Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 946: Idol

Earth.

As usual, Babylon's floating island followed a set trajectory and slowly swept across the ground. The island cast a thick shadow on the ground. It was like a cloud of lead, passing through a small mountain town. Everyone in the town stopped their work, and a few half-grown children climbed up to the top of the tower, the only bell tower in the town. A girl's skirt was hooked by the tiles on the top of the tower and almost slipped down. Fortunately, it was pulled by a boy with linen hair.

The linen-haired boy smiled, "Trish, girls shouldn't climb too high."

"Bob, you look down on me!" The malnourished girl, who looked somewhat yellow and thin, said angrily.

The boy named Bob shrugged his shoulders and forcefully pulled the girl up, saying, "It's not that I look down on her, but …" The girl beside him, Trish, ignored him and looked at the floating island in the sky like the other children. From below, one could see the huge pedestal beneath the floating island. The girl stretched out her hand to catch something, but all her fingers caught was air.

Bob looked at her meaningfully and said, "It's just that if you climb too high, the wind will be strong. If the wind is too strong and your skirt is too short, it's inevitable that people will accidentally see something they shouldn't be looking at."

Trish was still immersed in the magnificence of the floating island, unable to react for a moment. After a few seconds, he realized what Bob meant and kicked the boy hard. Bob screamed and dodged, and the girl chased after him relentlessly. The other children had already witnessed this scene and watched the two of them happily.

Bob had better press the girl on the top of the tower, half because he didn't want her to lose face in front of his companions, and half because he wanted to. Although Trish had yet to fully develop, her chest had already swollen. It was a pleasure to be pressed against her face with her green chest like this. The girl noticed that this fellow had been smiling craftily. She blushed and realized that she had been taken advantage of by this bastard. She snorted angrily and jumped away.

Bob got up with an intoxicated look on his face, and Trish wanted to beat him up with something. Bob waved his hand and looked at Floating Island. "I heard it's very beautiful. There's a lot of delicious food and beautiful clothes on it. It's like a fairy tale."

"So what? We can't go up anyway," she sighed.

"Who said that!" Bob jumped up and waved his fist. "I'm going to participate in the next death arena. If I win, I'll bring you up."

He pointed at a group of companions and stopped at Trish, smiling and saying, "Then, Trish, marry me."

Trish stuck her tongue out a few times and sneered, "Stop daydreaming."

"No." Bob said with a yearning expression, "Didn't you hear? Who won the first place in our Federation's expedition to the Star Wars this time? It's Allen. He came from the surface like us. He won the right to live in Babylon by relying on the death arena!"

"He is my idol." The boy added.

Trish and several of her companions shrugged. Everyone knew that this guy was using that legendary man as his idol. The championship of the death arena would come out every time, but after becoming the champion, there was definitely only one Allen who had made amazing moves in succession over the years. First, he won the death arena, then added Beskard, the old family of the floating island, and then became a student of Marshal Greed. Following that, there was a rumor that he had an affair with the Empress Daughter of Adahua Planet. As for the recent limelight, Allen was ranked number one in the military merit list announced by the Federal Military Ministry. He was surprisingly ranked number one in the military merit list.

What a glorious experience.

Especially since he was born on the surface, he became the idol that many teenagers like Bob dreamed of, inspiring them to become the next Allen.

Trish suddenly sighed.

Bob and his children looked at her puzzledly. The girl revealed a precocious side and sat down with a worried expression. "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait until the next death arena, Bob." Don't forget, the war on the Star System Battlefield is over. God knows when the Federation and the Gate of Freedom will start fighting again. "I heard that if it weren't for the Star Wars, Freedom Gate would have taken over our town. My father said that the Federation and Freedom Gate's armies were confronting each other right behind our mountains. They almost started fighting."

War was a particularly heavy topic for children. Perhaps to the noble people of the floating island, the war was far away, their lives were more complicated than before, and there was not much change in general. But for the people on the surface, the war could break out at home in the next moment. Together with the smoke, people would inevitably be displaced, and that was only the beginning of suffering.

Civilians are always the biggest victims of war, and ironically, it is not they who decide whether or not to fight, but someone who is far from war.

Right now, in the White House council on the floating island, there is a heated debate about what to do next with the Gate of Freedom. Federal Councillors were still divided into two factions as usual, one leading the war and the other leading the war. After that, they quarreled endlessly. Speaking of excitement, there were even councillors who rushed up to hit people. This was a common occurrence in the council. Since the island's media were controlled by the Federation, there was no need to worry that the ugliness in the council would be exposed to the public. As soon as the councillors closed the door, their faces were torn apart. Often, when a convention comes in, everyone is dressed in suits and shoes, and when they come out, their faces and lips may be swollen.

The meeting lasted for four hours before President Mobius finally came up with a decision that took care of both factions.

Two days later.

Horn looked at the White House spokesman at Chancellor of the Exchequer Alstair's home. A short official announced his next move on Freedom Gate in a media interview. After reading it, Horn smiled, "urging the Gate of Freedom to negotiate openly over the occupation of the administrative districts on the surface. Isn't this clearly going to be a war?"

Alstair smiled and said, "Isn't it a good thing for an old fellow like you to start a war? The equipment of your family's factory can be sold for money again."

"You came to laugh at me too? It's all thanks to our president, Sir, who gave all the good things to us, Beskard. Right now, countless people are so jealous that they wish they could bite our flesh off." Horn sneered, "Only the three great clans have expressed their stance. The others can't help but bark."

"The one who barked the loudest must be Alexander."

"I haven't settled the score for the Garden of Eden's attack on Alan yet, old man Maine. If it weren't for the fact that His Excellency the President was playing the trick of messing with the water, I wouldn't have barked at Alexander by now."

Alstair nodded, "That's right. Now you, Beskard, have become the fat, fat type. Even though you were willing to part with the fat and didn't let the water in the pond mix too quickly, you were still in a sensitive period. At this time, if someone were to make a move against Maine, as long as they operated it a little, it was inevitable that the water in this pool would start to mix. "

Horn smiled at him and said, "Your Excellency, aren't you afraid that our president will take off your official hat if you say such words?"

"Not afraid, not afraid." Alstair waved his hand and said, "Without me, how many people do you think would be able to help His Excellency settle those bad debts?" Moreover, I am a person who distinguishes between public and private. There is no need for us to hide our relationship. Outsiders like to chew their tongues, so I am not afraid that someone will say something behind our backs. But if one day the president makes it clear that he's going to kill you, then you old Horn better get lost and don't try to get any information from me. "

"You impudent thing." Horn cursed.

Then, both of them laughed.

With a smile, Alstair fell silent and sighed, "I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to sit and chat with you like this again."

"Who knows." Horn said as he looked out of the window.

Alstair said in a low voice, "Didn't you think of a way out?" I dare say that once the water in this pool gets mixed up, the first thing the president wants to slaughter is not the three big families, but you, Beskard. In private, I heard him accidentally say that your Beskard is developing too fast. He probably feels that you are more threatening than the three great families. And while the president is neutral between the old and the new parties, don't forget that he was originally from the military and was more or less inclined towards the old party's Capullo. As for you, it is obvious that you are in cahoots with the New Party. On the other hand, the three big families were left out of the battle between the two parties. "

"Let me help you explain it more thoroughly. Furthermore, the rich and powerful families have a lot of resources. Even if the president wants to take them out, he has to consider it. As for Beskard, I'm afraid he doesn't have any regard for him. Is that so?"

'"Since you've already thought of it, there's no need for me to say anything," Alstair snorted. "Anyway, now that there's still time, old man, it's time to plan your retreat. Aren't you afraid that once your big tree falls, Beskard will have to dissipate? I suppose that little fellow Allen hasn't grown up enough to support the family yet?"

Horn thought of the grandson who had gone to Heaven's Planet, but he didn't say anything in his heart: He was already carrying it!

It was not until sunset that Horn bid farewell and left. Alstair had personally escorted him out of the house, and had watched him fly away in a speeding car, and had not returned to his room for a long time. Because he knew that he wouldn't have many chances to meet this old friend in the future. Whether it was Alstair, the chancellor of the exchequer, or another identity. Alstair hoped that he would never meet Horn again.

Otherwise, the next time they met, they would not be chatting and drinking, but fighting each other with their fists and knives.

The minister's stomach was filled with melancholy, and in the end, he let out a long sigh. He turned around and went back to his room. His figure disappeared into the shadows of the room.

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