The old secretary was sitting in the rocking chair. Under the light of the room, he looked at his old friend and colleague standing on the balcony: "What are you still worried about?"

The white-haired elf turned to look at his old comrade: "Do you really believe in your little junior brother?"

"Why not? Don't you think what he did can't convince you to trust him?" the old secretary asked, adding a piece of firewood to the fire next to him. The night in the four islands was so cold, so cold

bone.

"They renovated the hotel to look like paradise." The old elf frowned after saying that. He looked at the hotel in the distance, on the top floor, until the curfew, and now that most of the city was without power due to lack of electricity.

The lights there were always on: "They even brought their own generator."

"Psychic mages can open a demiplane. Let alone a generator, I wouldn't be surprised if they come up with a flying car." The old secretary smiled and hammered his knee: "And you are already a hundred years old.

, why are you so harsh on them, they are not from the Four Islands, you let the children born in southern Thailand experience our life, this should not be done."

"I don't expect them to understand us. Many people in the organization are dissatisfied with the peace between you and Ishikawa. He and his royal gang have the blood of too many of our comrades on their hands."

"Isn't it the same for us? We have the blood of four dukes in our hands. Their descendants were slaughtered by us, and their families were uprooted by us. But what's the use? People on the four islands have been killing each other for so long. Why?

You can't take a break, even if it's to shed more blood in the future, you should take a break." The old secretary looked at his friend and sighed.

In response, the elf's face was full of coldness: "But the comrades don't think so. They say you betrayed northernism."

"I have no other pursuits for reputation. I just hope that we can have time to cultivate ourselves and recuperate, so that our young people can have the opportunity and time to see what is outside the four islands, and let them understand that when we are killing each other,

What has the outside world become like, with the tide of psychic energy, new technology, omnic farms, and giant cities, but as for us, we lack everything." At this point, the old secretary took a breath, his lungs were not very good.

.

The elf did not speak, but responded with silence.

"Old friend, I don't have much time. This winter is very cold, so cold that maybe I can't survive it. I'm just an ordinary human being, no better than you and Xiaoxi, so I want to use my reputation, my

I will use my identity to give young comrades an opportunity to see the world." After saying that, the old secretary looked at his friend and smiled, and while he was laughing, one side of his face was obviously stiff.

"You had a stroke..." The old elf's eyes widened.

"It should be that the medicine has expired. I was like this half a month ago. I used the injection my instructor gave me..." The old secretary said this, feeling a little out of breath.

His old friend walked quickly to his side. He checked his penis, then turned around and wanted to call a doctor, but a hand grabbed his wrist.

·If it comes true, don’t call the doctor.

"Why! You can't even speak to my senior brother!"

·Before I am ruined... let me die. Once I die, the successors of the organization will pinch their noses and admit peace for the sake of me and Mr. Gaota. We need time. Do you remember what we discussed before?

……

The old secretary looked at his junior brother. He wanted to laugh, but his face was completely frozen.

"...I remember that we said that there were changes within the royal party. As a prince, Ishikawa is unworthy of his position and will surely die."

·Yes, Ishikawa Tsubaki is Tainan's daughter-in-law. Prince Ishikawa does not have enough strength. The children he and his queen have have no advantage in the psychic tide, and those madmen... they will definitely want to change something.

·Therefore, there must be no real peace between us and them...Senior Brother...The Royal Party will have civil strife. When the time comes, it will be our opportunity. Before then, we must maintain this fragile peace. We can ask Tainan for help

Our civilians are asking for assistance. We need money, manpower, and machines. We need too much. If I can, I can kneel down and beg the world...

The old secretary's whisper gradually became lower.

Finally, he was left with one question.

·Come true...you said...virtue is not suitable, what is this virtue...

"It's nothing..." Seeing his senior brother's head lowering uncontrollably, the elf finally knelt down in front of him.

Virtue may be nothing, but it is still incomparable.

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Mars only found out about the news that the old Northernist secretary of the Four Islands had died last night when he got up early in the morning.

As a junior brother, Mars took the girls to express condolences as a matter of course. At this time, the mourning hall was not ready. Mars read the medical report and said that the old secretary had reached his end of life half a month ago, but he used the tower to express his condolences.

The injection was enough to hang on to life, and the signing of the peace treaty was completed.

Because of his death, the previously planned investiture ceremony was no longer available, but Mars no longer wanted to watch the ceremony.

"Mr. Ruman, can you tell me what the old secretary's name is?" Mars asked the elf in white plain clothes when he was leaving.

His name is Ruman Chengzhen, and he is the second secretary, but in the Four Islands, *** was directly elected by the 11th regiment, not a substitute.

"He is called the old secretary. The person who can sit in this position is definitely not a mortal. Every first secretary will clarify his own dogma before accepting this responsibility... I will have no self and be worthy of being civilized."

At this point, Mr. Ruman let out a long sigh: "He was very happy to see you at the last moment of his life. He said that you would protect this hard-won peace."

"...Yes, I will protect the peace of this land. I hope the hard work of the old secretary will not be in vain, but if one day, peace disappears...I will come with a sharp blade." At this point, Mars

He reached out and shook hands with Mr. Ruman.

When leaving, Mars met Mr. Shinnosuke Hasegawa and Mr. Ichiro Mori in the corridor.

The two middle-aged men were also wearing plain clothes. When they saw Mars, they both looked like they had cried.

Mars nodded: "Unfortunately, Mr. Hasegawa, it seems that your ceremony will be cancelled."

"If canceling my ceremony can bring the old secretary back to life, I will be very willing." The man said.

Mars nodded, and then shook hands with Ichiro Mori, who stretched out his hand: "Go in quickly." He didn't care why Hasegawa didn't want to shake his hand, but Mars also understood that there is a proverb that goes well within an organization.

If there were no factions, that would be a big mistake.

Some people want to see peace, and some people don't want peace to come. Whether it's northernism or the royalist party, there will always be this kind of existence.

Thinking of this, Mars felt a little sad again.

Humanity... really never learns anything useful from history.

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