Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 875: President’s Dream

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"There is nothing wrong with you here, Miss Elenda, you should go out first." Mobit smiled and waved.

Elenda was relieved and left the office as if to escape.

Morbit is still knocking on the table, seemingly muttering to himself: "Invite the nobles to fight, this game will have to go sooner or later. Now the opportunity is right in front of you, use it, no trace, then Use nothing for nothing. It has been in business for four hundred years and the foundation of the Federation is deep. It is time to tear down the bridge of the aristocratic giants. It is only an accident that I will demolish it."

There was ice-like cold in his eyes, and the cold in the office with the doors and windows closed.

The president opened the drawer next to him and took out a notepad. The cover of the notepad is very old and looks ages. Mobitt stretched out his hand to open it, and it seemed that two-thirds of the thick notebook had been used up. Not only was it filled with text, but it also contained photos and other things. This is the manuscript of the successive presidents of the Confederation. It records various secrets since the establishment of the Confederation. Only the president can read it.

On the floating island, rich and powerful, there are many nobles, and the federal government does not interfere with each other. The Federation also does not interfere in the internal affairs of the nobles, as Mobit's intervention in Maine was a special case last time. These rules have been around for a long time, but who made them is unclear. I am afraid that even the three largest giants with the longest history, their Patriarchs probably have no idea. But on the notepad in Mobitt's hand, it was stubbornly remembered.

At the beginning of the floating island, the Federation established a cabinet and a parliament to form a government agency, and the first generation of presidents and representatives of the wealthy people at the time signed a secret agreement. The federation can borrow money from the nobles, and the nobles have independent rights under the federal government. This agreement has been called the "Young Eagle Project" by successive presidents and is also regarded as a federal shame. The presidents of the past and even Mobit hope that when the wrinkled eagle has fully grown up, it will be the time to cut off the wings of the wealthy.

There is no president who would like to see a handful of special cases like aristocrats in the Federation. Moreover, I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. When cultivating his successor, every president will always choose his or her background. Those of noble origin are not considered. So over time, it becomes a rule of its own. Fortunately, it is protected by this rule. Otherwise, who can say that the quasi-federation will not let the nobles infiltrate.

Actually, the aristocratic giants have made great efforts in this regard over the past few hundred years. To avoid suspicion, the three giants have no one in politics. But other aristocratic families, there is no shortage of people who are obsessed with government. But these people eventually climbed to the positions of parliamentarians or cabinets, and then they were impossible.

The struggle between the Federation and the nobility has lasted for centuries.

Mobit 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 unfair."

This sentence Mobit is not recorded anywhere, but it is carved in the bones. He, who was born as a commoner, understood this sentence better than anyone else, and agreed with it. Regardless of the Federation's management of the floating islands and the surface, but in the hands of the wealthy family, which one does not hold the heavy forces and the heavy industry, which one does not hold one of the lifelines of the Federation. Regardless of the rich, the fact that Beskard, who has been thriving in the past few years, is just a Mowu factory industry in his hands is enough for the Federation to regard him as a thorn in the eye.

And there are so many examples like this. The nobles hold too many resources and monopolize important industries. Their lives are extremely luxurious, while the civilians on the surface live in dire straits. The bread dismissed by the nobles on the floating island is a delicious meal in the eyes of ordinary people on the surface. So when the contradiction between the floating island and the surface has never been eased, it has come from then.

Only when the nobles are overthrown and the Federation is fully in power can we usher in a truly glorious era. This has almost become the ideal that every president keeps in his heart and dare not speak out. For hundreds of years of ups and downs, it is no exaggeration to say that the Federation has been working silently to achieve this ideal.

Until now, Mobitt sees a glimmer of hope.

But sometimes Mobit thinks, once the aristocracy goes, will the world be the same? Or, in other words, the Great Harmony in the world is really good for the Federation, the earth and the civilians on the surface?

Actually, Mobitt has an idea that is more dare not to say than the dream of a president.

That presidential dream may not be good or right.

But what is the best? He was ten years in office, but he couldn't find the answer. Whenever I think of it, I feel that one person is alone against the void. In addition to being confused, still confused.

Mind retreat.

Mobit has turned to the last page of the notepad. On this page is the record left by him. There are only a few words in it, all of which are about the problems that the Federation needs to face today.

The first one is the "inner ghost must be removed" proposed by Lu Sen this time. He and Lu Sen met by remote communication before. The general who was on the Garden of Eden said at the beginning, "If the ghost is not removed, the army will be uneasy." Mobit naturally agreed. But how to divide and when to divide is not a matter that can be solved with a few words; the second is Freedom Gate. Although this organization now holds a sign of righteousness, it claims that before the end of the interstellar battlefield was over, and Federal strike. But after all, it was a fixed time, bombing, bombing, and until now, Mobit didn't know who the leader of the Freedom Gate was. This person hides very deep; the last one, the light will disappear. This is a mysterious organization whose origins can be traced back to the pre-Dawn War, or even more distant years. There is no doubt that this organization even has some relationship with the Freemasonry of the old age, or it was born out of the Freemasonry at all.

Actually, the hidden danger of Guangxi will have been revealed in the third president's letter. It's just that this organization is very tolerant. They follow the principle of secret observation and rarely interfere with the current situation. Because of this, the clues left by them are pitiful. Since the fourth president, he has paid attention to and collected information about this organization, but up to now, even if it is Mobit, what he knows is pitiful.

But now, the light that has endured for centuries will make a move. One shot was to completely destroy the opportunity for the Freedom Gate and the Federation to talk about. Judging from the current actions of the Guangyinhui, they are trying to create chaos and even force the federal government to step down. Although Fendi, one of the four generals, is working on arresting the members of the Guangyin Society, so far, those members of the Federation are far from reaching the level of core members.

God knows how many chess pieces have been laid in the Federation in the past few centuries?

These three questions may not be regarded as one. But in this way, the situation is more complicated and difficult to understand. Mobit rubbed his eyebrows, dialed Erinda's phone on the inside line, and said, "Inform General Fendi, I want to see him."

Putting down the phone, Mobitt murmured: "There are some members of the Guanghide Society in Fendi's hands, so let Ruson take it and open the butcher knife. The army is uneasy. It's a big excuse. It's obviously this murderous fantasies. Let’s kill with a machine. But it’s weird. It’s more appropriate for Caprow to come forward. Ruson is a little bit more suspicious. It seems that the relationship between him and the old lion is not that deep."

He looked at the Gate of Freedom and the Glorious Society again, and Mobit laughed at himself: "It won’t be long before the surface will definitely make a fuss about the inner ghost. To smear the dirty water, this black pot must be thrown away. Which chess piece to carry."

Mr. President suddenly patted his head and wrote the four words "Frius" on the notepad: "The supreme of Agareth finally jumped out. It was the demon king who fell in the civil war. Yu Xiafeng, the black emperor was still ambitious and wanted to fight in many ways. Hey, Frius took the Gly and Catu as pawns, and he almost made Ida Huaxing a disadvantage without using a single soldier. This An emperor played a good chess game."

Mobit wrote another name below: Ofascism.

"Since I have made it clear this time to attack Star Idahua, the emperor of Ofascius may not be able to sit still. Supreme vs. Supreme, this game of chess is becoming more and more interesting." Mobit sighed. Tone: "It's a pity that a small federation, let alone confrontation, is not even qualified to watch the battle. Therefore, it is better to watch from the sidelines. After all, we can't get a supreme in our hands."

Finally, Mr. President wrote the word "watching" at the end.

Close the notepad.

When Talikova opened her eyes, the room was full of light.

The little girl jumped up with a "Yeah". As soon as she got off the bed, she was pulled by her hands, and then her **** fell back on the soft and fragrant bed. Laura didn't pat her head nicely: "The boss is not too young, and he is so frizzy. How can you feel relieved?"

Talikova's little head was confused, and it took a moment before she remembered the last picture she could remember, which was in the central room of the Death Star base. At that time, seeing Lola disregarding life and death as the source of stars in Allen's fluid, she also grasped Lola's hand recklessly.

Then there is the sky full of stars, and then there is a blank space. Come down again, this is the moment.

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

"The City of Gold." Laura said with a smile: "Don't ask where the City of Gold is, I can't answer. According to Allen, we are thousands of miles away from our hometown."

"Huh? How can I go back then?" The girl's face was a little worried.

"Don't worry, you can go back anyway. You are the last one to wake up. Take a shower first, and then your sister will take you around. It's pretty here." Lola blinked and said, then Pulled the girl from the bed.

Talikova jumped out of the bed, under the bed was a soft and three-point warm carpet, and then looked around the room. This bedroom is not big, but can be elegantly furnished, with sunlight streaming in from an open window next to it. In the overly bright sky outside the window, three or five birds pass by occasionally, leaving a crisp sound, which is very beautiful.

Standing by the window, reaching out into the light, you can feel the heat of the sun, which is clearly not a dream. The girl turned her head and asked: "Sister, how long did I sleep?"

"Not much, only three days."

Three days? That's it?