There was a "click" sound.

Standing at the end of the corridor, Baumann turned sideways and looked towards the conference room, and Wolfgang just walked out.

Baumann withdrew his gaze and stared straight at the wall opposite the corner. Gradually, the heavy footsteps of Wolfgang were heard in the corridor.

When the footsteps approached him, Baumann turned around and looked at Wolfgang.

"Marshal Wolfgang, is the conversation over?" Bormann asked with his hands in his pockets, looking at Wolfgang's slightly pale face.

Wolfgang nodded absentmindedly.

Bauermann nodded slightly, but suddenly took his hand out of his leather jacket pocket and reached towards Wolfgang. Wolfgang was a little absent-minded at first, but when he saw his sudden action, he was immediately startled and quickly stepped back two steps, saying:

"What are you doing, Bowerman?"

"Nothing, I just noticed your clothes are dirty."

As Bormann said this, the hand wearing the dark red glove patted the corner of Wolfgang's military uniform.

Wolfgang froze and looked at him in surprise.

Bowerman turned a deaf ear to him, patted him lightly a few times, looked at Wolfgang expressionlessly and said:

"Keep it clean, Marshal Wolfgang."

"How can there be soot on a military uniform?"

Hearing this, Wolfgang was startled and looked down at his clothes. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to sweep away the cigarette ash that had fallen on his body. He quickly lowered his head and patted his clothes, saying, "I didn't notice it."

"Okay, go back and rest early, Marshal Wolfgang." Bormann put his hands back into his jacket pockets and said so.

"Ah."

Wolfe agreed sullenly, lowered his head and wiped the stains on his clothes while walking forward. However, after taking only two steps, he suddenly remembered what von Palen said about going to Saint-Marin Square to give a speech tomorrow, so he stopped again and turned around and said:

"How do you plan the speech at Saint Marlene Square tomorrow at noon? His Majesty asked me to prepare a troop to guard the place. We need to work out a plan together."

Hearing this, Bormann frowned. Just as he was about to speak, von Palen's voice came from the direction of the conference room:

"Let Bowerman come here immediately!"

Hearing the shout, Bormann immediately said to Wolfgang: "You go back first. I will come to see you after I see His Majesty."

"This shouldn't take too long."

Wolfgang agreed with a tired look on his face: "Okay, as soon as possible."

After saying that, he walked away immediately, and Bowerman walked towards the conference room.

-

"His Majesty."

Bowerman walked into the conference room, closed the door, and looked at von Paalen who was sitting in the chair.

Von Palen placed his hands on the table with his forehead pressed against his closed palms, his eyes closed, as if he was thinking about something complicated.

After calling out to him and seeing that he didn't respond, Bowerman had to stand aside quietly.

After several minutes, von Paalen opened his eyes and looked at Bormann: "Tomorrow at noon, we need to hold a people's meeting in Saint Marlene Square, and I need to be there in person."

Bowerman immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this won't work."

"Didn't you say that most of the rebels have been arrested?" Feng Palen said expressionlessly.

Bowerman quickly explained:

"Yes, but it is still very risky for you to go to Santa María Square. Even if there is only one assassin, as long as he hides among the people..."

Before he could finish his words, von Palen interrupted and said, "I have made up my mind."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, that's absolutely not possible." Bormann shook his head, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Von Palen seemed to have anticipated this. He slowly stood up, walked to Bormann and said, "I have to go."

At this point, von Palen stared into Bormann's eyes and said word by word: "I know what problems Salivia is facing now, and I also know what the people need."

"Only if I come forward in person can the people regain their confidence."

Bormann could see the determination in von Palen's eyes. He knew that no amount of persuasion would change his decision, so he had to say:

"But your decision was too sudden. Excuse me, but is it because of what you just talked about with Marshal Wolfgang that made you make this decision?"

Hearing this, Feng Palen put his hands behind his back, his originally solemn expression suddenly relaxed, and he even chuckled.

“It’s somewhat related, but not very much.”

"That's what I was planning to do."

Bowerman shook his head and said, "Okay, but it's still a little sudden. Can we postpone it for two days? This will allow me to better prepare security."

"Tomorrow, at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"And in the morning, you need to get the message out to as many people as possible, don't lock them up at home, get them out, the more the better."

Faced with this request, Bormann felt helpless. The more people there were, the greater the risk. If hidden rebels took the opportunity to assassinate the emperor, the safety of the emperor would be seriously threatened.

Thinking of this, Bowerman hesitated and said:

"Very well, your majesty."

"But I had to have security personnel set up a cordon around the podium, clearing the area of ​​150 meters... no, 200 meters, and not letting people get close."

Von Palen shook his head:

"No, that's not necessary."

“Just do it like you always did.”

Bormann said quickly, "Your Majesty, things are different now than they were in the past. You are already taking a huge risk by going to Saint-Marie Square. There is a great possibility that those rebels will take the opportunity to assassinate you."

"If it's not possible..."

At this point, von Palen interrupted and asked, "Are you sure someone will come to assassinate you?"

Bowerman was stunned, but quickly replied: "It is very likely. You are in the Royal Castle, and it is difficult for assassins to find opportunities. But it is completely different in an open-air square, especially in a large gathering."

"Maybe? That means you are not sure whether there will be an assassin coming." Feng Palen's eyes were deep.

This made Bowerman a little confused. He frowned and said, "Yes, but what do you mean..."

Von Paalen suddenly leaned close to Bormann and whispered in his ear.

After von Palen finished speaking, Bormann was dumbfounded, with a look of shock on his face: "Your Majesty, are you kidding me?"

Feng Palen's face darkened. "What are you talking about? Did I not make myself clear?"

Bowerman quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I understand."

"But do you really want to do this? This is simply..."

Von Palen patted Bormann on the shoulder, shot back the second half of his sentence, and said solemnly:

"Just do it, Bowerman."

"I believe you can do this well, so I can only leave it to you."

"You are not only my subordinate, but also my close comrade. We share the same beliefs. You fully understand and are willing to fight for me. What you have done makes me know that you are the person I can trust the most."

"Bowman, for the sake of the country and the people, I really need your help."

At this point, von Paalen looked Bormann in the eye and extended his right hand toward him.

Bormann was shocked and his eyes became hot in an instant. He quickly took off his gloves and tightly grasped the hand that von Palen extended.

With his palms tightly clasped together, Bowerman clearly felt the weight of von Palen's force, which made him feel excited and he immediately said:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I will use my life to unconditionally support any decision you make!"