My Empire

At the table, the elderly Gurlo has always been the minister of economy of the empire. He was once Desaier's retainer, but after coming to Seris, he became the old man Chris relied on.

When Serris was just emerging, he managed Serris's economy in an orderly manner. Later, in the Alanhill Empire, he was still a heavy economic minister.

The Minister of Economy, who has to pass a large number of gold coins every day, is eating soft steamed eggs at this moment, and his wrinkled face is full of happy expressions.

For a minister, it is a kind of grace to accompany His Majesty the Emperor to dinner, and it is an honor to be able to sit on this chair and lean on this table.

As for Gurlo, he enjoyed this kind of glory more often than Desaiel. Chris really likes Gurlo's style of acting. He often invites his old man to have a meal with him. He has some strange questions. He also likes to ask this experienced old man.

Not to mention Desaier, he is a "friend" that Chris often enters, and in this empire, there are really only a handful of people who can become your Majesty's old friends.

The most uncomfortable are the two newly promoted generals from the Imperial General Staff. Both of them were staff officers and had never led soldiers to fight, so the rank of this general was actually no better than the commander-in-chief of the group army who led troops outside.

This is a bit similar to the official title and errands in ancient China. Doctor Guanglu is actually just a nobleman, and the one who is really valuable is actually the "housekeeper" behind him.

Both of them are in their forties, and both are the first generation of senior chiefs of staff cultivated by the empire. Both of them were eating together with His Majesty the Emperor for the first time, so at this moment they were not even breathing so stiffly.

Chris pointed to a plate of grilled chicken with a pretty good color with his fork, and smiled at the two stiff generals: "I'm sorry to have you waited all morning. This chicken is very good. Try it. You are welcome."

Some people would make others more polite after saying "Don't be polite". Chris is this kind of person now. After he said "Don't be polite", the sweat on the faces of the two generals seemed to be a bit more.

As a result, Chris stopped paying attention to these two poor imperial generals. Although these two people may be able to call the wind and rain in the General Staff, in the eyes of outsiders, they are already the most noble military attache of the empire.

He looked at Dessell and talked about something that made William very concerned about Frenzberg: "Dessell...about Prisoner No. 1 in the Abyss, I intend to give him some amnesty."

"You mean..." Dessell was taken aback, then looked at William, the dean of the Magic Academy, who was sitting across from him. As the prime minister of the empire, he certainly knew the abyss, and he knew exactly who number 1 in the abyss was.

That is a name that many people don't want to mention again, and amnesty for this person is not something that anyone can propose.

It can be said that in the entire empire, the only person who is qualified to say this sentence is the person who just said this sentence. The emperor of the empire, Chris!

When Chris said this, William also stopped chewing. He stared at Chris with wide eyes, and couldn't believe his ears.

Talking about business matters during the meal, this is the tradition of the Royal Luncheon at Ailan Hill. The waiter was not surprised, and still delivered all kinds of delicious things in an orderly manner.

Dessell put down his knife and fork, pondered it, stared at William, frowned slightly and asked: "Your Majesty, can I ask the reason?"

William was so uncomfortable with Desaier's eyes that he could only lower his eyes and wait for Chris' answer.

Chris didn’t evade any secrets, and told the truth: “Last night, William went to the Abyss, and he brought back some things from Prisoner Abyss No. 1. These things are very useful for the Empire... So, I plan to treat Abyss No. 1. Give some amnesty."

"So, your Majesty, what aspects does the amnesty include?" Dessell was unwilling to pardon Frenzberg, because Dessell was also one of the witnesses of his rebellion. That betrayal had a great impact on the empire, so Dessell did not wait to see Frenzberg.

"I plan to restore his speech system and install an arm for him." Chris calmly replied: "However, before that, I will replace him with a new body and let him be an ordinary puppet, the most ordinary. Kind."

"This will increase the risk of detaining him." Desaier raised his own objection: "Is it worth it?"

"Compared with his contribution, I think it is worth it." Chris still calmly replied.

Then, he looked at William and said: "You can bring him the following words: This is his last chance. I don't want my kindness to be disappointed again."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" William suppressed his cheering, the expression on his face flying.

Desaier didn't know what William gave to Chris, frowned and didn't continue to ask. He could only suppress his curiosity, shook his head and continued to eat the delicious food on the plate.

At the same time, on the heavily guarded runway of the No. 2 military airport on the outskirts of Serris, a -17 transport plane slowly stopped.

The huge door at the rear of the plane was slowly opened, and trucks covered with canvas drove out and parked neatly in a row on the side of the plane.

A man in a magician robe came down from the plane. He personally handed the document he was holding to the officer waiting for him in the airport: "Everything went smoothly on the road. Four f-15 fighter jets were escorted without any problems. ."

"Thank you." The officer stretched out his hand, shook the opponent, took the receiving document, and lowered his head to read the contents carefully.

"Check!" With an order, the heavily armed soldiers who had been waiting a long time ago jumped onto the truck compartment, lowered the upper baffle, and lifted the canvas at the rear of the car.

The afternoon sun shone into the tails of the trucks, which were packed, with seals on them, and stacks of parcels with numbers on them.

"Parcel No. 1 is intact! Parcel No. 2 is intact!..." The soldiers who checked the parcels confirmed the integrity of the transported items one by one, and at the same time, all the parcels in the car were packed into the black imperial government car.

That's right, the packages contained in these packages are all demon books seized from the demon floating city of Makar Xiluo.

If you put it in the past, then all "magic**" is installed here, and it's all the words of the devil.

However, the senior magicians of Ailan Hill didn't think so, they were more willing to believe the truth Chris told them. In the eyes of the magicians of the Ailan Hill Empire, it is far more important to learn from the strengths of others than to reject heretics.

In this state of war, Ailan Hill's technology is already very powerful. Therefore, when Chris ordered to study the devil's space technology, seizing the results of the devil's space technology research became an important task for the Ailan Hill military.

In fact, if Ailan Hill is willing to take advantage of the electromagnetic gun's range, it will only be faster to shoot down Makar Xiluo.

"Transport all to the Magic Academy! Every package must be recorded in detail!" After all the seals were checked and all the packages were intact, with a big wave of his hand, the officer headed loudly ordered his subordinates.

Then he turned around and signed his name on the document: "No problem, here is your receipt!"

"Long live your majesty!" The man in the black magic robe stood with his chin held up and saluted.

"Long live your majesty!" The officer waiting at the airport also stood at attention in reply and solemnly responded.

In the restaurant, the two generals finally got used to it. They began to report on the situation of the second battle in Ferry City. Both Desaier and Chris listened carefully.

Only William wandered away from the sky, thinking about the fact that his teacher Frenzberg was pardoned just now.

"According to the needs of the research department, in this battle, we kept 30 demon soldiers captives and captured about 150 demon dogs at the same time." An admiral sat upright, not squinting. He has only now entered the state, and his body is full of the pleasure of enjoying the lunch bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor.

"These demons are used for research. The scale of this capture is unprecedented." Another admiral added, for fear of missing this opportunity for the Emperor to remember himself.

"Are there any difficulties in arresting?" Chris asked curiously, enlivening the lunch atmosphere.

"No, the anesthetics provided by the science department are very effective." An admiral quickly replied: "In addition, the elves have also helped a lot."

Magic such as vine entanglement can indeed slow down the opponent's movement speed. With the help of the elves, the capture work is so smooth.

Chris nodded, then motioned to continue reporting on the follow-up work: "You guys continue!"

"Makar Xiluo sat on the periphery of Ferry City and formed a new island. The 15th Army Group is building new fortifications on the island. With this island, the next time the devil attacks, our warning radius can be Pushing forward more than 100 kilometers, the defensive position can also be pushed forward more than 60 kilometers." Hearing Chris' instructions, the admiral continued to introduce.

Since it hasn't crashed, the demon's floating city Makar Xiluo has become the "captured item" captured by Ailan Hill. It sank in the open sea and became an island with a large area.

With this island, Dukou City has an outpost, and similarly, deploying troops here can also reduce the defensive pressure of Dukou City.

"That's true, the devil sent warmth to the door." Chris touched his nose, feeling that he had heard a very funny thing.

Desaiel thought further, and directly said to Chris: "Your Majesty, you should think about it now, what exactly should this island be called?"

"How about calling the Fallen City..." Chris immediately showed everyone his unparalleled difficulty in naming...