At eleven o'clock in the evening, Bormann and von Palen walked out of the conference room and separated at the end of the corridor. Von Palen went to the bedroom, while Bormann went to meet Wolfgang.

After a while, Bowerman met with Wolfgang. The two discussed tomorrow's schedule and made preliminary security measures for the conference. Afterwards, Bowerman saw that Wolfgang was in low spirits, so he said:

"Let's leave it at that for now. It's getting late. We can discuss the details tomorrow morning."

Wolfgang rubbed his forehead and nodded: "Okay."

"but...."

Bormann looked at the hesitant Wolfgang expressionlessly and asked, "What's wrong, Marshal Wolfgang, are you worried about something?"

Wolfgang looked hesitant and said, "Of course I'm worried, Bormann."

"You know, the rebels in the city are still waiting for an opportunity. If the emperor shows up at this time, even if we take strict precautions, there will still be great risks."

Hearing this, Bowerman put his hands back into his pockets and said calmly: "That's why we need to eliminate the risk."

Wolfgang shook his head and said, "But it cannot be completely ruled out."

"Then do you want to persuade the emperor? Tell him not to go to St. Marin Square tomorrow," Baumann looked at Wolfgang and said.

"this..."

"Once the emperor has made a decision, it will be useless even if I try to persuade him." Wolfgang looked embarrassed.

Hearing this, Bowerman shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then follow your orders, protect the safety of the emperor, and ensure that tomorrow's activities go smoothly."

"Okay." Wolfgang took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry too much, Marshal Wolfgang. Believe in our abilities."

"That's all I have to say. I'm going back now. See you tomorrow." Bowerman said as he walked towards the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he suddenly turned his head and said:

"Tomorrow's activities will go smoothly, and the Emperor will return safely to the Royal Castle after they are over."

"Yes." Wolfgang nodded.

"Good night, Marshal Wolfgang, I wish you a sweet dream." Bormann smiled and walked away immediately.

"call--"

As soon as Bormann left, Wolfgang breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes and said to himself:

"This guy gives me chills every time he laughs..."

After staying in the room for a while, Wolfgang opened the door and walked out with a gloomy face.

-

At midnight.

Dingle, who was sitting in the chair, had not yet fallen asleep. He was still thinking about what to do next. At this moment, he heard a very slight knock on the door.

Dinger raised his eyebrows, and just as he reached the door of the room, a low voice came from outside: "It's me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Dinger let down his guard. When the door opened, Wolfgang's haggard face appeared before him.

"I just went to see the Emperor."

Before Dingle could speak, Wolfgang walked into the room and said so.

This made Dinger's face immediately become solemn. Before closing the door, he looked towards the corridor, but did not see any member of the Storm Special Combat Team.

"Why did you go to see the emperor at this time? What did you say?" Dinger asked anxiously as soon as he closed the door.

Wolfgang sat down in the chair with a tired look on his face, rubbing his face continuously.

Dinger was impatient and kept asking, "What did you talk about?"

Wolfgang sighed, looked up at Dingle and said, "I gave him some advice about the truce."

Upon hearing this, Dinger's pupils shrank and he instantly became nervous:

"Did he agree?" Although he asked this, looking at Wolfgang's expression at the moment, Dinger knew that there was a high probability that he did not agree.

And just as he thought, Wolfgang shook his head and said helplessly:

"No consent."

"There is no possibility of compromise, let alone surrender. This battle must continue, even if there is only one Golt left."

Upon hearing this answer, Dingle's face instantly fell.

"I knew it." Then he smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he had expected it.

"Oh." Wolfgang sighed, his face full of frustration.

Looking at Wolfgang who was sighing, Dinger walked up to him and said helplessly: "You shouldn't ask him alone."

"I had to ask him in person, but fortunately, although he did not agree, he did not kill me as a surrenderer." Wolfgang forced a smile.

Dinger couldn't laugh at all. His face was solemn and he kept muttering:

"You shouldn't have gone to him. This is not a good time..."

Wolfgang leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes:

"Maybe."

"But I couldn't convince myself. I had to have a good talk with him in person. After all... in my mind, he was once a national hero..."

Dingle frowned.

Wolfgang then said absentmindedly:

"But now after talking to him... I realise maybe that's not the case."

"He has become a lunatic."

"Crazy? Why do you say that?" Dingle asked.

Wolfgang suddenly stood up, his originally listless face became extremely serious. He did not explain, but said in a deep voice:

"I agree with you. We must end this war as soon as possible. The first thing we need to do now is to gain control of the country."

Although he didn't know why Wolfgang's attitude became so firm, Dinger was happy to hear such words, which even cheered him up. So he immediately said:

"Yes, we need to overthrow von Paaren's regime."

Wolfgang continued: "Next, I will contact those generals who want to end the war, and then unite to force von Paalen to step down..."

Dinger interrupted him helplessly: "Although I hope to gain power through non-violent means, after all, this is the only way to gain the trust of the people to the greatest extent."

"But is that a possibility now? It's impossible. Especially after you've revealed your attitude to von Paalen."

"In fact, I think he's on his guard and we may be in danger."

"The only chance left for us is violence. Give up your fantasy, father. A new regime cannot be born without bloodshed."

After hearing this, Wolfgang turned pale, nodded, and said:

"alright, I got it."

"He will give a speech at the Plaza Saint-Marie tomorrow."

Dingle's expression changed and his eyes suddenly became cold.