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Even though he was dissatisfied, he still gave General Negan a little face, and did not directly say that he wanted to add money to his resume, but blamed the new governor who wanted to restore peace.

But even if he was much more tactful, he finally said what he wanted to say. In the Governor's Mansion, Mr. Thomas, who had already packed up his family and was about to escape with his family, did not want to listen to these words. General Negan, who was arrogant, would not waste time listening to the lowly Southern Continental people explain the situation. Before the new Governor came, he was just a mayor. He knew how to develop people's livelihood, protect the weak, and promote education, but he did not know when to advance and when to retreat on the battlefield.

The Governor was just clumsyly balancing the tense relationship between the two generals, wanting to achieve a balance.

The sound of windows opening came from above his head. Facing the eyes of soldiers and the people who were stopping on the road, Javier felt a heavy responsibility pressing on his shoulders. At the same time, these expected expressions also aroused the courage that had been silent for a long time in his heart.

His voice fell:

"I am the general of Aldera, Javier Reina. In this terrorist attack, I will fight with you all."

"My fellow citizens have something that has troubled me for a few days."

"Dear people, from the Northern or Southern continents, people of Aldera, what are you feeling now?"

He glanced at everyone majesticly, and there was silence around him.

In terms of momentum, Javier Reiner, who has been through the battlefield, is confident that he is better than General Negan, who is the "Judge" path.

In people's hearts, Javier also feels that he should not be compared by General Negan.

As if a hint was opened, he suddenly had a doubt - since that's the case, why was I suppressed by General Negan in all aspects?

But now is not the time to think, Javier knew that he should speak immediately. The man sitting on the bench picked up the newspaper, put his scarf on his arms, walked leisurely to the street, stood not far from Javier, and watched quietly.

"Thank me, General." Edward's mouth raised, "With this speech, history will record you as a hero."

And beside the bench, Javier spoke again:

"My fellow citizens, you may not know the details of this peace talk."

He reported the several familiar treaties:

"Aldera will compensate Bailang for some of the losses he suffered from the restoration of Congress."

After this sentence fell, the people around him had changed their faces and began to whisper.

Javier knew that the treaty actually played a word game. The "Pale Queen" criticized the old governor, so Aldera made compensation. Roon pushed the blame out, and compensation and embarrassment were not his business.

But he knew that this could not be explained clearly now because he needed the support of the people.

"At the same time, during the new Governor General's tenure, Bailang's resumption of Congress will be qualified to supervise. If they feel that the Governor General is not doing well, the resumption of Congress may be a possible comeback at any time!"

"That's the details of this negotiation."

"If we admit this peace talks, it means we admit that it is his fault that Aldera suffered such a disaster."

He said lightly.

A burst of discussion broke out in the crowd.

There were more and more people on the street, and even the beggars by the wall turned their heads here. Javier raised his head and saw heads poking out from the windows in the residential building, pale faces towards him, like sunflowers chasing the light source.

"What a pity, General, it's Aldera's own fault." The devil shrugged, "If the old governor hadn't indulged traffickers in a crazy way to make money, how could Shiya Eggs have a legitimate reason to capture the city, or even negotiate terms with Ruon?"

"Of course, people who are not involved in trafficking are innocent, and they may say so." He raised his hat with one hand, tidied his hair, and continued to listen to his speech, "Then treat this attack as a natural disaster, and revenge as the soul of the trafficked innocent slaves."

He turned his head slightly and listened to the conversations of the people around him.

"My husband and children were killed by the people who returned to the Congress." The first thing that sounded was the voice of a woman full of fear, "Absolutely not, I absolutely do not admit that it is our fault. Then isn't my husband and children worthy of death?!"

Following closely behind was the voice of a panicked man: "Damn it, but what does it have to do with me? Let those big men and natives worry. As soon as the matter here is over, I will immediately return to the Northern Continent and never stay in this damn place again!"

The soldiers were conscientious and could not join the discussion, but they were also communicating with their teammates in a small way.

These two sounds are the main themes in the crowd, but as time goes by, the first sound gradually turns to the upper hand—

Because now, 90% of Alderari are natives, mixed-race children, and foreigners who have the money to leave have left. In terms of quantity, their voices are gradually overshadowed by the locals.

That's what Javier wants.

If it were in the prosperous Aldera, his words would definitely not have such influence.

"Listen to me, my fellow citizens."

"I want to know that if the worst happens...if the cunning cults did not retreat as promised, even such humiliating regulations would not fill their ambitions, if the enemy appears here, appears on the streets, appears in the city center..."

He looked around the people gathered around him, and the emotions of the crowd became depressed and heavy together with his voice:

"What should we do?"

A voice immediately rang: "Fight with them!"

People observe each other and look for the source of the sound, and people quickly answer the conversation in the other direction:

"Never talk! Our family and friends cannot die in vain! Fight them! Use a dining knife, a walking stick, and a broom!"

"Play whatever you have in your hand!"

"Pray to the gods! God will punish these disgusting cultists!"

The person who had premonition that something was wrong had left quietly, and the people who were still listening to the general's speech shouted the name of the gods and never negotiated. The voices came from the front, back and above, and the voices of hundreds of people gathered together, becoming a huge wave of voices.

"Yes! Never talk about peace!" Javier shouted to the people in front of him and those angry eyes:

"Never talk about peace!"

"We should drive the enemy out of Aldera! We have the ability to protect our homeland!"

"Turn away the Restoration Congress and then go to negotiate peace! Let them admit that it is their own fault for defeat!!"

With a shout, the crowd was excited. The decadent Javier finally wiped out all the negative emotions on his body at this moment, and unprecedented courage and joy pushed him forward and fight.

In the fanatical atmosphere, the demon then applauded.

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After soothing the emotionally excited people, Javier asked the soldiers to evacuate the people.

He looked energetic and energetic, and he was completely gone from the embarrassing and anxious look more than an hour ago.

He searched back and forth in the crowd, found the brown-haired man wearing glasses, and happily greeted him, spreading his arms to give him a hug. But he remembered Ruen's implicit manners, and his arms circled in the air, which finally turned into a handshake.

"Thank you very much, sir." Javier's eyes were bright and he held Edward's hand hard. "If you hadn't talked to me and talked, I probably wouldn't know what to do now."

"I'm glad to help you, General."

Edward smiled and held back, then let go: "It seems you have an idea."

Javier nodded: "I know what I should do now."

There is no need to waste time on arguing with General Negan, nor is there any need to be obsessed with persuading the Governor.

He was the general of Aldera. He grew up here and joined the army. He had been stationed for more than ten years. No one knew and loved the city better than him. He was fully capable of uniting people, creating public opinion, and forcing the governor to open his eyes. He could no longer ignore the wishes of people and generals!

"So, I wish you success."

"I can." Javier turned around and was about to leave, then turned back with a bend under his feet, "Tell me your name. If you want to go back to the Northern Mainland, I can give you some convenience."

"My honor," said Edward, "but please leave this until you have won a great victory."

Javier glanced at Him in surprise, nodded seriously, treating this as some kind of agreement and encouragement.

He strode away, and finally felt a bit impatient with the storm path.

476

Javier ran to the Governor's Mansion in a hurry.

He called out to the adjutant and asked anxiously: "Where is the governor?"

The adjutant who was relaxing in the corridor was startled by the sudden appearance of the general. He was surprised that the general had completely recovered his energy after going out, and at the same time, the adjutant replied with great professional ability:

"General, it's already nine and thirty-five now. The Governor is going to the military port to pick up General Levite."

I actually went out for so long? Javier was stunned: "When will he be back?"

"The Governor's second schedule today is to take General Levitt to inspect the Aldera garrison at half past ten o'clock." The adjutant said quickly, "that should be back before ten o'clock."

"Okay, then I'll wait."

After waiting, Javier returned to his room, sat for a while, then stood up, stood beside the bed and observed the walkway outside the Governor's Mansion.

It was not until nine:50 that he finally saw a carriage with the Governor's logo appear at the end of the aisle. Javier quickly jumped out of the window and ran directly to the door of the Governor's Mansion to wait for the rabbit.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the big iron gate and several people got off the car slowly. In addition to the new governor and General Negan whom they were familiar with, there was also a man with black hair and blue eyes, who looked very old-fashioned and serious.

I guess this is Amyrius Levitt.

He looks a little younger than Javier.

Amyrius Levitt noticed the man standing at the gate of the Governor's Mansion from afar and asked expressionlessly:

"Who is that?"

The young General Negan sneered disdainfully: "Indigenous General."

"I remember his nationality is Roon," said Amyrius.

"That would not change the fact that he had low-level indigenous blood." General Negan said with contempt, "Ruen's etiquette education can only restrain his appearance and behavior, and cannot change the stupidity and impulsiveness in his blood."

"Please don't say that, Mr. Negan."
To be continued...