When they heard Owen's objective, the room instantly erupted into a clamor of agitation and shouting.
Quite a few of the younger department members cheered excitedly. Percy, attending as the recorder, was so thrilled that his ears and the tip of his nose flushed red; the larger the territory, the easier it would be for young people like them to rise and occupy high positions. But in the hearts of Grindelwald's old subordinates, there was some unease. Their ambitions had once been great too, and they had failed because of them—rushing now to seize too many targets might not necessarily be a good thing.
"Minister, your will is our direction... The problem doesn't lie in whether we can find and manufacture enough convincing evidence to prove that the United States was involved in the earlier attack on the Greek dueling arena. I believe that won't be a problem for us..." As a competent confidant, John Bassa had already begun considering practical feasibility. "The key issue is that we relied on the anger after the attacks on other parts of the Magical World to occupy Germany and Bulgaria... Now, because our occupation of Germany and Bulgaria has already become an established fact, and because other countries also want to vent their hatred, plus their own desire for Floating Cities and other reasons, they tacitly accepted our actions. But after the first round of attacks ends, if we still want to use the same reason to make them acknowledge us... it will be somewhat difficult to attack the United States, which nominally still isn't the leading country behind the attack."
Owen had thrown out the target and watched them argue among themselves, while he leaned back comfortably on the sofa. He calmly raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Lenn beside