In November, the Atlanta region of North America is a cool autumn weather, which is a good time for outdoor activities.

The Matheras Mansion in the suburbs of Atlanta is holding a gathering of powerful people. The participants are the top figures of the military, political and economic worlds of this era. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are famous in the world with a common identity, which is the member of the Immigration Review Committee.

Matheras Mansion is a typical French-style courtyard building. The main building is located at the southernmost end of the entire courtyard, facing the gate, and is separated from the gate with a circular fountain pool. The east, west and north sides of the main building are green gardens. Although the three gardens are of different shapes, they are cut into geometric symmetrical layouts, full of the style of Versailles gardens. The outer edge of the garden is the farthest from the main building. The forest is quiet, and there are several artificial lakes, which have less symmetrical beauty than the garden, but it overflows with a different natural beauty.

As the sun sets, Haman follows Duvalon, the old butler of Matheras's 60-year-old Mathenas's house, turned into the West Garden from the back garden of the mansion and immediately glanced at a column-style pavilion in the garden. This pavilion is located at the center of the West Garden, with an ancient Greek and Roman architectural style. Below it are ten Corinthian columns, and the ten columns are arranged in a circle, jointly holding up a round dome with exquisite carvings. There is a white round table under the dome, with tea sets on each of the round tables, and a chair sits on the west-facing chair.

The two walked towards the pavilion.

Haman looked at the pavilion a few times and turned his attention from the pavilion to the woman in the pavilion. The woman was wearing a graceful and luxurious dress, with her blond hair hanging high behind her head, and was holding a pot and pressing the lid with the other hand to pour tea into the teacup. With every move, she exuded an innate aristocratic spirit, like an ancient royal lady.

The two walked into the pavilion and stood opposite the blonde lady. The blonde lady slowly put the teapot and stood up and nodded to Haman. Haman nodded and looked at him immediately. She saw that she was about the same age as herself, with a hairstyle that was as good as her eyebrows, and she was beautiful in appearance. She was naturally beautiful. She was dressed in a expensive dress and was considered to be a peerless charm.

The housekeeper Duvalon bowed slightly and said, "Miss, Councillor Haman Kahn is here."

The blonde lady nodded to Duvalon, gave her a thankful look, then turned around and smiled at Haman gently, and said warmly: "Hello, His Excellency Haman Kahn, I am Cynthia Mathenas, please call me Cynthia."

Haman Kahn felt that the fresh and elegant aura she exuded was full of danger, and he couldn't help but feel alert and pretended to be calm: "Hello, I have long admired Mrs. Mather Matheras."

"No need to be reserved, I'm not a politician." Cynthia smiled calmly and said, "Just call me Cynthia."

Haman was surprised by her freshness without any trace of artificiality, nodded awkwardly, and responded helplessly: "Okay, Xin... Cynthia."

The two sat down opposite each other, and Duvalon retreated.

Cynthia waited for Duvalon to leave before speaking again: "Miss Harman, this title is OK!"

Haman nodded and smiled at her, but thought to himself: "The standard tricks that are close to each other are really good. If other aspects are equally excellent, they will have to be considered a difficult character. Cynthia Matheras seems to be not just a fertility tool to bring family members into the family and inherit their bloodlines, and they need to be dealt with carefully."

Cynthia picked up the teacup, sipped the teacup, put it back on the table, turned right and looked towards the northern back garden, and complained in a tender voice: "Those politicians are so annoying. They couldn't discuss a result after most of the meeting. Now they have discussed it again in the reception, and have occupied a good place in vain." She turned around and said to Haman: "Miss Haman, you are so smart, you should have seen through the essence of this matter!"

Haman was puzzled and said to himself, "What the hell is she talking about?" But pretending to be dissatisfied, he smiled and said, "I am confident in my observation, but what is the 'this' thing' mentioned by the lady? The meeting just now discussed many cases. Each case is one thing, and every thing is very important, but there is no 'essence' or something like that."

Cynthia smiled and picked up the teapot to pour tea. As the tea cup was filled, she said, "Miss Haman, you know what I am talking about. The immigration review committee needs to discuss many cases, such as the new capital, reconstruction of ground defenses, pension and resettlement of refugees, etc. But at this stage, there is only one thing that needs to be paid attention to, that is, the Gene remnant party clearance action."

Haman frowned and said seriously: "The cases discussed in the Immigration Review Council are all confidential, and even if you are the personal daughter of Speaker Ronan Mathenas, you have no right to ask more questions."

Cynthia put down the teapot and asked, "So, I guess right, do you really have the idea of ​​clearing all the Jean remnants on the universe and the ground?"

Haman picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put it down, and said leisurely: "You seem to be pointing something different, so you might as well put down your cover and tell the truth, so that I can be honest with you."

"Okay." Cynthia said, "After the failure of the Charia rebellion, New Gene's combat power was greatly reduced. It is impossible to start another war in a short period of time. The universe and the earth will enjoy a rare peaceful day. However, there was a person who did not want peace to come, at least he did not want peace to come immediately, so he secretly tampered with it, which triggered the incident."

Harman looked at Cynthia and asked seriously: "Are you referring to my sister Renas?"

"No." Cynthia said, "I don't know who that person is, I'm just sure there is someone."

Haman secretly shouted badly and said guiltily: "There are one or a group of ambitious people behind every war. Are you talking about Nanayi Miguel?"

Cynthia smiled and said, "Even if it was her! The situation was obviously unfavorable to her, but she still provoked the war, attacked the Federal Space Fleet, hit the earth with colonial satellites, and attacked Dakar. What exactly made her do this? Miss Haman, you should know!"

Haman knew she was referring to San Nai, on the surface, but in fact she was referring to Renas who was chasing Nanai all the way. He was about to make a fuss and said, "I also think it's strange why she did this under such an unfavorable situation. Perhaps it's because of the inner part of New Gene, she, as an outsider, or maybe she imagined to play her personal heroism like Aijo Dilaz. In short, it's hard to understand the extremes like them."

Cynthia smiled and listened to Harman's words, and then continued, saying, "Maybe someone threatened me and wanted to get out of the predicament by taking the initiative."

Haman was stunned. Although his face did not show any abnormality, his hands on the table were pinched and loosened in an instant.

Cynthia glanced at the sight, squinted her eyes and smiled, and quietly picked up the tea cup to drink tea.

At this moment, a roar sounded when the sunset was setting, and the forest in the distance was ignited.
Chapter completed!