Nathan Witt's face was filled with a wry smile: "There is no alternative but to terminate the resolution passed before to divide the demiplane for you."
Alexandra Howard looked slightly relaxed when she heard this, while Lot Linden looked over with confusion and questioning eyes: "Can you tell me the reason? Mr. Witte, this is not in line with the Magic Tower Committee."
rules."
However, Witte did not explain it immediately, but instead raised his right hand behind him: "Allow me to introduce to you a distinguished lady, the special envoy of His Excellency the President, Ms. Christie Blade, the vice president of the New World Magic Association."
At this moment, the space next to him was also distorted, and a middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup, wearing a Victorian-style dress and a small waistcoat stepped into this space.
"Gentlemen, I have brought the will of His Excellency the President. He asks you to stop this war, which is not conducive to the stability of Atlanta."
Ms. Brad's voice was sincere and somewhat bossy: "This is definitely not what the New World Magic Association wants to see."
Consulley Wildenstein couldn't help but glance sideways at this person, with a chill in his eyebrows: "Can I understand that this is an order issued by His Excellency the President and the Magic Association?"
"I was just ordered to mediate."
Ms. Blade shook her head slightly: "Whether or not to cease the war depends on the wishes of both of you. However, the President and I sincerely hope that you will each take a step back. In two months, the general election will begin. Everyone. During his term of office,
Within this period, there must not be too much violent turmoil in Atlanta."
Roth Linden couldn't help but chuckle: "This is partiality, Brad. If you are willing to help, we can even go to the star realm to determine the winner, which will have limited impact on your campaign."
"However, how can changes in the power structure not cause turmoil?"
The middle-aged woman shook her head. She looked sideways at Philip I and Alexandra Howard.
"His Excellency the President is fair and will not force others to do anything. He hopes that you two can make appropriate concessions as compensation for the gentlemen here."
"Ms. Brad, can you explain? Why are we the ones who have to make compensation?"
Alexandra's eyes were ferocious, and she looked dissatisfied at the woman with an enigmatic aura: "This request is too outrageous, Your Excellency the Special Envoy!"
Ms. Brad smiled. She didn't answer at all. She only looked at the ongoing battle in the dark world with a scrutinizing attitude, her expression relaxed.
And after only fifteen breaths, Philip I spoke: "What do you want, Conciuli?"
Consulli only paused for a moment before speaking unceremoniously: "All the shares of the Wildenstein Group, all the director seats in your hands, and the chairmanship of the Wildenstein Fund Management Committee. In addition -"
"Appropriate concessions do not mean greed."
Ms. Blade interjected here: "I think your previous conditions are appropriate, but you can't ask for too much. And Mr. Lyndon next, please consider your conditions carefully, preferably Mr. Howard
Do what you can.”
"What a fair lady."
Roth Linden sarcastically put away his magic wand: "Red Dragon Mining Company, as well as the former Linden Real Estate and Linden Hotel Chain, I just want to get back part of the core of our family.
Industry, this shouldn’t be too much to ask for, right? By the way, there’s also our little Andre, he can’t live without compensation. I’ll help him
Let’s put forward a condition: all the Benedict family’s properties in Atlanta, Macon, and Intercontinental Atlantic Bank. Thirty-five billion gold shields in exchange for a demigod. This is a good deal, right? It must be mentioned that,
These properties require the government to help us transfer ownership, and we cannot afford the expensive property gift tax."
"Then it's decided."
Ms. Blade did not care about Lot's tone, nor did she wait for the reply from Alexandra and Philip I: "Then it will be time for an armistice."
"Two months!"
Philip I spoke first, with unshakable toughness in his tone: "I hope that in two months, the New World Magic Association will supervise this war."
"One year!"
Kang Xiuli also spoke in a cold and stern tone, with an attitude of never giving in: "What you can't get on the battlefield, you can't even hope to get at the negotiation table, my ancestor."
"Then let's compromise for half a year."
Ms. Blade rubbed her eyebrows with her fingers, looking like she had a headache: "The truce contract between you will be witnessed and guarantored by the Magic Association. If you have no objection, please sign this contract."
She raised her hand, and some documents were delivered to the four of them. Although it was a sturdy leather scroll, it did not have magical effect. Only the seal of the Magic Council below exuded a light blue aura.
"I don't need to explain the consequences of breaking the contract, right?"
With a livid face, Alexandra Howard signed his name on the scroll, and then he didn't want to stay for a moment longer, and turned into a ray of white light and threw it towards the north of the city.
After Philip I signed, he stayed and stared at Brad with his hands behind his hands, and the latter sighed softly.
"Poor Mr. Benedick, he experienced a miserable defeat. But now that the peace treaty has been reached, I will send him back to Columbus."
She didn't make any movement, only a gorgeous crown appeared above her head for a moment. Then Roland Benedict, who was in the dark world, had been turned into pieces of flesh and blood, hiding in the ground and struggling to survive. That was all.
Disappearing on the spot, Robert's relentless pursuit fell into nowhere.
The man's expression was slightly startled, and then he opened his bloody eyes and looked in the direction of the magic wave. After looking at Ms. Brad through a layer of space-time wall, the man let out a dissatisfied groan and directly resisted.
The sword flew into the air, then broke through the barrier and stepped into the world of light.
She had no intention of coming over to cause trouble for Ms. Brad, but flew directly to the south.
"This is a powerful warrior. The War Angel's Heart has left almost no trouble on her. Her future is still unlimited."
Christy Blade couldn't help but admired: "I foresee that a new star will rise in America. It may not take more than a hundred years for her to have the opportunity to become a new God of War."
Then she smiled: "Then I will say goodbye to you all. I will truthfully convey everything here to His Excellency the President. He will definitely be very happy with your choice."
The moment Ms. Brad finished speaking, her figure completely disappeared, as if she had never appeared.
There were only four people left at the scene, and among them, Philip I and Concili, their eyes naturally met. Where the two people's eyes met, it was as if sparks were flying.