Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 874: Dream Of The President

"There's nothing else for you here. Miss Elena, you can leave first." Mobie smiled and waved his hand.

Elena was relieved and ran away from the office.

Mobius was still knocking on the table, as if he was muttering to himself, "Draw the nobles into internal strife. This game will go sooner or later. Now that the opportunity is at hand, use it without revealing any traces. Four hundred years of operation and the foundation of the Federation is deep, it is time to tear down the bridge between the nobles. However, it would be an accident if I were to tear it down."

A cold light flashed in his eyes like ice, and the office that was already shut tightly was filled with a frigid chill.

The president pulled open a drawer beside him and took out a notebook. The cover of the notepad was very old and looked old. Mobius reached out and flipped through it. Two-thirds of the thick notebook had already been used. Not only was it filled with words, it also contained photographs and other items. This is a letter from the successive Presidents of the Federation, recording all the secrets of the Federation since its establishment. Only the President can read it.

On the floating island, wealthy families flourished and nobles stood in abundance. They did not interfere with the federal government. The Federation did not interfere in the affairs of the nobles, as was the case last time Morbit interfered in Maine's affairs. These rules had a long history, but it was impossible to determine who had laid down them. Perhaps even the three oldest families were confused by their Patriarchs. But in Mobbit's notebook, it was stapled.

When the island was first established, the Federation set up a cabinet and a parliament to form a government agency. The first generation of the Great President and representatives of the wealthy families signed a secret agreement. The Federation could borrow money from the nobles, and the nobles had the right to independence under the Federation's regime. The agreement has been dubbed Project Kitten by successive presidents and is considered a federal shame. Successive presidents and even Mobius hoped that when the Frowning Eagle fully grew, it would cut off the wings of the wealthy clans.

None of the presidents wanted to see the existence of a special group of nobles in the Federation. Moreover, whether intentionally or unintentionally, every president chooses his or her background when grooming his or her successor. Those from noble backgrounds were not considered. As time went by, it became a rule of its own. Fortunately, this rule protected them. Otherwise, who could be sure that the Federation would not allow the nobles to infiltrate?

In fact, the aristocratic families had put in a lot of effort in this regard over the past few hundred years. In order to avoid suspicion, the three great families had no one involved in politics. However, there were many other aristocratic families that were obsessed with the regime. However, these people would eventually climb to the position of councillors or cabinet, and it would be impossible for them to do so again.

The struggle between the Federation and the nobles had lasted for centuries.

Morbit still remembers what the old president said to him before leaving the White House when he took over the presidency: "If the nobles do not go, the world will be unjust."

This sentence was not recorded anywhere, but engraved into his bones. As a commoner, he understood this sentence better than anyone else and agreed with it. Although the Federation was in charge of the floating island and the earth's surface, which of the wealthy families did not control the heavy armies and industries, and which did not hold onto one of the Federation's lifelines. Not to mention the wealthy families, just mentioning Beth Curd, who had been in the limelight for the past few years, Old Horn only had the property of a mo-wu factory, which was enough for the Federation to regard him as a thorn in the side.

Such examples were as numerous as a cow's hair. The nobles held too many resources and monopolized important industries. Their lives were extravagant, while the commoners on the surface lived in dire straits. The bread that the nobles on the island disdained was a delicious meal in the eyes of the commoners on the surface. Therefore, the conflict between the floating island and the surface had never eased.

Only by overthrowing the nobles and bringing the Federation into full power could a truly glorious era be ushered in. This has become almost every president in the heart, do not dare to say the ideal. Hundreds of years of wind and rain in the Federation, it is no exaggeration to say, are to achieve this ideal and silently cultivate.

However, it was only now that Mobius saw a glimmer of hope.

But sometimes, Mobius wondered, would the world become one with the nobles once they left? Or could it be that the universe was really good for the Federation, for the Earth, and for the commoners on the surface?

Actually, Mobbit had an idea that he didn't dare to say more than the President's Dream.

That presidential dream may not be good, it may not be right.

But what's the best thing to do? He had been in office for ten years, but he still couldn't find an answer. Every time he thought of it, he felt that he was alone in the void. Apart from confusion, it was still confusion.

Keep your mind back.

Mobbit had already turned to the last page of his notebook. On this page was the record he had left behind. There were only a few words in it, all of which were written about the problems that the Federation had to face today.

The first was Russen's proposal of "getting rid of the mole whiskers". Previously, he and Russen had met by means of long-distance communication. The general who was in the Garden of Eden said, "If the mole is not eliminated, the morale of the army will not be at peace." Mobius naturally agreed with him twelve times. But how to divide, when to divide, is not a matter that can be solved with just a few words; The second was the Gate of Freedom. Although this organization was holding a righteous sign, it declared that it would end the war with the Federation before the end of the Star Battlefield. But in the end, it was a definite bomb, and so far, Mobbit did not know who was the leader of the Gate of Freedom. This person was hidden very deeply. Lastly, the Light Concealment Society. It's a mysterious organization that dates back to before the Battle of Dawn and even further back. There was no doubt that this organization was even somewhat related to the Freemasonry of the old era, or perhaps it was completely reborn from the Freemasonry.

In fact, the hidden danger of the Hidden Society had already been revealed in the letter of the third president. However, this organization was very patient. They followed the principle of observing secretly and rarely interfered in the current situation. Because of this, the clues they left behind were pitifully few. Ever since the fourth president, he has been paying attention to and gathering information about the organization, but now, even Mobius knows pitifully well.

But now, Light Hidden, who had endured for centuries, would make a move. The moment he made his move, he would completely destroy the opportunity for the Gate of Freedom and the Federation to discuss everything. Judging from the current actions of the Light Seclusion Society, they wanted to create chaos and even force the federal government to step down. Although one of the four generals, Fendi, was working on arresting members of the Concealment of Light Society, the members that the Federation had captured so far were far from being core members.

Who knows how many pieces the Light Concealment Society had buried in the Federation over the centuries?

These three questions could be considered as one. However, this made the situation even more complicated and difficult to understand. Mobbit rubbed his eyebrows and dialed Elena's number from the inside. "Tell General Fendi I want to see him," he said.

Putting down the phone, Mobbit murmured, "Fendi has some members of the Hidden Light Society in her hands. Let Russen take them and open the butcher's knife." The morale of the army was uneasy. What a big excuse. It was clearly this murderer who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill. However, it was strange that Capulo should be the one to take charge of this matter, and Russen was suspected of taking over the matter. Looks like the relationship between him and that old lion isn't that deep. "

He looked at the Gate of Freedom and the Concealment of Light, and Mobie laughed self-deprecatingly, "It won't be long before the surface of the earth makes a big fuss about the mole. Smearing black and splashing dirty water is no less important than this black pot. I'll have to throw away a chess piece to carry it."

The president suddenly patted his head and wrote "Frius" on his notebook, "The supreme being of Agares has finally jumped out. Was it the demon king who was defeated in the civil war, or the Black Emperor who was ambitious enough to start a war in all directions?" "Hey, Frius used the Grai and Catu as chess pieces. If he didn't use a single soldier, he would have almost caused Adahua Planet to suffer a loss. The emperor played a good game of chess."

Mobbit wrote another name below: Orfasis.

"Since we've already made it clear that we're going to attack Adahua Planet, the Emperor of Orfasis probably can't sit still anymore. Autarchs against Autarchs, 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, let alone fight. So, it's better to watch from the sidelines. After all, we don't have a Sovereign in our hands."

Finally, the president wrote "bystander" at the end.

Close the notepad.

When Talikova opened her eyes, the room was filled with light.

The little girl jumped up with a "yah" sound. Just as she was about a foot away from the bed, she was pulled by a pair of hands, and then her butt fell back onto the soft and fragrant bed. Laura patted her head unhappily, "You're old enough to be so irritable. How can I rest assured?" josei

Talikova's little head was in a daze. After a moment, she remembered that the last scene she could remember was in the central room of the Death Star Base. Seeing that Laura was diverting the star origin power in Alan's body regardless of life and death, she also grabbed Laura's hand without knowing what was going on.

Then there was the starry sky, and then there was a blank space. After that, it would be at this moment.

Talikova supported her forehead and said, "Sister, where is this?"

"Golden City." Laura smiled and said, "Don't ask where the City of Gold is. I can't answer it. According to Alan, we're thousands of miles away from home."

"Ah? Then how can we go back?" The girl's face was somewhat anxious.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to return no matter what. You're the last one to wake up. Go take a shower first, and then big sister will show you around. This place is quite beautiful." Laura blinked and pulled the girl out of bed.

Talikova jumped out of bed, under the bed was a soft and warm carpet, then looked around the room. This bedroom was not big, but it could be decorated elegantly. Sunlight poured into an open window beside it. Outside the window, there were occasionally three or five birds passing through the bright sky, leaving behind crisp sounds that were extremely pleasant to hear.

Standing by the window, he stretched out his hand and dived into the light. 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."

Three days? That's all?