"There's nothing else for you here, Miss Elena. You can go out first." Mobius smiled and waved his hand.
Elena left the office as if she was relieved of a heavy burden.
Mobius was still knocking on the table, as if he was talking to himself, "Sooner or later, this chess game will have to go." Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, if he used it without revealing any traces, it would be a waste of time. After four hundred years of operation, the foundation of the Federation was already deep. It was time to tear down the bridge of the noble families. However, it was an accident that I was the one to tear it down. "
His eyes shone with an icy cold light. The office, which had already closed the doors and windows, was cold.
The president opened the drawer beside him and took out a notepad. The cover of the notepad was already very old, and it looked like it had been there for some time. Mobius reached out and flipped it open. Two-thirds of the thick notepad had already been used. Not only was it filled with words, it was also filled with photos and other items. This was the handwritten letter of the presidents of the Federation. It recorded all sorts of secrets since the establishment of the Federation. Only the president could read it.
On the floating island, the wealthy families flourished, and the nobles stood in great numbers, not interfering with the Federation government. The Federation did not interfere in the internal affairs of the nobles, just like the last time Mobius interfered in the matter of Maine. These rules had been around for a long time, but there was no way to find out who had set them. Perhaps even the heads of the three richest families with the longest histories were at a loss. However, in the notebook in Mobius's hand, it was written down firmly.
When the floating island was first formed, the Federation established a government organization consisting of a cabinet and a parliament. The first-generation president and the representatives of the wealthy families of that time signed a secret agreement. The Federation could borrow money from the nobles, and the nobles had independent rights under the Federation's regime. This agreement was known as the Young Eagle Plan by successive presidents, and it was also regarded as the shame of the Federation. Presidents of all generations, even Mobius, hoped that when the wrinkled eagle fully grew up, it would be the time to cut off the wings of the wealthy families.
No president was willing to see the existence of a special case like the nobles in the Federation. Moreover, no one knew whether it was intentional or not, but every president would always choose his or her background when training his or her successor. Those people of noble birth were not within the scope of consideration. Over time, it became a rule of its own. Fortunately, there was this rule to protect them. Otherwise, who could say that the Federation would not allow the nobles to infiltrate it?
In fact, over the past few hundred years, the noble families had put a lot of effort into this. In order to avoid suspicion, no one from the three great families was involved in politics. However, there was no lack of political power in the other noble families. However, these people could only climb to the position of a member of parliament or the cabinet. It was impossible for them to climb any higher.
The struggle between the Federation and the nobles had lasted for centuries.
Mobbit still remembers what the old president said to him before he left the White House when he took over the presidency: "If the nobles don't go, the world is unfair."
As a commoner, he understood this sentence better than anyone else, and he agreed with it. Although the Federation was in charge of the floating islands and the surface, which of the grand families didn't control a large number of troops and businesses? Which of them didn't have a tight grip on one of the lifelines of the Federation? Not to mention the wealthy families, just talking about Bescot, who had been in the limelight in the past few years, Old Horn's Magic Martial Factory was enough to make the Federation regard him as a thorn in their side.
There were too many such examples. The nobles controlled too many resources and monopolized important industries. Their lives were extremely luxurious, while the civilians on the surface lived in dire straits. The bread that the nobles on the floating island disdained was a delicious meal in the eyes of the commoners on the surface. That was why the conflict between the floating islands and the surface had never eased.
Only by overthrowing the nobles and taking full control of the Federation could they usher in a truly glorious era. This had become an ideal that almost every president kept in their hearts and dared not speak out. It was no exaggeration to say that the Federation had been working hard to achieve this ideal for hundreds of years.
But it was only now that Mobius saw a glimmer of hope.
But sometimes, Mobius would think, would the world be the same once the nobles were gone? Or could it be that the Great Harmony of the world was really good for the Federation, for Earth, and for the civilians on the surface?
In fact, Mobius had an idea that he didn\'t dare to say out loud than the presidential dream.
That presidential dream might not be good, it might not be right.
But what was the best way to do it? He had been in office for ten years, but he still couldn\'t find the answer. Every time he thought about it, he felt that he was alone in the void. Apart from confusion, there was still confusion.
He restrained his mind.
Mobius had already flipped to the last page of the notebook. On this page was the record he had left behind. There were only a few words in it, and they were all about the problems that the Federation needed to face today.
The first was the "mole must be eliminated" that Russen had proposed this time. Previously, he and Russen had met through remote communication. The general who was in the Garden of Eden had said, "If the mole is not eliminated, the army will not be at ease." Naturally, Mobius agreed to it. However, how to get rid of it and when to get rid of it was not something that could be solved with a few words. The second was the Gate of Freedom. Although this organization was now holding up a righteous sign, declaring that it would stop fighting with the Federation before the end of the interstellar battlefield. But in the end, it was still a time bomb. Time bomb. And until now, Mobius still didn\'t know who the leader of the Gate of Freedom was. This person was hidden very deeply. The last one was the Light Concealment Society. This was a mysterious organization whose origins could be traced back to before the Battle of Dawn, or even further back. Without a doubt, this organization even had something to do with the Freemasonry of the old era, or perhaps it had simply been reborn from the Freemasonry.
In fact, the hidden danger of the Light Concealment Society had already been revealed in the notes of the third president. However, this organization was very patient. They followed the principle of observing in secret and rarely intervened in the current situation. Because of this, the clues they left behind were pitifully few. Since the fourth president, he had been paying attention to and collecting information about this organization, but until now, even Mobius knew pitifully little.
But now, the Light Concealment Society, which had endured for centuries, had made a move. As soon as he made his move, he completely destroyed the opportunity for the Gate of Freedom and the Federation to negotiate. Judging from the current actions of the Light Concealment Society, they wanted to create chaos and even force the Federation government to step down. Although Fendi, one of the four generals, was working to arrest the members of the Light Concealment Society, so far, the members that the Federation had found were far from reaching the level of core members.
God knew how many chess pieces the Light Concealment Society had buried in the Federation over the centuries?
These three problems could be regarded as one. But in this way, the situation became even more complicated and difficult to understand. Mobius rubbed his eyebrows and dialed Elena's number on the internal line. "Inform General Fendi that I want to see him," he said.
Putting down the phone, Mobius muttered, "Fendi has some members of the Light Concealment Society in his hands. Let Russen take them to open the butcher's knife." The morale of the army was uneasy. What a big excuse. It was clear that this homicidal maniac wanted to take the opportunity to kill someone. However, it was strange that Capullo should have been the one to deal with this matter. Russen was suspected of overstepping his boundaries. "Looks like the relationship between him and that old lion isn't that deep."
He looked at the Gate of Freedom and the Light Concealment Society. Mobius laughed self-deprecatingly, "It won't be long before the surface makes a big deal about the mole. Smearing and splashing dirty water is inevitable. Which chess piece has to be thrown away to carry it? "
The president suddenly patted his head and wrote the words "Frius" on the notepad. "The Sovereign of Agares has finally jumped out. Is it the Demon King who is at a disadvantage in the civil war, or is it His Majesty the Black Emperor who is ambitious and wants to start a war with many sides? Hey, Frius used the Grai and the Catus as chess pieces and almost made Adahua Planet suffer a loss without using a single soldier. This emperor played a good game of chess. "
Mobius wrote another name: Orfasis.
"Since it's obvious that he's attacking Adahua Planet this time, Emperor Orfasis probably can't sit still anymore. Paragons against Paragons, this game of chess is getting more and more interesting. " Mobius sighed, "It's a pity that a small Federation doesn't even have the qualifications to watch the battle, let alone fight against each other. Therefore, it's better to watch from the sidelines. After all, we don't have a Paragon in our hands. "
Finally, Mr. President wrote the word "spectator" at the end.
The notepad closed.
When Talikova opened her eyes, the room was filled with flowing light.
The little girl jumped up with a "Ya" sound. Just as she was about a foot away from the bed, she was pulled by a pair of hands. Then, her butt fell back onto the soft and fragrant bed. Lola patted her on the head and said, "You're not young anymore. You're still so rash. How can I be at ease?"
Talikova's little head was in a daze. After a while, she remembered that the last scene she could remember was in the central room of the Death Star Base. At that time, when she saw Lola disregard her life and death to divert the Star Origin Energy from Allen's body, she also grabbed Lola's hand recklessly.
Then there were stars in the sky, and then there was a blank space. After that, it was this moment.
Talikova supported her forehead and said, "Sister, where is this?"
"City of Gold." Lola smiled and said, "Don't ask me where the City of Gold is. I can't answer. According to Allen, we are thousands of miles away from our hometown. "
"Ah? Then how can we go back? "There was a hint of anxiety on the girl's face.
"Don't worry, we'll be able to go back no matter what. You're the last to wake up. Go take a bath first, and then your sister will take you around. It's beautiful here. "Lola blinked her eyes and pulled the girl up from the bed.
Talikova jumped out of bed. Under the bed was a soft and warm carpet, and then she looked around the room. This bedroom wasn't big, but it was elegantly decorated. Sunlight poured in from an open window beside it. Outside the window, three or five birds occasionally passed by, leaving behind crisp cries that were very pleasant to hear.
Standing by the window, he stretched out his hand into the light, but he could feel the heat of the sunlight. It was clearly not a dream. The girl turned around and asked, "Sister, how long did I sleep?"
"Not much, just three days."
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