The headlines on the front pages of the newspapers were all occupied by this massacre.
Garen flipped through other newspapers, which contained Weissman's remarks in defense of himself. It is claimed that the number of deaths in this incident is not an exaggeration of 200,000 at all, and this is just a strong response to the provocation of the federal army. More than 90% of those who died in battle were soldiers, and there was no violation of international humanitarianism.
After carefully selecting some newspapers with high credibility, Garen browsed them carefully.
It has been so many days since the massacre, and mass demonstrations and demonstrations have appeared in various places, demanding the government to respond forcefully. At the same time protest Weisman's barbaric act of massacring civilians!
After roughly reading the newspapers, Garen sat in his seat and fell into deep thought.
The plane was also preparing to land at the same time and was beginning to bank down rapidly.
Soon after a slight tremor, the plane finally landed.
Garen got off the plane, took the arranged car straight out of the airport, and headed straight for the downtown area of the capital.
Half an hour later, it takes less than a few minutes to just enter the city. There were bursts of noisy noise from the street outside the car, and it seemed that many people were shouting something loudly. Not very neat, a little messy.
Garen was sitting in the black car, and suddenly felt the speed of the car slowed down rapidly. He pulled the window curtains and looked out. The street outside was deserted, and the sound seemed to come from afar.
"what happened?"
The driver is a special female soldier arranged by the military, so she answered with some embarrassment.
"Sir, there may be another demonstration ahead. Let's go around by another route?"
"Parade?" Garen was slightly taken aback.
As the car moved forward slowly, the voice in front soon became clearer and clearer.
"Down with Imperialism!"
"Down with Imperialism!"
"Revenge Millstone Naval Port!" "Revenge."
A repeated shout came from the front. It seemed that someone led the shout, and then everyone shouted.
"Sir, we can't go any further. The road ahead must have been closed for demonstrations." The female soldier reminded loudly.
"Changing the road." Garen frowned, "Do ocean currents often hold parades recently?"
"Yes, almost once a week, and the scale is more than tens of thousands." The female soldier quickly replied. "And it is said that there are similar parades everywhere."
Garen exhaled and closed the curtains.
"Has the military region been dispatched to suppress it?"
"Not yet, but the police were dispatched to maintain order and arrested some chaotic elements. Now that the scale of the demonstration is getting bigger and bigger, the higher authorities dare not arrest people rashly." The female soldier also seemed a little helpless.
Garen nodded in understanding.
The car slowly circled into another street in the night, and slowly moved forward in the deserted traffic. There are police motorcycle guards on both sides of the road.
After more than ten minutes, the car stopped slowly in front of a black hall.
Garen got out of the car and walked into the hall under the escort of a long-awaited team of guards.
A tall, white and fat man in a lieutenant general's uniform was standing at the entrance of the hall, looking at him with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, his face full of kindness.
"Mr. Gallon, I'm very glad to be the intermediary for this mediation. You've come from a long way, come in and have a rest." His voice was a little shrill, like a duck's voice, full of joy. There is no majesty of a general at all.
"General Richien, is the other party here?" Garen followed the other party into the hall and asked calmly.
"It's been more than ten minutes." Lieutenant General Richien and Sulin's father are good friends who have worked together. The Golem Gate asked him to mediate, and Garen had to sell Sulin's father's face.
Of course, judging from the current situation, mediation also has his own will.
The hall is brightly lit and covered with thick red woolen blankets. There are golden decorations and wall lamps everywhere, and the walls are covered with pale yellow wallpaper. There are heavily armed special guards guarding at intervals.
Garen smelled a bloody smell from these guards. It was obvious that they had been directly transferred to watch the scene shortly after their mission.
After all, no matter whether it is the Marshal of the Demon Elephant Sect or him, the master of the Baiyun Sect, which one is not a cruel and merciless person, if there is a disagreement, the entire guild hall will not be defended by force, and even his life may be in danger.
Seeing Garen looking at the guarding soldiers, Richien said with a smile in the middle: "There is a battalion outside whose heavy artillery is all aimed at here, in order to be able to discuss the conflicts between the two sides in a stable and peaceful atmosphere. Presumably this is what Mr. Gallon would like to see."
"Naturally." Garen nodded, "The current federation can no longer withstand a greater degree of internal friction. This is also the fundamental reason why I am willing to negotiate peace with the other party."
Lieutenant General Richien immediately nodded in satisfaction.
The two quickly walked into a quiet wooden tea room.
The walls of the tea room are covered with black wood, and a very delicate and beautiful ancient oriental painting is hung on the wall facing the gate. It is rectangular and hangs horizontally on the wall, four to five meters wide. It looks very atmospheric and exquisite.
The ancient paintings depict dozens of lifelike birds, some flying with flapping wings, some landing slowly, some pouncing forward to peck, and some wailing for food.
Red, blue, white, black, birds of all colors, large and small, are colorful and appear extremely delicate and gorgeous.
"Good painting!" Although Gallon didn't know how to draw, he could see the great value and beauty of this ancient painting.
A slender woman in black is sitting upright on the right side of the ancient painting. The woman was rolling up her sleeves and pouring tea lightly. The emerald green tea slowly flowed into the white jade cup. The clear and vivid green made Garen feel relieved. The mood is inexplicably calm.
This woman has a beautiful face and looks like an ordinary woman in her twenties, with a gentle temperament and soothing and elegant movements. The white jade porcelain-like skin seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger.
Garen followed the Lieutenant General as he approached, only to realize that the woman was not wearing a simple black dress, but a long black silk skirt. The hem of the skirt was long and dragged on the floor, reflecting the mysterious and smooth luster of the silk.
Black hair, jade skin, a delicate face, and a pair of long and narrow black hyacinth eyes that are so soul-stirring.
In an instant, Garen seemed to have returned to China in his previous life, and the person sitting in front of him seemed to be a traditional classical beauty, gently pouring tea for himself.
The two sat down slowly, and Garen was sitting facing the woman, watching with admiration as she pushed the poured green tea in front of him.
"I'm a rough person, and I don't know any elegance. It seems that you are the leader of the Golem Sect, Marshal Ulan?" He didn't talk to the other party, and directly opened his mouth to confirm.
"I heard that the master of the Garon Sect is only about twenty years old. Now it seems that he is not at all as immature as a twenty-year-old youth. It is really unbelievable." The woman smiled, "Yes, I am the Demon Elephant Sect Ulan. The leader of the marshal is just a title, not worth mentioning in front of you."
"Time is running out, I still have a lot of things to deal with, let's not go around in circles. The current domestic environment does not allow us to continue internal friction, and the situation in the Federation is very troublesome. Regarding the matter against your family, I think you should also know that these things are not I didn't provoke it in the first place. It was you who incited my elder sister to betray the family first." Garen explained the ins and outs lightly.
"This matter is indeed our fault, but Baiyunmen was not in our range of fear before, and this situation only appeared after you came to power. The law of nature is that the weak prey on the strong. Now that you are strong, we naturally have no reason to collide with each other Both sides will suffer." The woman paused, "I asked General Richien to intervene, which is what I mean. Only the strong have rights worthy of respect."
"So what do you mean?"
"Let's give up in the south and withdraw completely." Ulan took a sip of tea calmly. "We also exposed Clark's matter, so we owe each other nothing."
"Could you guys in the South struggle to come up with any tricks?" Garen sneered, "It's already in my hands, and this condition is totally dishonest."
"Young man, don't be too arrogant." A chill flashed in the woman's eyes, "You are strong, but do you really think that the strength you see is all we have?"
"Am I arrogant? You took the initiative to apply for mediation, but you didn't want to show any sincerity, and even called me arrogant." Gallon's face turned cold, "Don't think I don't know that your headquarters is in the north. At worst, let's go to war, I'd like to see Is the Demon Elephant Gate stronger or weaker than the Immortal Palace!"
"Okay, okay, both of you don't get angry. Since both of you are willing to come to mediate, it is obvious that you are here with sincerity. For my sake, each of you takes a step back." Richien spoke at a critical moment. The face is kind and smiling.
"In this way, for my sake, the Golem Sect will withdraw from the south. When future actions involve the south, it must be discussed with the White Cloud Sect in advance. And the White Cloud Sect will not pursue it anymore. In the future, go to the north and report to the Golem Sect in advance. In this way, the north and the south will be ruled. What do you think?"
"What if there is no notification?" Marshal Ulan sneered.
"Then being killed is none of my business." Garen regained his previous calm. "For the sake of General Richien, I agree."
"Then I agree too!" Ulan gritted her teeth and answered.
To be honest, if Garen, the Nightmare King, and Andrela hadn't appeared in Baigadi this time, they would have defeated Asgard's plan. It is impossible for her Golem Sect to ask for mediation so actively.
Garen and Andreira are okay, they can be regarded as typical examples of being able to deal with it positively.
But the Nightmare King is different, this guy can be male or female, big or small, no one knows his identity unless he does it, and the most terrifying thing is that he is proficient in hypnotism, known as the king of hypnotism. Facing such a person, the most frightening thing is not his strength, but his unparalleled ability to track and hide.
No organization can hide from such a person. Once the battle starts, Garen will get the help of the Nightmare King to track down the root of the entire Golem Gate.
With such a result, Ulan shuddered just thinking about it.
Because of the bloody and weird entry method of the Golem Gate, there are enemies almost everywhere, big and small, everywhere. Once exposed to sunlight.
This is also the key reason why they unanimously asked Marshal Ulan to take the initiative to mediate.
(end of this chapter)