My Empire

The weather in Ailan Hill has also been very cold, and there has been a light snowfall in the city of Seris, which is relatively north.

For the residents of the magical continent, they have never experienced such a warm winter: the residents of the city did not even feel the bitter cold in their memory.

The towering buildings, like a heavy city wall, isolate the cold from the city, and the first snow on the streets has long been crushed into black mud by countless wheels.

On the asphalt road, there are still cars coming and going, and pedestrians wearing colorful fashions show the world the bustling and hustle and bustle of this city.

At both ends of the street, neon lights flickered, squandering surplus electricity. The energy that is still in short supply in other places seems to be uncountable in this city.

Even the Mansgel famous car, which is rare in the city of Seris, dashed on the spacious main road with three cars in succession, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

This scene is rare. It must be someone traveling by car to have such a spectacular pomp.

In the capital of the empire, there is no shortage of knowledgeable experts. A policeman on the roadside saw the license plate hanging in front of the car passing by, and he hurriedly stood at attention and saluted.

The license plate that begins with alxr-1 represents the seat of the most senior official of the imperial government. Under normal circumstances, those who can get the license plate that begins with alxr-1 are at least minister-level senior officials.

And the license plate alxr-10001 was used by the prime minister of the empire. This license plate represents endless glory and supreme power.

The expression on Dessel's face in the car became even more gloomy. He had just received the news that Old Man Gurlo's hand had already had a sign of a stroke, and he began to tremble.

This is not a good phenomenon, at least it illustrates a problem, the condition of the old man Gurlo is developing in the direction of aggravation.

Therefore, after hearing the news, Desaier put aside his work and immediately rushed to Gurlo's mansion to visit the imperial economic minister.

For Dessel, today is not a good weather. He looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window, watching the drunken nobles entering and leaving the magnificent entertainment venues, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He just felt that he was very irritable, and wanted to find a bad luck to vent. It is a pity that he is the prime minister of the empire, and he can no longer decide the direction of a thing by his own emotions and anger.

Along the way, he worked diligently and had already forgotten the original goal of making the Longtaite family the richest man in the world.

As the first official of the Ailan Hill Empire, what he has in his mind now is the entire universe, the inexhaustible wealth of the entire universe!

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Inside the smoothly flying sky battleship, Chris has not yet fallen asleep. His mental power can ensure that he stays awake for several days, but this state of not being able to rest will also hurt his body.

Therefore, the royal team of private doctors does not recommend Chris stay up late or work for several days in a row. The emperor's life must be regular, and this is also for the stability of the entire empire.

The lamp beside his bed was on, and he was holding a memorial that he had sent not long ago. This memorial was copied by Wagron, and it was handed over to Chris as a deliberately printed paper.

Chris likes paper products because he has too many "images" in his mind, and he prefers the feeling of paper in his hands.

"You can try..." He flicked the pen next to the pillow, wrote four words on the memorial, and then looked at his door.

Luther knocked on Chris' door lightly, and then pushed in with permission. He walked gently to Chris' bed, lowered his head and reported softly: "Your Majesty, the news that just came, Father Gurlo is seriously ill..."

"What's the matter?" Chris frowned, and the little sleepiness that just came up suddenly disappeared, and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"I heard that it was caused by a slight intracranial hemorrhage... His consciousness was still sober, but his hands were shaking all the time." Luther reported.

"What do those doctors do?" Chris didn't know if he scolded, or asked, "Didn't you ask you to find the best doctor?"

"The best doctor in the Ailan Hill Empire, except for the medical team that followed you, the rest are already on the side of Father Gurlo." Luther explained with some embarrassment.

This kind of intracranial hemorrhage is inherently difficult to treat, and Mr. Gurlo’s body is not suitable for craniotomy. In this case, conservative treatment can only be used to describe the effect in general.

The human body is inherently complex and fragile. Naturally, doctors can't be blamed for this kind of thing.

To Chris’s chagrin, some people smoke and drink alcohol and do everything, but they can live a hundred years, and his important minister, Gurlo, who does not smoke or drink, ends up inexplicably suffering from the most difficult to treat. Brain hemorrhage...

"The old man's body is very fragile. The tide of magical energy did not strengthen his physique. Instead, it caused problems with the already aging body..." Luther comforted: "The doctors are consulting, they will come up with a solution. ."

"Let the magic department, the research institute, and the medical department think of a way! With so many technologies and so many experts, how can there be no way at all?" Chris ordered: "Especially the magic department, tell William, this It's an order!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Luther leaned slightly and persuaded: "The fleet can return to Seris tomorrow morning. Your Majesty should take a rest."

"I see." Chris waved his hand and signaled that Luther could go out: "Send this memorial to the secretariat and have them send it to Waglon!"

"Okay." Luther took the paper memorial and exited Chris' room. Chris, who had processed all the memorials, was lying on his bed, looking at the steel ceiling, reaching out and turning off the bedside lamp.

Even if it is the room where the emperor lived, the decoration can only be described as ordinary. This is a real battleship, and everything in it is prepared for war.

Chris' room is an independent space protected by a special steel plate. Even if the sky battleship is sunk, this independent space can protect Chris from harm with a high probability.

In the dark night, there were only huge black shadows left in the entire sky fleet, and the lights on these black shadows echoed in the distance, flashing like stars.

In the distant night sky, a long shining bridge divides the sky-that is the Ailan Xiris star ring, the most fascinating scenery in the sky.