Looking at the Qing Palace that appeared out of thin air, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Tuyumen's mouth, and then pushed his sunglasses.

"Ah, that's right." Qing Gong nodded with a slightly solemn expression, "I just received the news."

"It seems that the internal contradictions that have been put on the board of directors are already on the surface."

"It's not the problem now." Tu Yumen shook his head irritably, "Didn't you see that?"

"What did you see?" Qing Gong was slightly stunned, "Isn't that all..."

He did get news from OWlet, it is said that the opinions within the board of directors have been divided into two parties, one is the radical camp against magic, and the other is the peaceful camp to maintain the status quo. The most important part of the mother ship of Sugan, whom he and others have just seen, is the leader of the Pinghe faction.

Although it is called a peaceful faction, in fact, the owner of the ship is almost isolated in the General Council. Most of the directors tend to vigorously fight against magic, which makes the owner of the ship seem particularly isolated. In order to reduce the possibility of this isolation and other directors' suspicion, the news that Tuyumen and the Qing Palace came out later.

"The directors are indeed radical confrontation, but they are not for the sake of protecting the academy city." Tuyumen shook his head, "It is no longer a matter of one party at this point."

"Could it be...!" Qing Gong lowered his head and thought for a moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, "Their purpose is... to intensify the war?!"

"That's right." Tuyumen breathed a deep breath, "In fact, the reason why the boat in the best of the best is to prevent the war from happening."

"Are those guys crazy?" Qing Gong frowned, "Do they really think that relying solely on the power of the Academic Urban abilities can resist those Roman Orthodox magicians?"

"Of course they can't." Tuyumen sighed, "But they don't know anything about the magic side either."

"You mean..." Qing Gong narrowed his eyes slightly, and a look of thought flashed in his light golden eyes, "Are they planning to make profits from the chaos created by the war?"

"It's not necessarily a profit." Tu Yumen shook his head, "Maybe they can protect themselves from it, but whether they plan to use the British Puritanism or other organizations, they want to start a war."

"These guys." Qing Gong frowned tightly. No matter whether he could understand the decision of the Council or not, he did not want to see such things as war appear.

Because the war brings more than what the directors expect.

The emergence of war is an act initiated by the leader for the benefit of himself or the group. This behavior of obtaining benefits is obtained at the expense of life. Some people may think that war is a collision between different civilizations and forces, which can promote the development of the world, etc., but no matter how gorgeous the war is wrapped in, its essence is still the naked killing and death.

"Let's say this in advance." Tu Yumen sighed again, "I'll finish what I should do first... By the way," he suddenly stopped talking, turned to look at Qinggong, and a bright light appeared in his sunglasses.

"Do you know the 'Card C'?"

......

School District 7.

"Last night, a large-scale protest of religious groups occurred in Toulouse, an industrial city in southern France. Now local transportation and public service facilities have been affected in the eyes..."

"There's news everywhere." Franda, who was sitting in a wheelchair, sighed lazily, "And why are we here?"

"The order from the Council, please ask us to protect this exhibition area, right?" Bu Shushi, who was standing behind Franda and pushing a wheelchair, said expressionlessly, "The exhibition of 'Confrontation Weapon Show' is really nothing new."

"It's said it's protection..." Franda couldn't help but curl her lips, "But the Qing Palace actually sent you and me here only, it's obviously a passive and slacking off. If something really happens, I don't know who protects whom!" Franda said unhappily and patted the wheelchair under her body.

In fact, Franda has almost recovered now. How good is the medical skill of chasing souls in the underworld? The last time he fought with Kihara Huansheng was so fierce. In less than a week, Franda had basically recovered, but his ankles were still a little weak and he was unable to move. As for his combat power, most of his combat power had been restored.

"It is one thing to protect yourself if you leave, and it is another thing to come or not." Bu Shudixin said seriously, "Although everyone knows that we are just watching the fun, coming actually represents an attitude..."

"Hi, hey, please don't continue to preach." Franda sighed helplessly, "I understand the truth, I just complain. I don't need to be so serious, right?"

"Well... it seems that some young lady is coming." But Bu Shudixin raised his head slightly and looked at the figure of a girl from tea-haired in the group not far away. "However, you don't have to worry that she will participate."

"Well, as long as the Qing Palace doesn't speak, there should be no problem..."

The other end.

"Look, Shirai classmate!" Chuchun, wearing a autumn school uniform of Shanchuan Middle School, pulled the girl behind him with excitement, and looked at the exhibition area in front with a luminous look, "That's the fifth-generation combat chariot! It's so amazing to carry a missile self-discipline system!"

"..." Kuroko Shirai behind her was not as excited as Chukura. On the contrary, her spirit was a little depressed and she was dragged away by Chukura with weak energy.

"Where did you go last night, sister?" Heizi muttered, looking back with a hint of resentment, "Why didn't you come back until dawn..."

"I've said it all!" As if I felt Kuroko's gaze, the girl with tea-haired face turned slightly red, and she hurriedly defended, "I've said it's with my mother!"

"Really..." Kuroko pouted, with a hint of suspicion in her eyes, "But why does my sister always have a familiar smile on her face? It seems..."

Like someone who hates it...

"No!" Mikoto's mouth twitched, and she waved her hand hard, "It's just your illusion, an illusion!" But her attention was always on the phone in her skirt pocket.

Suddenly, she felt the phone in her pocket shake slightly for a few times. Mikoto's eyes lit up and she hurriedly took out her phone from her pocket. When she saw the new text message in her phone, a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Just...this smile! Kuroko suddenly widened her eyes, stared at Mikoto's face, and a blazing flame ignited in her heart.

The person who can make my sister show such an expression... must be that bastard!

Kuroko... Kuroko absolutely does not allow this kind of thing to happen!
Chapter completed!