December 24, 2020, 3:30 pm.

Christinefield, Moravian Brotherhood.

Prince Akime's living room, the flames in the red brick fireplace were jumping indulge in. The green Christmas tree on one side was hung with a wide range of decorations. The flames reflected the golden bells and gift boxes wrapped in red cellophane.

The dazzling Prince Akim was paced back and forth in a palace dress in front of the fireplace. His brows were furrowed, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his expression was stiff and rigid. Even those who did not understand psychology could see Akim

The prince has a very serious concern.

As Prince Akim contemplated and meditated, a knock on the door suddenly rang out.

"Who?" Prince Akim asked alertly, the uneasiness in his tone was as strong as a dog guarding the house was disturbed.

"It's me, Christoph."

When Prince Akime heard the voice of Napoleon VII, he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked quickly to the door. He opened the door and asked impatiently, "Why are you here?"

According to the agreement at the Palace of Fontainebleau in Paris, they should try not to contact each other, let alone meet. Therefore, Prince Akime was somewhat surprised by the arrival of Napoleon VII.

Napoleon VII stared into Prince Akime's eyes. He saw a flash of expectation in the other party's eyes, but he did not immediately explain the purpose of the visit, but just responded in a calm tone: "Get in and say."

"You are the only one?" Prince Akime said as he asked Napoleon VII to come in. He asked this, but he had already seen that there was no one behind Napoleon VII. So he showed uneasy and inquiring eyes, and glanced at Napoleon VII.

World, “Blessed by the Creator, I hope you will not bring any bad news!

"Well! I'm the only one, Morris protects my substitute in the farm." Napoleon VII closed the door casually and patted Prince Akime on the shoulder, "Akime... Don't be nervous, everything will be

As planned. I came over, but I felt that you were a little nervous recently, so I came to see you." Napoleon VII spoke English in his French tone, and each sentence was elongated, just like a pope in a robe

It looks solemn.

Perhaps Prince Akime wanted to get what unexpected news was from Napoleon VII. Seeing that Napoleon VII looked as usual, it seemed that there would be no accident. So he smiled bitterly and turned toward the fireplace.

He walked over to the coffee table and whispered: "How can I not be nervous? This is a war and will break out on my country. You want to see what important people are in Christinefield now...

I can imagine that the whole world will be sensational tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!”

"Akim, it's already this time. I don't think you need to think too much. Just follow the plan. Now, the soldiers are ready, and the pistols and cannons are loaded. Even if we want to back up,

There is no way out." Napoleon VII paused for a moment, walked to Prince Akime and said in a deep voice, "Either create history or become history, we have no choice."

The spacious reception room was in annoying silence, and only the firewood that was burning in the fireplace made a "crackling" sound, just like the distant and messy gunshots.

Prince Akime turned his back to Napoleon VII and picked up a glass of red wine on the coffee table. After drinking it all, he held the empty cup and sighed: "Yes! The so-called war machine is like a car that steps on the accelerator,

Even if you want it to stop, you still have an inertia that cannot be stopped."

"Akim, I think your idea has entered a misunderstanding. We are not going to launch a world war that represents the world, nor to abandon capitalism and liberalism, but to use the world war to promote the reform of Europa society.

Believe me, believe in your partners, and believe in yourself. Things will never develop to the worst situation, and we can control it." Napoleon VII said this to Akim before the war came, just to know Akim

The prince has lived a peaceful life for too long, and the Danish royal family still holds great power in Denmark, and may not be as firm as he is when creating wars.

As the most important part of "Operation Holy Cross", if something goes wrong with Prince Akime, then this action will only become a joke. Napoleon VII would rather accept failure than become a joke.

"I hope!" Prince Akim smiled bitterly again. He put the cup on the coffee table and poured himself a glass of red wine, and then drank it all in one go.

Hearing Prince Akime's answer, a touch of softness on Napoleon VII's serious face gradually disappeared, just like the afterglow of dusk gradually disappeared into the sky of the night, he walked to the fireplace, looking down at the burning of the flames, making himself in his heart

The anger, perhaps not only anger but also fear, was calmed down. In fact, by this second, he didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

Napoleon VII remained silent for a moment before speaking again: "The speed of German society's division is visible to the naked eye. The huge rift is fundamentally due to the refugees' refusal to accept integration into German culture, and German society is indulging in the weakness of the government.

It is not just a disaster for Germany, but a disaster for the entire Europa. When the economy is healthy, Europa can barely maintain social stability, but in this bad situation, except for a surgery, it is impossible to save Europa by taking medicine alone.

.Akim, we Europa are one, prospering and losing, and Germany collapses, and Denmark cannot stay out of it. This is a difficult self-rescue, and you must have the belief of a knight."

"I know, I know, Christoph, I don't regret my choice, I'm just worried!" Prince Akim whispered worriedly, "It's not a doubt, it's just this kind of thing when things are settled.

Emotions are inevitable.”

"How is the situation in the Asgard ruins now?" Napoleon VII asked in a relaxed tone.

"Star Gate will complete the mission of summoning Alkang tonight. If the 'Judge' who is over thirty-three levels is here, maybe they can find the creator of the giant. There is no news about the thirty-three levels.

The judge is in Asgard." Prince Akim replied.

Napoleon VII said in a little surprise: "How could it be so fast? The Tai Chi Dragon people didn't cause any trouble to the Star Gate?"

"It seems that you helped the wrong person. Maybe we should help the Sun Flag people get two chosen ones in. If that 'Judge' is the Star Gate', they have completed the mission today

, At that time, we will find the master creator as soon as possible, and things will be a little troublesome..." Prince Akime shook his head and said, "In that case, we may be forced to start plans in advance... and Paris

It cannot be synchronized..."

Napoleon VII frowned and said, "Maybe I overestimated the strength of Tai Chi Dragon." After pausing, he said, "But no problem. Zero has mastered the missile forces of the Federal Defense Forces and can be launched at any time."

Attack. The clown Sith has arrived in Metz. As long as he wants, it will only take two or three hours to arrive in Paris."

"I think the clown Sith is really a time bomb. No one knows where he will be and when it will explode!" Prince Akim frowned and said with a wry smile, "He is just a madman, look at him

What did he do all the way? Not only did he explode the Brandenburg Gate, but he also robbed him all the way to Paris! Look at how many explosions he had made in more than a day? To be honest, he should have been the one who was supposed to have him at the beginning

Excluding it, he has now become the biggest variable in our plan."

"We can't find a suitable candidate except him." Napoleon VII said helplessly, "Who else dares to cause trouble in Paris, where God-General is in charge?"

Prince Akim sighed: "Oh! That's true."

"Don't worry, I'll be optimistic about him." Napoleon VII whispered, "I'll leave it to you here."

"I understand. But you have to come as soon as possible after dealing with the matter in Paris. The talent of Star Gate and Ou Yu are the key to the problem."

"I will." Napoleon VII turned toward Prince Akime. He did not speak immediately, but stared at Prince Akime speechlessly. After a while, he raised his right hand and stroked his heart and said in a deep voice: "

Don't forget that there was a place, a brief flash of moments, and that place was called Camelot." ("Camelot", legend says it was the palace where King Arthur and the knights held a round table meeting, about the pursuit of justice and courage

The chivalrous spirit is linked to the name of this palace, which is a metaphor for the sacred and noble political expectations in the hearts of the people.)

A spiral rose from the feet of Napoleon VII. Prince Archimee looked back at Napoleon VII who was returning to his original body, and repeated with a solemn expression: "Don't forget that there was a place, a brief flashing moment, and that place was called

Camelot.”

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December 24, 2020, 5:30 pm.

The sky is gloomy and the clouds are laminated very low, as if it will rain at any time. A silver Peugeot 307 gallops on Highway 4 leading to Paris. On both sides are barren fields. Occasionally, you can see white birch with leaves falling out.

Lin, and small pieces of snow that had not yet had time to melt.

The curly-haired young man sitting in the passenger seat woke up from his deep sleep. He yawned, then turned on the radio, changed channels several times, and the "7  rings" by ariana  grandé appeared in the car speaker.

The young curly-haired man obviously likes this trap-pop-style song. He followed the music and sang loudly: "think  retail  therapy  my  new  addiction (I'm very addicted to shopping therapy when talking about shopping and shopping.)

whoever   said  money  can't  solve  your  problems(Who said that money can't buy my happiness can't solve the problem?)

Must  not  have  had  enough  money  to  solve  'em(Then you must not have enough money)

They  say  " which one"  i  say  "nah  i  want  all  of 'em" (They asked me "which one do you want" I just want "I want it all")

happiness  is  the  same  price  as  red-bottoms”.(The price of happiness is as expensive as christian  louboutin’s luxury red-soled shoes)

Sith, who was sitting in the back seat, covered his ears with pain until he couldn't stand it, so he moved his butt to the middle of the back seat, leaned over and turned off the radio, and immediately the entire carriage was gone.

Quiet

The curly-haired man who was singing was holding his hands and looking at the clown Sith inexplicably, and said in disbelief: "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Are you French?" The clown Sith did not answer the curly man, but turned his head to look at him and asked questions that were unrelated.

"Of course! A pure French man!"

The clown Sith said seriously: "Since that's the case, you should like French music. French music has a unique personality label, including the great Debussy and Ravel, and the 'big opera' focused on the tragic heroic epic.

......This is the music that a normal Frenchman should like. Instead of the messy pop songs you just listened to. This kind of thing that only emphasizes the earworm effect and has no structural beauty is not worthy of being called

music!"

"What music do I like? Is it your turn to talk to me?" The curly young man snorted, snorted coldly and turned on the radio again. The sweet voice of ariana grande echoed in the cramped car compartment again.

The clown Sith grabbed the backrest of the driver's seat with one hand and leaned forward to turn off the radio, making the entire carriage quiet again.

"Are you sick?" The young man curly-haired man angrily scolded the clown Sith, and then turned on the radio again.

The clown Sith did not show any weakness, and turned off the radio again with a curly young man.

The two of them went back and forth three times, and the young man with curly hair finally couldn't help but burst out. He yelled at the clown Sith: "This is my car. If you want to be so rude, just get out!"

The clown shrugged and said, "Young man, no one said this is not your car."

"Since it's my car, I have the final say on what music to listen to!"

"Young man, your words seem to make sense, but in fact they don't. You have to understand that what music you choose is not your own choice, but your choice of fate."

"What shit are you talking about?"

"I'm guiding you to think, why did you choose this song with all the lyrics of unnutrition? Because you have been educated since childhood, the media you come into contact with, the TV you have watched, and the other ones you have watched, and

The social networks you have browsed are these things that affect your aesthetics. They use traffic to make you choose what you think you will like, and you also lack thinking about yourself, thus falling into a blind obedience to traffic.

Typical herd mentality. So this is not your choice, it is your own fate, and it is also the choice of capital..." The clown Sith stretched out his scarlet tongue like a snake, licked his lips, and he looked at it

The young man with curly hair in the mirror continued, "And you are just a puppet in the data age..."
To be continued...