Look!"

Cecil saw the pillars of light, the pillars of light falling from the sky, very obvious in the dark night sky, there are six in Moon City, four in Ebo not far away, and probably Tongcheng as well, but they are too far away to see.He looked at the bright color like a sharp knife piercing the darkness, shining with the light of hope.

"It's them." That's how Cecil felt, "They're here!"

The vibration suddenly became stronger, and Cecil saw a huge black shadow rising from a distance, which was in the direction of Luofeng Mountain Range. The undulating curve even changed the shape of the horizon, which was daunting.

"The Luofeng Mountains have risen." Langdon's tone was vigilant.

"This represents a counterattack against the laws of science?" Cecil hesitated, "Raise the Luofeng Mountains? Why?"

Langdon raised his eyebrows: "I don't know, this is a matter of law, but does the large-scale descending of the God of Civilization represent an increase in the strength of this side?"

Cecil went back into the house and put on his clothes, and said loudly, "I don't know if the laws of science are strong, but we are definitely strong!"

Many people ran out from the house to watch this spectacle, the beam of light lasted for a long time, no one dared to get close to it, only Cecil ran all the way to the nearest place, he stared at the beam of light for a long time regardless of his sore eyes, hoping Looking forward to the gods coming out of it, representing the world he once had, the industrial civilization he loved, hated, hated, and missed.

The beam of light was slowly extinguished, and the sound of snow being stepped on came out, regular and firm, first a round thing appeared in Cecil's field of vision, and then, the outline of the old man's shirt appeared, and the big pants on the lower body were very eye-catching. Having that pair of flip-flops can be described as a touch of the sun.

The middle-aged fat man with Mediterranean hair walked slowly in front of Cecil and said, "You are that...what's your name?"

Cecil paused for a few seconds before speaking, and said with some reluctance: "Just call me Sun Zai."

The middle-aged fat man was very surprised and said: "Your self-critical spirit is really rare!"

Cecil squeezed out a dry smile and said, "Hehe, which god are you?"

"God of Chopsticks." The middle-aged fat man let out a long breath, "It's really not easy, people here don't like to use me, really, I'm so convenient and easy to use, ah, yes, God of Agriculture said you want a meeting gift right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Cecil's eyes lit up, "What did you bring?"

The middle-aged fat man took out a pair of chopsticks from the pocket of his underpants and handed them over: "Here, white jade chopsticks."

Cecil took it silently, just in time to see a small note from the Taobao seller printed on the package: Dear, remember the five-star praise!

Cecil: "..."

You still don't want to come!