Earth.
As always, the floating island of Babylon slowly swept across the ground according to its set trajectory. The floating island cast a thick shadow on the ground. It was like a lead cloud, passing by a small town by the side of a mountain. Everyone in the town stopped what they were doing, and a few half-grown children climbed to the top of the only bell tower in the town. A girl's skirt was hooked by the tiles on the top of the tower and almost slipped down. Fortunately, she was pulled by a flaxen-haired boy.
The flaxen-haired boy smiled and said, "Trish, girls shouldn't climb too high."
The malnourished and skinny girl said angrily, "Bob, you're looking down on me!"
The boy named Bob shrugged and pulled the girl up forcefully. "It's not that I'm looking down on you, it's just …" The girl beside him, Trish, ignored him and looked at the floating island slowly passing by in the sky like the other children. From below, one could see the huge base beneath the floating island. The girl stretched out her hand to catch something, but all her fingers caught was air.
Bob looked at her meaningfully and said, "It's just that if you climb too high, the wind will be strong. The wind is too strong, and your skirt is too short. It's inevitable that people will accidentally see something they shouldn't see. "
Trish was still immersed in the magnificence of the floating island and did not react for a moment. After a few seconds, he finally understood the meaning behind Bob's words. He immediately raised his leg and kicked the boy hard. Bob screamed and dodged. The girl chased after him relentlessly. The other children were already used to this scene, and they all happily watched the two of them play.
Bob had better press the girl against the top of the tower, partly because he didn't want the girl to lose face in front of her companions, and partly because he was happy to do so. Although Trish hadn't fully developed yet, her chest was already bulging a little. It was also a pleasure to be pressed against her face by her green chest like this. The girl noticed that this fellow had been smiling sinisterly and immediately blushed. She realized that she had been taken advantage of by this bastard and snorted angrily.
Bob got up with an intoxicated expression that made Trish want to beat him up. Bob waved his hand and looked at the floating island. "I heard it's very beautiful. There's a lot of delicious food and beautiful clothes to wear. It's like a fairy tale. "
Trish sighed, "So what? We can't go up anyway."
"Who said that!" Bob jumped up and waved his fist. "I want to participate in the next Death Arena. If I win, I'll bring you guys up."
He swept his fingers across a group of companions and finally stopped at Trish. He smiled and said, "When the time comes, Trish, will you marry me?"
Trish stuck out her tongue and spat a few times, then sneered, "Stop daydreaming."
"Not at all," Bob said with a look of longing. "Haven't you heard? Who was the one who obtained the most military merit in our Federation's expedition to the Interstellar Battlefield? It's Allen. He's from the surface just like us. It was with the death arena that he obtained the right to reside in Babylon! "
"He's my idol," the boy added.
Trish and her companions shrugged their shoulders. Everyone knew that this fellow idolized that legendary man. There would always be a champion in the death arena every year, but after becoming the champion, there was definitely only one person, Allen, who had continuously performed amazing feats over the years. First, he won the death arena, then he won the old family of Floating Island, Bescot, and then he became a student of Marshal Greed. Then, it was rumored that he had an ambiguous relationship with Empress Adahua Planet. As for the recent limelight, Allen was ranked first in the military merit list announced by the Federation Military Department, and he was impressively ranked first in the military merit list.
What a glorious experience this was.
Especially since he was born on the surface, he had become the idol of many youths like Bob, inspiring them to become the next Allen.
Trish suddenly sighed.
Bob and the others looked at her in confusion. The girl revealed a precocious side and sat down with a worried expression. "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for the next death arena, Bob. Don't forget, the war on the Star Field Battlefield is over. God knows when the Federation and the Gate of Freedom will fight again. I heard that if it weren't for the Star Field War, the Gate of Freedom would have occupied our town. My dad said that the armies of the Federation and the Gate of Freedom were confronting each other behind our mountain and almost fought. "
War, this is a topic that is particularly heavy for children. Perhaps for the noble people of the floating island, the war was far away. Apart from being more complicated than before, their lives had not changed much. But for the people on the surface, war could break out at their doorstep in the next moment. When the smoke of gunpowder rose, people were bound to be displaced, and that was only the beginning of the suffering.
Civilians were always the biggest victims of war, and ironically, it was not them who decided whether the war would end or not, but someone who was far away from the war.
Just like now, in the White House Chamber on the floating island, a fierce debate was unfolding. The topic of debate was the next attitude towards the Gate of Freedom. As usual, the members of the Federation were divided into two factions, one for war and the other for peace. Then they quarreled endlessly. When they got excited, some members even rushed forward to beat people up. This was a common occurrence in the Chamber. In any case, the Floating Island media was controlled by the Federation, so there was no need to worry about the ugliness of the council being made public. As soon as the Senators closed the door, they tore off all their faces. Often, when a meeting entered, everyone was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and when they came out, their faces might be bruised and their lips swollen.
The meeting lasted for four hours, and in the end, President Mobius made a decision that took into account both factions and used diplomacy before force.
Two days later.
Horn was at Chancellor of the Exchequer Alstair's house, watching the White House spokesman, a short official, announce the next action on the Gate of Freedom in a media interview. After reading it, Horn laughed, "Isn't it a good thing for the Gate of Freedom to hold open negotiations on the occupation of the surface administrative district?"
Alstair smiled and said, "Isn't it a good thing for an old fellow like you if there's a war? The equipment of your family's factory can be sold again. "
"You're here to laugh at me? It's all thanks to our President, who has given us Bescot all the good things. Right now, I don't know how many people are so jealous that they want to bite off our flesh. " Horn sneered, "Only the three great clans have yet to express their stance. The others can't help but bark."
"Alexander must be the one who barks the loudest in there."
"That old brat Maine, I haven't settled the score with him for attacking Allen in the Garden of Eden. If it weren't for His Excellency the President's trick of stirring up the water, I would have settled the score with Alexander long ago. How could he bark? "
Alstair nodded and said, "That's right, one move will affect the whole body." Now you, Bescot, have become a big fat piece of meat, the kind that is so fat that it flows with oil. Although you were willing to give up some of this fat, you didn't let the water in the pool mix too quickly and too much, but you were still in a sensitive period. "If you attack Maine at this time, as long as someone with a mind operates a little, it will be inevitable that this pool of water will be mixed up."
Horn smiled at him and said, "Your Excellency, aren't you afraid that our president will take off your official hat when you say such words?"
"No, no." Alstair waved his hand and said, "Without me, how many people do you think can help His Excellency settle those bad debts?" Moreover, I am a person who distinguishes between public and private. We don't need to hide our private friendship. If outsiders like to gossip, let them chew. I'm not afraid of what someone says behind my back. "But if one day the president makes it clear that he wants to take care of you, then you, Old Horn, should scram far away. Don't even think about getting any information from me."
"You have no sense of loyalty," Horn scolded.
Then both of them laughed.
Laughing and laughing, Alstair fell silent and sighed, "I wonder if I'll have the chance to sit and chat with you like this in the future."
"Who knows?" Horn said as he looked out of the window.
Alstair said in a deep voice, "Haven't you ever considered a way out? I dare say that once the water in this pool is mixed, the first person the president will slaughter will not be the three great families, but you, Bescot. I heard him in private accidentally say that Bescot is growing too fast. He probably thinks that you are more threatening than the three great families. Moreover, although the president is neutral between the old and the new parties, don't forget that he was originally from the military and would more or less lean towards Capullo of the old party. As for you, it is obvious that you are in cahoots with the New Party. "Relatively speaking, the three great families are out of the fray between the two parties."
"Let me help you explain it more, and the rich families have a deep background. Even if the president wants to cut them open, he has to think twice. As for Bescot, I'm afraid he doesn't even care about him. Isn't that so? "
Alstair snorted, "Since you've already thought of it, I don't need to say anything else. In short, while there's still time, old fellow, it's time to plan his retreat. Aren't you afraid that once your tree falls, Bescot will have to dissipate? I don't think that little fellow Allen has grown up to carry the family, has he? "
Horn thought of his grandson who had gone to Planet Heaven, and there was something in his heart that he didn't say out loud: He's already carrying it!
On this day, Horn only bid farewell and left at dusk. Alstair personally sent him out of the house and watched him get into the flying car and leave, but he didn't return to the house for a long time. Because he knew that he wouldn't have many chances to meet this old friend in the future. Whether it was Alstair, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, or another identity. Alstair hoped that he would never meet Horn under another identity.
Otherwise, the next time they met, it would not be chatting and drinking, but fists and knives.
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