When the beard was shaved clean, the man in the mirror returned to his previous appearance. His facial features were straight and tough. Even if he didn't say anything or do anything, as long as he stood forward, his presence would be so strong that it was impossible to ignore him. On his body, people would smell iron and blood. He was a person who did not give in easily, nor was he a person who gave up easily.
After all, there were very few people like him who could carry out their beliefs and put them into action for decades.
Persistence was also a quality of success.
He had already persevered for decades, and he would not give up at this time, especially when he saw hope.
The door opened and Alstair's butler brought in a set of clothes. It was a military uniform, ironed very neatly. From his eyes, the old butler could see that the man was very satisfied. He lowered his head and said in a more respectful tone than when he spoke to Alstair, "Sir, Master is waiting for you in the dining hall."
The man in front of him deserved his respect.
Mobius nodded, "I'll go now."
After a short sentence, there was nothing else to be said. He changed his clothes in silence and looked in the mirror. The President of the Federation, who had walked out of the army, had returned.
However, there was no smile on his face.
He only warned himself that even if he had the chance to come back, he would have to be careful and cautious. Because he could no longer afford to lose, he had to be more careful than anyone else.
When he pushed open the door to the dining hall, Mobius smelled a mixture of all kinds of fragrances, and his stomach began to growl. This was perfectly normal. One had to know that although nutrients were injected into the biochemical slot every day. However, that thing was not real food after all, and people had to eat, so when he heard his stomach growl, Mobius felt gratified. Being hungry meant that he was still alive. If he was alive, there was hope.
"Come on, I've already asked someone to prepare what you like to eat." Alstair called out from the dining table. The main seat was in the middle of the rectangular dining table. However, Fatty sat on the left side of the chair, obviously wanting to give up the main seat.
Mobius did not decline and strode to the main seat and sat down. There was a dazzling array of food on the table, all of which were served on silver plates. Everything from the presentation to the decoration was exquisite. Even the most ordinary vegetable salad was extremely particular about the color matching, making it pleasing to the eye and stimulating one's appetite.
"Look, this is cheese? I know you have to eat a big plate every time. "Alstair introduced," And this Mandarin Fish Soup. You have to try it. It's fresh and delicious. "
After introducing the dishes on the table, Alstair sat down, his fat face full of smiles, causing Mobius to be in a daze.
He picked up a knife and a silver fork, ate a piece of roasted lamb chop, and drank a mouthful of red wine. Then he looked at Alstair quietly and said, "Maybe we should talk about the comeback first."
"Okay, here's the thing." Alstair took a sip of fish soup and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I told you before that it was not time. That was because Alan had taken the initiative. He has taken over the entire Federation and the presidency on your behalf. Even though you and I both know that he is an impostor, there is no substantial evidence. Even if you jump out and identify him, it may not be effective. "
"He can deal with you by controlling the media's public opinion and pointing to the black as white. That's why I asked you to endure it. But now, you don't have to endure it. "
"Oh, what's wrong?"
Alstair took a sip of red wine and said, "Because something interesting has happened recently."
"For example?"
"For example, someone sneaked into your house and brought out some information about Alan." Alstair blinked and said, "After the president's residence was invaded, Alan ordered Capullo to go to the interstellar frontlines and recall Windsor Bellow." I'm afraid he suspects, or is sure, that the person who sneaked into his residence was Marshal Greed. Even though Capullo indirectly proved that Windsor Bellow was at the front lines, there is no substantial evidence that our Marshal was at the front lines when the president's residence was invaded. Therefore, this possibility is very high. "
"If this was done by Windsor Belo, then she must have doubts about Alan's identity as the president. Because not long ago, the interstellar defense line was attacked by the Nelm fleet, and the enemy fleet seemed to know Sirius's arrangements like the back of their hand. "With precise tactical actions, he destroyed three frontline bases at once, causing Sirius to suffer heavy losses."
Mobius snorted, "So the puppets you raised have already been flirting with the people of Nelm?"
"I admit that Light Concealment has had some actions with the people of Nelm before this. Alan probably connected with the people of Nelm through the contact method left behind by that operation. To be honest, the senior members of our organization have suffered heavy casualties. One of the senior members, codenamed A, was secretly killed. I personally went to the scene and found the wreckage of the mecha used by the people of Nelm. So no matter how unwilling you are to believe it, I'm afraid that Alan has crossed the bottom line as a human for his own ambitions and leaked out the deployment of the frontline, which led to the attack on Sirius's base. "
"You guys are quite capable to cultivate such a fellow." Mobius said sarcastically.
Alstair smiled bitterly and said, "Before that, who would have thought that a substitute would be able to do so many things?"
"That's because you're too conceited. In fact, most of the people who push the wheels of history are originally inconspicuous." Mobius's mind was as fast as lightning. Alstair didn't say much, but the few things that Fatty mentioned were enough for him to string them together and form a general outline. "So it seems that the attack on Sirius's base made Windsor Bellow suspect Alan, which is why she invaded the president's residence. Someone covered up for her. Otherwise, with her sensitive identity, it would be very difficult for her not to leave traces. "
Alstair whispered, "On the day the president's base was invaded, Mr. Roddy, the current head of Bescot, invited our fake president to meet."
"Oh, then I'm not surprised." "Windsor Bellow has a close relationship with Bescot," Mobius said. "It's reasonable for Roddy to cover up for her."
"That's right, and as I said just now, Alan lost something. As far as I know, these things are in Roddy's hands. They are electronic messages that point directly to the fact that Alan is serving our organization. "
Mobius's eyes lit up. "So you mean to use these materials to prove to the public that Alan is a fake, and then I'll take over the presidency again."
"That's roughly the case. However, this matter is simple to say and very complicated to deal with, so you have to be more patient. It's definitely not something that can be done in a day or two."
Mobius snorted and said, "I've been moldy in your shitty basement for so long. I've endured it for so long, so what's the point of enduring it now? But you'd better tell me the details of the plan, or how can I cooperate with you? "
Alstair smiled bitterly. "I had no choice but to lock you in the basement, old friend. You have to know that if someone finds out that Mobius is not dead, and it's right under Alstair's house. And right under Alstair's house. God, Alan and Vincent will kill me the first chance they get. "
What he said was the truth, and Mobius could not argue. He just looked at the fatty silently.
Alstair continued, "I can't explain the details of the plan to you here. I can only give you a general idea. I also have some informants in Bescot, and I only learned about it a few days after Roddy got the evidence. In fact, Roddy also had a headache after getting the materials. Because if Alan was exposed, then he, the fake president, would have to step down. At this time, the ones with the greatest benefits were not the nobles, but the other presidential candidate supported by the old party, Leroy. "After doing all this, the nobles would only get to overthrow a fake president, but they would become the spokesperson of the old party. For them, this would be a loss."
"But if we don't expose it, according to what Alan has done before, the Federation will only fall out with the nobles, and the nobles will still suffer."
Alstair shook his head and said, "In the end, our Mr. Roddy could only secretly inform the three great families of this matter. I don't know what they think. But now, led by the three great families, the nobles have once again asked for negotiations with Alan. I guess that material will be an important asset in the negotiations. "
"Then what's your plan?"
"Roddy's headache is nothing to us," Alstair said. What he was worried about was that after exposing the fake president and letting Leroy take over, God knows what the old party would do. If the new president had Capullo behind him, the situation would probably be even worse than it is now. But if he knew you weren't dead yet, then things would be different. After exposing Alan, you can fully support your comeback. Of course, the premise is that you have to make some promises to the nobles. Simply put, it's to mend fences. "
"You know, you were the one who buried the fuse to kick the nobles away. However, according to your plan, the fuse shouldn't have been lit at this time. So now, isn't it the best thing for you to remove this fuse? At the same time, it will show the nobles your sincerity. "
Mobius nodded and said, "Sounds like a good plan. Then when are you going to let me meet Roddy? I think this should be done before the nobles negotiate with Alan, right? "
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