Foer quietly listened to the reports of the four masters. Maxim Federation's control of the mainland was still within control.
The only fly in the ointment was the Cleveland Kingdom's counterattack, which set off a trend of state-owned commercial banks in the mainland and shaken Maxim Federation's dominance in the financial field.
"The Kingdom of Cleveland has successfully split the two forces, and Kira of the Yamato family is now in charge of the affairs of the Ten-Party Alliance." Gene Aznable said lightly.
Foer nodded and did not continue to pay attention to the affairs of the Kingdom of Cleveland.
His chessboard is the entire continent, but he has no time to pay attention to a force like the Kingdom of Cleveland that is split into two countries.
"The original commercial layout has matured, and it's time for us to start harvesting. The Federation's land area is too small, and the pigs that the surrounding countries have raised for so many years should be killed," Foer said calmly.
The four masters looked at each other sternly, and their eyes couldn't help but reveal their fanatical gazes.
They have waited for so many years and finally waited for this day.
"Yes, Mr. President!"
"President! No, no, that was before. From now on, the Maxim Federation has been renamed the Maxim Empire, and I am the first emperor, Fronto I." Foer said lightly.
"See you, Your Majesty!" The four masters knelt down quickly to congratulate.
"Your Majesty! Should the federal constitution be changed?" the head of the Yamato clan said with his eyes shining.
The Federal Constitution is too biased towards the common people and has too low tolerance for the nobility, which makes them, the old nobles, really intolerable.
Can they still be nobles if they cannot enslave the common people?
After thinking for a moment, Foer nodded and said: "It must be revised! The Civil Protection Act is a red line, and whoever touches it will die."
The head of the Yamato family couldn't help showing a disappointed expression.
Although Foer doesn't quite understand it, he has seen it in his eyes over the years. The reason why Maxim Federation can develop so fast is inseparable from the efforts of the people.
He always remembered what his wife often said, that people are just like people, water can carry a boat and it can also capsize it.
When Foer thought of his wife, his face quickly showed disgust.
Monogamy had tortured him for so many years, and even the occasional cheating would be punished by her. Now that it had taken over all her memories, Foer finally understood his wife's true identity.
A time traveler, a soul that has traveled from an unknown world.
But it didn't matter, she was now a corpse, and the memories in her mind were finally extracted by him using magic. This process took him six years.
Now Foer has completely mastered those memories. Although there are many things he still doesn't understand, it does not affect him from drawing on the same things.
A barren mountain somewhere on the Gorlan Plateau.
Cruze ran across the wasteland carrying Miria, who was covered in blood.
Wallace and other mentor-level experts have disappeared. They covered Cruze's escape and chose to cut off the rear.
Cruze's face was full of annoyance and remorse. They had followed Aslan's advice and were on guard against the Plateau King. They did not expect that the Plateau King would directly attack them when they were about to leave.
"Meria, please hold on a little longer. As long as you return to Merox Province, you will be fine. Aslan will definitely save you." Cruze said as he ran.
But it would take more than ten days for them to reach Merlocks Province, even with fast horses.
Even if Cruze relied on the speed of his swordsman instructor to explode with all his strength, he had just reached the border of the Gorland Plateau in two days.
Suddenly, Kruse remembered the gift Aslan gave him before leaving. He said that if he was in danger, as long as he opened that thing, someone would come to help him.
Cruze hurriedly took out the things, placed Miria on the stone next to him, and anxiously and expectantly checked the magic props Aslan gave him.
Miria opened her eyes with difficulty and said to Cruze: "It requires magic to activate."
Cruze crawled to Miria's side and quickly opened a bottle of blood-replenishing potion.
This time when he came out, Cruze brought a lot of blood-replenishing potions and Merlot whitening pills just in case. If it weren't for these two things, Miria would have died long ago.
"No need to waste your efforts. The fighting spirit remains in my body and is constantly destroying my body. This cannot be solved by blood-replenishing medicine." Miria reluctantly showed a smile for Cruze.
Cruze was already in tears.
"No, you'll be fine."
Miria used the last bit of magic in her body to activate the magic item in her hand.
It is a magic wave signal transmitter. When combined with a receiver, the effective distance can reach 500 kilometers. However, the signal is single and can only locate the location.
Verdillon was sitting on the flying boat, meditating quietly, when suddenly the magic soldier next to him who was responsible for monitoring the receiver shouted.
"Report, target signal found."
"Fuck! I've been waiting for almost a month and finally showed up." Will Dillon no longer lost his original composure and started swearing.
"At full speed toward the target signal."
Cruze's short rest did not usher in Aslan's rescue force, but instead waited for the Plateau King's pursuers.
When the three swordsman instructors saw Cruze, they couldn't help but show ecstasy on their faces and ran over.
Cruze took a deep breath, slowly drew out his ancestral sword, and assumed a fighting stance.
"Kruze, hurry up, you can definitely break out by yourself." Miria said with difficulty.
Cruze shook his head firmly.
"You are the only one who can't give up in this life."
Cruze raised his sword to meet the enemy. It was obviously one against three, but he really entangled the enemy.
Miria looked at Cruze who had more and more wounds on his body, and slowly pulled out a dagger. It was just a gift from Cruze when she was young. Miria always kept it with her. More than ten years later, the dagger
As sharp as ever.
"I'm sorry! Cruze." Just as Miria raised the dagger, someone pulled her up.
"Put down your weapon immediately, or your woman will be dead." One of the swordsman instructors saw that he would not be able to take down Cruze for a while, so he suddenly rushed to Miria's side and threatened Cruze with Miria.
"Dorse, you bitch." Cruze cursed in a rare voice.
The face of the woman who caught Miria froze, and her eyes looking at Cruze were filled with malice and anger.
"Just for such a woman, she has no looks, no figure, and only has the strength of a magician. Is such a woman worthy of you?" Dawns shouted in a heart-breaking voice.
Miria suddenly laughed and turned her head to look at Dorns.
"Haha, a woman who is not as good as you in anything can get the person you dream of, isn't she jealous? Ahem."
Dorns grabbed Miria's neck and exerted a slight force, causing Miria to cough violently, and the cough contained a large amount of blood droplets.