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With a sharp sneer, Marshal Oten looked at the emperor almost angrily: "Your Majesty!"! It is all too clear that the hawks of the Federation military have been in power for a long time and have extended their tentacles on Fisher. Your Majesty, I remember that I have a very worrying analysis in my annual military report. His Majesty the Emperor sighed in distress: "But …" "Your Majesty, there is nothing to worry about." Marshal Oten said coldly, pointing to the dripping blood and stumps on the screen, "Your Majesty, open your eyes and see that they are all your people, they are lying there, the ghosts are still there, the blood is not dry." The worried emperor looked at the picture, sighed slightly for a long time, and looked at his beloved prince: "Fern, what do you think?" Fern nodded calmly. "Father, the marshal is right.". In any case, a declaration of war is inevitable. The emperor, who had always been gentle, was silent at last. Waving his hand wearily and sadly, he stood up. "It's up to you." Staring at Fern, he smiled bitterly. "Now that you've been put in charge of Imperial military affairs,glass cream jars, it's going to be hard for you to do the rest." "Yes, fath.". I will do my best His Royal Highness, the young and promising Crown Prince of the Empire, nodded calmly. "Father, go back to rest first. The military headquarters will continue to discuss the meeting. I'm afraid it won't be until dawn before we can come up with a safe plan." …… After His Majesty the Emperor left, the meeting of the highest level of the military headquarters, which had a depressing and heavy atmosphere,Plastic Spray Bottles Wholesale, was held until the early morning of the next day. His Highness Fern did not leave as he watched the generals and chiefs of staff file out and rush to their respective places. Sitting in front of the projection screen, he silently pulled the picture back to the front of the TV program and began to watch it in detail in a cold and silent way. He came late last night, and he didn't really have a chance to see the whole story. Slowly watching the video twice, he closed his eyes and took a silent nap in the big leather chair. On the opposite side of the round table, the chief executive officer asked the secretary to sit breathlessly. There was a moment of silence, and His Highness Fern's faint voice came from across the huge long table, low but clear: "Call Colonel Wesley of the Secret Investigation Department of the Imperial Intelligence Agency and tell him to come and see me immediately." "Yes, Your Highness." Steady and intelligent personal information officer promised. After a pause, His Highness Fern's voice was softer. "You call yourself, not others.". And tell him to wait in my car and not let anyone see him. In the heart slightly startled, his confidential secretary does not have any expression to nod quickly: "Is Your Highness!" " In the early hours of the next morning, the picture of Fisher Star, which had been broadcasting live, Glass Cream Jars ,Plastic Foam Dispenser Bottle, was finally cut off, and all the radio stations were replaced by a temporary emergency news broadcast. His Majesty's sad and restrained face appeared in front of the people of the Empire, announcing the huge explosion and casualties that had taken place on Fisher last night. Although the Federation has not yet made any explanation and response, from all indications, this is a man-made tragedy. The calm voice of His Majesty Kent Cromwell spread across the Empire over the airwaves, and the aristocratic mansions of the imperial capital and the dark alleys of the untouchable areas all learned one thing at the same time-in the spring of 1880, the Empire first responded to the cold-blooded military provocation of the Federation and formally declared war. More than a hundred years of peaceful coexistence between the Federal Government of Gotha and the Empire of Rensselaer have come to an end, and the official war period has begun. Che Su's face and body were covered with sweat when he came back alone from the small training base of the Royal Private Mecha. It's already evening, and it's easy to forget the time when you're doing basic training alone in your own mecha. Usually, he prefers to have fantastic ideas and ponder at random, but seldom does this kind of simple, repetitive and boring decomposition movement training. These days, he is silently making up for his shortcomings in this respect. Just returned to the residence of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the dinner already prepared was already steaming hot on the table of the magnificent dining room. Unlike these days, the table is no longer empty, and several familiar figures are sitting beside it. "Your Highness Fern!"! Your Highness Lance! Walking forward quickly, Che-su looked at the people at the table with a little surprise. "Captain Fanzhong, are you here, too?" With a slight nod, Fan's heavy and stiff sitting posture showed more and more obvious military demeanor. I have something to say to you, and it's urgent, so I just came with his Highness Lance. Lance looked at his sweaty face and said with a smile, "Hello, Chesu." "Your Highness is good." Che Su hurriedly responded. Fern, who had not appeared in his bedroom for three days, was less cheerful and more tired on his heroic face. Looking at Che Su, he said lightly, "Come and have dinner with us." On one side, the boss stood with his hands hanging down and quietly placed another pair of tableware. Che Su shook his head. His Highness Fern was stunned and observed his face. What I want to say is, can you have dinner with us? Eh? His Highness Lance and Van Chong raised their heads at the same time and looked at His Highness Fern. Both keenly aware of His Highness Fern's eagerness to clarify, they looked at each other, Van Chong's face expressionless, Lance's eyes wide open. Not an order, but a request? His Royal Highness's caution was so obvious that it seemed a little cute at this moment. Che Su blushed slightly and whispered sheepishly, "I just sweated too much.". Your Highness, please wait a moment while I wash my face. Although they did not know what had happened, both Lance and Van Chong, as well as the maids waiting on one side, were aware of the subtle and different atmosphere in the hall, which had always been dignified and deserted. There seems to be something different between the Crown Prince and Che Su, who have always been at daggers drawn? Quickly washing his face and hands, Chesu hurried to the table and looked hesitantly at Lance and Van Chong sitting side by side. On one side of the long table was the two of them, and on the other side was His Highness Fern,Blue Bottle Serum, who was alone. 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