"Mr. Maggs, do you want to go out so late?", No. 1 Avenue, which can also be said to be outside the No. 1 villa on Empire Avenue, Maggs opened the door in his windbreaker and top hat and went out. When he was locking, the police patrolling at night saw him and said hello politely.


    In this empire, the most powerful person is the most arrogant person, which makes many people who know margus deeply convinced by his morality. He never put himself in the spotlight according to his status and power, nor would he arrogantly treat anyone, even a tramp. This makes many people really surrender to his personality charm from the inside out.


    While locking the gate, MARGES glanced sideways at the policeman standing three meters away, smiled and nodded, "yes, I want to go out and buy some books. At this age, I found that my knowledge is too poor."


    The patrolmen don''t know how to praise the first person in the Empire. As MARGES said, "at his age", he is already the most powerful person in the Empire. No one dares to say that MARGES is an illiterate fool. Everyone knows that MARGES is famous for his profound knowledge. But even so, he still felt that he didn''t read enough books and was completely convinced!


    The policeman smiled and nodded to leave. As soon as he raised his feet, he put them back. "Do you want me to see you over?"


    Maggs had locked the yard. He patted his hands and inserted them into the pocket of his windbreaker. "Thank you very much, but I don''t need it. Walking is a good sport for me." he said, holding his hat in his left hand and lifting it slightly, "I won''t disturb your work. Bye."


    "Goodbye!"


    The patrolman stood and watched MARGES leave. When MARGES went far, he shook his head and took back his eyes. Suddenly, a strange idea came to his mind. Do you want to buy a book after work?


    Margus got into the alley next to Villa 39 on Empire Avenue, then crossed several small thresholds, and then went in through the back door of a folk house. The old woman sitting by the door was dressed in thick sheepskin. She raised her wrinkled face and looked at MARGES. She lowered her head and continued to squint at her sewing.


    He stepped on the creaking old stairs to the third floor, went to the innermost part of the corridor, opened the door, and a room full of books appeared in front of him. He went to the third row of bookshelves, that is, the bookshelves pasted on the wall. In the fourth row, he found a book called abstract art. Then he put his finger on the top half of the book, pulled it back and let go of his finger. The bookshelf in front of him slowly separated backward, revealing a downward passage.


    He glanced at the dark passage and went in.


    The sound of leather shoes treading on the slate echoed in the whole channel. After walking down for about 20 meters, the ground began to level, and a house with weak light could be seen in the distance.


    When he walked in through the small door, he saw a round conference table with twelve high backed chairs with red faces on a gold background. The room was very dark. The light could only illuminate the desktop, and could not even see the faces of the people sitting around. These people are hidden in the dark, and everyone can only see their hands and below their waist.


    Margus was the same. When he came in, it was very dark. There was only some weak light on the table. In order to prevent the reflection of light, the only lamp shade on the table was also made of opaque multi-layer black cloth. The desktop is matted, so the light is only concentrated in that small area. He glanced at the dark outline of the people around him. Just as others looked at him, he sat in the empty chair as soon as he came in the door.


    This is his position, just as there is a small door hole behind each chair. They come here from different places to discuss some important things.


    "Everyone is here?" everyone''s eyes focused on the first seat of the round table.


    In fact, it is difficult to find out which position is the first seat of the round table, but people here regard the position facing the north as the first seat.


    The voice did not seem old, but had a deep sense of youth. In the weak light, he tilted his legs, wore a gray suit, pressed one hand on his knee, and his fingers kept moving a gold ring on his index finger.


    After waiting for a moment for no one to speak, the owner of the voice continued: "good, everyone is very punctual, so let''s start..."


    The morning after mennong announced that he was free from the bloody dawn, his assistant looked incredible, held the receiver together with the phone, and revealed part of the phone to mennong in silent spoken language - the phone of emperor.


    This sentence gave mennong a boost. He immediately straightened his sitting position on the hospital bed, and even showed a rare piety on his face.


    You know, since the Kadima party has been shown to the world, it has now had a very solid foundation in the west, won the mayors of several cities, and is even likely to compete for the next governor. Even if he had achieved this level, no one from the core of the Empire had called him. He was like standing outside the room called "power". It was snowing outside. He stood shivering naked in the snow and longed to see a group of gentlemen and ladies in clothes and shoes enjoying a feast in the warm room through the glass window.


    He wanted to participate, but no one opened the door for him, which made him feel wronged, angry, unwilling and helpless.


    But now, these emotions were gone. There were only violent things in his heart, which made his hands tremble slightly.


    He put the base of the phone on his legs, then took the phone with his hands in a very humble way and said softly, "Hello, I''m mennong."


    "Hello, Mr. mennon, this is Powell. If you know me, you should know who I am!" the voice on the phone is not as old as mennon imagined, but full of confidence.


    He nodded repeatedly, as if Powell could see it with his own eyes in front of him, "yes, sir, I know you."


    "Really? I''m very honored. It also saves us the trouble of introducing ourselves."


    "We are well aware of the assassination and other despicable acts you have suffered in the West. We also held a temporary meeting this morning. The attack on you is a provocation to the Empire and all justice. I only express my great indignation on behalf of myself..."


    Mennon''s face suddenly showed an expression of ecstasy. He knew he had bet the right game.


    Powell is the whip of the new party and the third figure of the ruling party, second only to MARGES and the chairman of the Committee. He can be said to be a very authoritative person within the new party. Although he has no official position, such as a minister or supreme officer, no one dares to underestimate his influence. He was able to call, not only on behalf of himself as he said, which must have been at the instigation of MARGES and the cabinet.


    Not before, but now. Why?


    In fact, mennong was also very clear that they saw the benefits and saw the benefits, so they called. They hope that he can be like a mad dog, after breaking with the bloody dawn, in turn become a pioneer in combating the bloody dawn.


    Although it has been more than 20 years since the darkness before dawn, the impact of some things can not be easily erased by time. So many great nobles died in the hands of bloody dawn, mysterious leaders who have never been caught, involving antiques and collections worth tens of millions or more... These are the meaning behind this call.


    He''s ready to be a dog. Of course, he''s a smart, ambitious and planned dog. He won''t bite everyone out in one breath according to these people''s ideas. He wants to work for the empire a little bit, at least after he really takes the initiative!


    The call lasted more than ten minutes. When mennong finished the last word and hung up the phone, he was already sweating. With a wry smile and a sigh of relief, he took a towel to tidy up his instrument, shook the bell on the head cabinet, and the assistant outside pushed the door in.


    "Take the phone away and tell the doctor that I want to leave the hospital as soon as possible." he asked his assistant to leave. Just as the assistant was about to go out, he said, "by the way, get me something to eat and a bunch of flowers. I''m going to see that bastard Dooling."


    After mennon was "accepted" by the top of the Empire, his mentality changed greatly. Of course, the fear of Mr. kesma still existed, which not only did not weaken, but deepened a lot.


    He betrayed the bloody dawn. Maybe Mr. kesma wants to kill him himself!


    Holding Turing steady is equivalent to holding Mr. kesma steady, which mennon is very sure. During the years he spent with Mr. kesma, he knew Mr. kesma''s character well. If durin wasn''t here, he might come in person. But when Dooling is here, Mr. kesma will entrust it to Dooling and let him make a choice. That old bastard has always been such a fucking person.


    Meanwhile, in the courtyard of tenell district police station, Mason received a report from his men that someone wanted to see him. He hurried down and widened his eyes.


    "You... What happened?"