Terra copy, but the enlightenment stream/I am a mentor in Terra

Loya didn't like it, but she had to see him.

Theresia's apology that day still echoed in her ears. Whether it was for future cooperation between the two parties or based on personal feelings, Loya had to see him.

"I'll go by myself."

"Understood, Mr. Loya." Shining nodded in agreement.

Margaret looked solemn and gave him a hug.

"Loya, be careful."

"I'm still waiting for you to take me back to Casimir."

This sentence made Loya laugh and responded:

"It's not like you're going to die, why are you so nervous?"

Then he waved to the Sakaz mercenaries on the left and right, and the dark crowd quickly separated into a road.

But suddenly there was some commotion behind him, which could not subside for a long time, causing Loya to look sideways - and saw nothing.

Loya calmly stepped up the steps, step by step, until he stood a few steps below Tracy. The path to the left and right was blocked by the people around him, making it impossible to go forward.

For the first time, Tracy broke away from her poker face and forced out a smile.

He walked down the steps and stood at the same level as Loya.

"Sir, I've always wanted to meet you."

"I have also heard many stories from the general and am looking forward to this meeting."

Loya smiled slightly. He also had the identity of Minister of Culture of the Tower of Babel.

This was obviously not the place to talk, so Tracy took Loya to the conference room as the host.

This place is different from the technological buildings in Rhode Island, and is more like a dark palace.

The light in the conference room was bright, but there was always an eerie feeling that made people tense up unconsciously.

There was a long, narrow square table in the center. Tracy was going to sit on the right side, but Koloa sat directly behind.

Reluctantly, Traces had no choice but to sit in the front, with eight hundred miles between them.

"Her Highness Theresia hopes to further cooperate with the general."

Loya got right to the point.

"If you continue to implement sir's plan, there will be no problem."

The two argued about official matters, and the atmosphere was not very heated. On the contrary, it was very dull, even stiff.

After finalizing the last character, the official business is over, and then comes the private part.

"Sir is indeed a Sakaz... He once studied in Victoria?"

Tracy was the first to ask.

"No comment, General. This is a very sensitive issue."

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

As the question ended, the question-and-answer session began. The conversation always progressed in a circular manner. The two talked about age, preferences, and personality...

"General Traces, may I know what your plan is?"

When the atmosphere was almost calm, the real conversation began, and this time it was Loya who took the lead.

A sensitive and confidential issue, the only sound left in the conference room was the sound of fingers tapping on the table.

Traces observed Loya, and Loya observed him.

I don’t know how long it took, but Tracys answered:

"I could tell you, but it doesn't make sense."

"Sir, people like you are destined not to be with me."

Hearing this, Luo Ya smiled and leaned back.

"Yes, I still like Theresia better among you."

"It's okay if you want to know."

Tracy's expression has been as calm as water from the beginning to now, and he told the plan truthfully:

"I am going to launch a war that will sweep through most of Terra. Only in such an environment of blood and fire can Kazdael have a chance of survival."

Standing up, Tracy walked to the information cabinet, took out a book, and stood on the conference table.

It is the new book written by Loya not long ago, "In the World".

"You and I both know who is standing in front of Sakaz."

This time it was Loya's turn to be speechless.

Theresia and him were two extremes, but it was undeniable that Tracy's plan was more feasible.

But it is contrary to Loya.

Light filtered through the window, and the canvas hat covered half of his face, leaving a shadow that made it impossible to see his expression.

"Yes, Tracys, you're right."

"You and I can't go together."

Taking a heavy breath, Loya asked again:

"You wanted to see me more than once, the time I went to the Tower of Babel, and this time. Why?"

The answer is obvious.

Feeling that he might have asked a bit stupidly, he wanted to give up the question, but Tracys answered.

"Something has changed in Cazdale, sir."

"This is the biggest surprise you have given Theresa and I. I will try my best to let you work for me."

"So you're already confident, right?"

Loya asked, but this time he didn't answer.

But silence is the best answer.

Because the Tower of Babel is going to lose.

Having understood everything, Loya didn't want to talk anymore.

He stood up and faced the door, turned his head to look at Tracy, pretended to be calm and tried to ask the last question, still holding a trace of luck in his heart.

"Will the general let me go?"

"Of course, I never meant to keep you by force."

Tracy's words made Loya feel even more depressed.

The regent had already secured victory, and Theresia pushed herself to him, but he did not want to force Loya.

He walked out of the door as if he had lost his soul, and smiled sadly where no one could see him.

There was a sudden bitterness in his mouth.

Behind him, Traces must have been watching him leave quietly.

Because it's coming to an end.

The war is about to end.

There is no need for Tracy to keep him now. When the Tower of Babel collapses, Loya will have no choice.

It was too fast. Loya originally thought that there would still be five years to slowly change everything.

And Theresia's attitude actually said it all.

After all, a scholar is just a scholar. A few months are too short, and Kazdael's rule that force is king cannot be changed.

Trasis will draw Terra into the flames of war, Loya's ideals will become empty talk after the war ends, and everything will be over.

The huge blow oppressed Loya's heart and made him breathless.

He left in despair, not realizing that there was an extra person behind him.

"Are you someone close to Loya?"

Traces asked the man.

Soon, a voice responded to him.

"Best friend, lover, or something else, the relationship doesn't matter..."

W crossed his arms on his chest and just jumped down from a high place to sit on the conference table.

"Didn't he know you were following?"

"Of course I don't know how he would agree to my coming."

"Ah, thank you so much, General, for letting me in, otherwise I wouldn't have seen this outstanding scheming."

Even when she was playing with the dagger, she still used her sinister and mad tone.

Tracy glanced at W with interest.

"Everyone around you is very interesting, including the lady, the pardoner, and the knights of the Linguang family."

"Aren't you worried? Maybe he will never recover after this time... There are many idealists like this."

"No, he never had to worry about me except for safety issues."

Jumping off the table, W was also ready to leave.

Before she walked out of the conference room, she left a message.

"Just look, Theresa may lose, but Loya will never let you win."

"He always stays in the house and doesn't know what's going on, but I know everything."

"Goodbye, General--"

W deliberately prolonged his tone.

Chapter 20 But I am still strong

1093, an ordinary day.

That was not long after Loya returned to the Tower of Babel.

The clouds of civil war still lingering over Kazdaele, and the battle lines are getting closer and closer to the Tower of Babel.

Surprisingly, no one launched another attack today, and the battlefield was unexpectedly quiet.

"Hey, do you know what's going on? Why don't you fight?"

A man passing by kicked the soldier on the ground.

The soldier ignored him, turned around and walked in a certain direction.

"Then do you know how to get to the Tower of Babel?"

He asked again, but still heard no answer.

Holding the blade in his hand tightly, the man wanted to kill the man with one strike, but after thinking about it, he let go.

Continuing to walk towards Thearesia's ruling area, he met many soldiers along the way, but they all ignored him.

Weird.

So the man followed one of them.

After walking for about five minutes, he saw scattered soldiers talking about a man in black robes.

He came closer to hear it clearly, but the man in black robe noticed him and stopped what he was doing.

"This person's momentum is even more incredible... Do you want to fill out the form too?"

"What watch?"

The man in black robe took out a stack of paper with "A questionnaire for all Sakaz" written on it.