From Prisoner to Si Chen

As soon as Jilan got off the car, he was surrounded by a group of people.

These people were all wearing dark gray suits and no hats. Judging from their gestures, they were not like ordinary people. At least they all had super physical fitness and were well-trained.

"Mr. Jilan Ilos, we are the security force of Sifang Palace, responsible for maintaining order on the scene."

The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes saluted and bowed his head respectfully.

Immediately, he raised his hand and led the way into the Sifang Palace.

"Please follow me."

As he said, he led the way inside.

On both sides of him, there was a group of female soldiers wearing the same gray suits, each of them beautiful, but with cold and serious expressions.

On the periphery, there was a group of specially invited reporters, both men and women, and even many from other countries.

These reporters had access cards, work cards and black box cameras hanging on their chests, and they kept pressing the shutter at Jilan.

Click!

In an instant, white light flashed.

Jilan was calm about it.

He held his hat in one hand and his cane in the other, and followed him in with a calm face.

The crowd made way for him, and the security forces escorted him. Jilan walked all the way and successfully arrived at the depths of the Sifang Palace, which he had never been to before -

a magnificent and bright conference hall.

It is said that when foreign guests come, the top leaders of the empire will be responsible for receiving them in this conference hall. And important resolutions will also be announced here.

As soon as Jilan entered the door, six or seven senior officials from the department who had been waiting for a long time on the inside came to greet him.

There were two people in the lead, both men in their fifties or sixties. One of them was a short and serious man, whom Jilan had seen before, and it was the Minister of Logistics, Muhsin.

'Minister Muhsin is a senior member of the "Crow Faction" and can be regarded as a confidant of Teacher Pala. He is here to greet them, most likely because of the teacher's intention. '

Jilan had a thought in his mind.

So he greeted them politely.

The other party adjusted his round-frame glasses, responded to Gillan with a friendly smile, and then introduced several people around him:

"Mr. Gillan, this is the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mr. Jenny Pruett. These people are also the heads of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..."

"Hello, Minister Jenny."

Gillan stretched out his hand.

Jenny, with her short hair in a 3:7 ratio, looked a little old, and her face wrinkles were squeezed together when she smiled.

He quickly stretched out his hands and shook Gillan's hand respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Gillan. I have heard of your great name for a long time, and now I can finally meet you... In the future, I hope you will take care of many matters of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Jenny's tone was very humble.

He was obviously two generations older than Gillan, and their positions were almost the same, one was a minister and the other was an executive minister.

But Jenny was not a fool. After hearing the news, he looked through and studied Gillan's files for several nights in a row. He was shocked by the other's terrible resume and knew the ability of the young man in front of him.

At the same time, he also understood that Para Celsus pushed him to this position against all odds, which must have a deep meaning. If he offended him rashly, he would definitely not have a good ending!

What's more, Gillan Ilos's appointment was approved by the head of state.

Many details are indicating a fact...

This young man, who is only 20 years old, is definitely not simple!

"You're welcome, Minister Jenny." Gillan showed a flawless smile, and his tone was impeccable.

He shook hands and greeted the other heads of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs one by one. These middle-aged men and women were all flattered, and shook hands and laughed with them carefully.

Gillan even felt a little cold sweat from their palms... He couldn't help wondering in his heart, why are these people so nervous when facing him?

He is not a devil.

Immediately, Gillan, accompanied by everyone, walked from the red carpet aisle to the high platform of the conference hall.

The seats on both sides were full of people, and they all looked at Gillan.

There were kind eyes, indifferent eyes, curious eyes, and scrutinizing eyes.

Muhsin whispered beside him. Most of those who came to attend the inauguration ceremony were members of the House of Lords, including representatives of various classes, as well as senior officials and heads of various departments of the empire.

Almost half of the core figures of the empire came.

Jilan nodded silently to show his understanding.

When they walked to the side of the platform, Muhsin and others apologized and left on their own to watch the ceremony.

Jilan walked onto the stage under the guidance of two female staff members.

Hundreds of spotlights illuminated the platform brightly. Propaganda Minister Staven personally presided over the ceremony with a serious face and an impassioned tone, stating the many changes and developments of the empire in recent years.

Jilan stood upright on the stage and saw at a glance that a gloomy middle-aged man with a hooked nose was sitting in the middle of the first row of the stage.

‘Head of the Empire, Caesar Jide! ’

Jilan’s expression tightened.

He knew that it was the head of state's trick.

Noticing his gaze, the middle-aged man with a hooked nose looked at him, smiled and nodded.

On his left and right were Para Celsus and Carl Rega.

To the left were the ministers of various departments. To the right were the general officers headed by the commander-in-chief of the military, Rechi Mesa.

Staven, who was talking about something exciting, was so excited that his saliva was flying everywhere.

But he glanced and suddenly noticed that the white-haired old man on the left hand side of the head of state cast a calm look at him.

For a moment, his heart shuddered, and he realized that he had spoken too long. So Stavin quickly changed his words:

"...Everyone, the past has become history, and the future is still a mystery. We should pay attention to the present, because only the present can change the future."

“The post of Executive Minister of the Empire’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been vacant for a long time. After discussions with the House of Lords and senior officials of various departments, it was unanimously decided that Mr. Guillen Iros, the former head of the Commission of Inquiry, would serve in this position to add a new role to the future of the Empire. vitality……"

Immediately afterwards, Stavin took the national flag with an "X" on a black background and white stripes held by two female staff members and handed it to Gillan.

Immediately, he shook hands with Gillan.

Click, click, click!

Under the stage, dozens of specially invited reporters clicked the shutter repeatedly, and the white light flashed continuously.

After doing this, Stavin quickly stepped down from the stage, leaving the stage to the newly appointed executive minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Gillan held the flag of the Bremen Empire and walked slowly to the podium.

When the noisy voices around him gradually quieted down, the eyes of everyone present focused on him, full of surprise and scrutiny.

Just because the blond young man on the stage looks too young... It is the first time in the history of the empire that such a young foreign minister has been appointed.

"I would like to thank the Empire for its trust in me and allow me to assume the position of Executive Minister of Foreign Affairs. To this end, I will do my best to fulfill my responsibilities."

Gillan said calmly into the disc microphone.

His tone was calm, but it contained a chilling temperament that was inappropriate for his age.

"272 years ago, the Bremen Empire was established on the bones and blood of countless Hiru people, in order to create a pure land of peace, tranquility and prosperity."

"After 200 years of baptism, the Empire has finally become one of the three major powers on the mainland, but it has also attracted the covetousness and hostility of the Eastern Federation."

"Forty years ago, the Federation launched an aggressive war without authorization, attacked the empire, occupied Bosvia, an important northern trading capital, and used it as a bridgehead and colony to exploit and enslave the Hiru people wantonly..."

"Fifteen years ago, Caesar's head of state led the imperial army to fight back and successfully recaptured Bosvia, avenging their shame. However, the Federation regarded our just actions as plunder and plundered their belongings... This is the world's most dangerous situation. The most ridiculous joke is to confuse right and wrong.”

"Six months ago, on July 21, 1926, the Federation unilaterally tore up the treaty, straddled the steel wall fortress on the eastern border, and carried out indiscriminate bombing of eighteen cities in the forest area of ​​Kawo Prefecture. Nearly 100,000 people lost their lives, and countless families suffered as a result. was shattered and the empire suffered heavy losses.”

"A week ago, on New Year's Eve on December 31, the Federation dropped a super-large bomb on Bosiva, directly razing the city of faith that symbolized the history and honor and disgrace of our empire to the ground. Countless Hiru people were killed in an instant Turned into flying ashes in the blink of an eye, such cruel and inhumane behavior tramples on our dignity and treats us as weak people who can be bullied at will..."

Jilan's voice was not loud, and his tone was calm, but it seemed to contain a kind of magic power, like a spark, gradually igniting the fire in the hearts of everyone present.

At this moment.

In the conference hall, Gilan's speech was transmitted to all parts of the empire in real time in the form of radio broadcast through the terminal radio equipment.

Outside the Sifang Palace, thousands of Muses gathered, listening seriously to the voice of the young man's speech coming from the loudspeaker on the high wall.

The sound of the radio echoed, arousing the anger of the crowd, making them clenched their fists.

Nobles in manors, middle-class families in apartments, ordinary residents in townhouses, and conference rooms in various departments, countless radios are playing the speeches at the same time...

Everyone was silent.

Their chests were holding a breath that seemed ready to explode at any moment. A pair of eyes showed anger, anger towards the despicable invader.

On the radio, the broadcast continued:

"...The Owena Federation prides itself on being a state of art, advocating creativity, praising obedience, and emphasizing elegance and uniqueness. Are their atrocities against us the so-called elegance? The abuse of force is art? Mass murder is creation? Oppression is praise?”

"No, not at all."

"They are just a group of shameless executioners!"

At this moment, in a rental apartment in Simius, a girl of fifteen or sixteen jumped up from her chair and shouted excitedly:

"Well said! Brother Jilan!"

Milinda held her little pink fist, her face full of admiration.

The three brothers and sisters of the Farhan family, as well as their mother, Mrs. Xenia, were all sitting attentively at the table, listening to the speech on the radio.

"I really didn't expect that Brother Gilan would become the Minister of Foreign Affairs..."

Nancy had a look of emotion on her face, and her beautiful eyes also flashed with deep respect.

"Yes." Qiao An sighed.

He turned to look at his mother, only to find that her expression was complicated and she was in a daze.

At this time, Milinda rolled her watery eyes and said with a smile:

"Hmph, if Artemi and the others knew that the big shot giving a speech was my brother, their expressions would definitely be very exciting... Yesterday, she even showed off to me that her cousin is working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as a team leader."

"Milinda! Don't get your brother into trouble!"

Nancy suddenly frowned and scolded seriously.

"Be quiet and keep listening to the radio."

"I know, why are you so fierce..."

Milinda pouted and sat down again.

Just listen to the calm voice of the young man continuing to come from the radio:

"In the Federation, a large number of crazy politicians, in collaboration with incompetent dignitaries, warmongers and arms dealers who intend to make money from the war, wantonly stir up public sentiment and weave the beautiful dream of annexing the Bremen Empire, so as to realize the ambition of exploiting the whole world."

"But they will never succeed."

"In the name of Gillan Ilos, the Executive Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Bremen Empire, I assure every imperial citizen that I am calm and confident about our future."

"The descendants of Xiru are never afraid of intimidation and challenges. The honor of the imperial people will always accompany their warriors until the Owena Federation fully bears our anger-"

"With this, I will, on behalf of the head of state Caesar Jide, formally declare war on the Owena Federation!"

"This war will not stop until death!"

At this moment, the empire was in an uproar--