"Please forgive me for disturbing me, everyone!"

Nathan Witt's face was filled with a wry smile: "As a last resort, the resolution passed before to divide the half plane for you must be terminated."

Alexandra Howard's expression suddenly relaxed when he heard this, while Roth Linden looked over with confusion and inquiring eyes: "Can you tell me the reason? Mr. Witt, this does not comply with the rules of the Magic Tower Committee."

However, Witt did not explain it immediately, but pointed his right hand behind him: "Let me introduce you to a noble lady, the special envoy of the President, Ms. Christy Brad, vice chairman of the New World Magic Association."

At this moment, the space next to him was also distorted. A middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup, wearing a Victorian-style long skirt and a small vest, stepped into this space.

"Sir, I have brought the will of His Excellency the President. He asks you to stop this war, which will not benefit the stability of Atlanta."

The lady Brad spoke sincerely and had a bit of domineering spirit: "This is definitely not what the New World Magic Association wants to see."

Consully Wiltonstein couldn't help looking at this person, with a chill in his eyebrows: "Can I understand this way? This is the order issued by His Excellency the President and the Magic Association?"

"Just ordered to mediate."

Ms. Brad shook her head slightly: "Whether the truce is determined by your wishes. But both I and Your Excellency the President sincerely hope that you will make a compromise. In two months, the election will begin. During his term of office, there must be no excessive turmoil in Atlanta."

Rot Linden couldn't help but chuckled: "This is partiality, Brad. If you are willing to help, we can even go to the Astral Realm to decide the outcome, which has limited impact on your campaign."

"However, how can the change in the power structure not cause turmoil?"

The middle-aged woman shook her head. She looked at Philip I and Alexandra Howard.

"His Excellency the President is fair and he will not force others to do anything. He hopes that the two can make appropriate concessions as compensation for the gentlemen here."

"Ms. Brad, can you explain it? Why are we who are compensating?"

Alexandra looked fiercely at the woman with dissatisfaction: "This request is too extraordinary, Your Excellency the Special Envoy!"

Ms. Brad smiled. She didn't answer at all. She looked at the ongoing battle in the dark world with a relaxed look.

After only fifteen breaths, Philip I spoke: "What are you going to want, Kang Xiuli?"

Kang Xiuli only thought for a moment and was not polite: "You have all the shares of Wilton Stein Group and all the board of directors, as well as the president of the Wilton Stein Fund Management Committee. In addition, there are—"

"A proper concession does not mean insatiable."

Ms. Brad interjected here: "I think your previous conditions are appropriate, but you cannot make excessive demands. And Mr. Linden, please consider your conditions carefully, preferably within Mr. Howard's ability."

"This is such a fair lady."

Rotter Linden sarcastically, and then put away his magic scepter: "Red Dragon Mining Company, and the former Linden Real Estate and Linden Hotel chains, I just want to get back some of our family's core industries. This requirement should not be too much, right? By the way, our little Andre, he cannot be without compensation. Let me give him a condition. The Benedict family is in Atlanta, all the industries in Macon, and the Atlantic Intercontinental Bank. 35 billion gold shields are exchanged for a demigod, which is very cost-effective, right? It must be mentioned that these industries need the government to help us transfer ownership, and we cannot afford the expensive property gift tax."

"That's what it's decided."

Ms. Brad didn't care about Roth's tone, nor did she wait for Alexandra and Philip I's reply: "Then it's time for the truce."

"Two months!"

Philip I spoke first, his tone was unshakable: "I hope that in two months, the New World Magic Society will oversee this war."

"One year!"

Kang Xiuli also spoke coldly and never gave in: "You can't get anything you can't get on the battlefield, you can't imagine it at the negotiating table, my ancestor."

"Then let's get a compromise for half a year."

Ms. Brad rubbed her eyebrows with her fingers, looking very troubled: "The truce contract between you will be the Witness and Guarantor. If you have no objection, please sign the contract."

She raised her hand and some documents were sent to the four of them. Although it was a solid leather scroll, it did not have magical effect. Only the seal of the Magic Review Council below was filled with a light blue light.

"I don't need to explain the consequences of breach of the contract, right?"

Alexandra Howard signed his name on the scroll with a blue face. Then he didn't want to stay for a moment, and turned into a white light and threw it to the north of the city.

After signing, Philip I stayed, staring at Brad with his hands behind his back, and the latter sighed softly.

"Poor Mr. Benedict, he was in a crushing defeat. But since the peace agreement has been reached, I will send him back to Columbus."

She did not make any moves, only a gorgeous crown appeared on top of her head for a moment. Then, Roland Benedict, who was in the dark world, had turned into pieces of scattered flesh and blood, hiding in the strata, struggled to survive. All disappeared from the spot, and Robert's omnipotent pursuit fell into the space.

The man looked slightly stunned, then he opened his bloody eyes and looked in the direction of magic fluctuations. After looking at Ms. Brad across a layer of time and space walls, the man let out a dissatisfied hum, flew up directly from the sword, then broke the barrier and walked into the world of light.

She did not come to find Ms. Brad's trouble, but flew directly to the south.

"This is a powerful warrior. The heart of the Angel has hardly left any troubles on her, and her future is still unlimited."

Christy Brad couldn't help but sigh: "I foresee a new star will rise in the America continent. It may take less than a hundred years to become a new god of war."

Then she smiled and said, "Then I will say goodbye to you. I will tell you everything here to the President truthfully. He will definitely be very happy with your choice."

Just as Ms. Brad finished her words, her figure completely disappeared, as if she had never appeared before.
Chapter completed!