Chapter 632
My Empire Chapter 632
2020-11-03
Chapter 632 633 is farther awayIn the afternoon of sun shone brightly, in front of a villa in the Wallawa mining area, a spacious lawn At the end, on the straight avenue, a well-equipped Mansgarh People's car stopped.
The sound of the engine in the front hood was disappeared, and the man sitting in the driver's seat extended the hand a little stiffly, and pulled out the car key inserted in the right rear of the steering wheel.
He pushed open the car door, put the car keys in his pocket, stretched out his right hand, grabbed a briefcase on the passenger seat, and got out of the car with a slight bow.
"father!" On the lawn, the child who was playing galloped to the man's arms, and the pleasant child's voice brought a satisfied smile to the man's icy face.
"Mr. Schumann." The old maid who was standing on the lawn greeted her, nodded slightly in front of the man holding the child, and greeted.
"It's hard work." Schumann easily picked up his son with his right hand, nodded slightly to the maid, and walked towards the main entrance of the villa.
There, the hostess is leaning on the door frame, happily watching her husband and child on the lawn.
It has been two years since he returned to the rear from the field, and it has been a year and a half since Schumann moved to Wallawar as an old Serris man—his family, and child, also Follow him to this strange city.
Fortunately, the people here are very nice, everyone is friendly, and there is a lot of movement between the neighborhoods. The Allen District Speaker across the road was very kind.
In a brutal battle, Schumann lost his right calf and his entire right hand. Such injuries would have been declared dead a few years ago, but Alanhill's field hospital rescued him, but he also became a wounded who could not continue fighting.
He who saved his life but lost his life was arranged to work in a reserve training unit. Although he received a lot of allowances, he could only endure a broken body in pain.
He was not lucky, and when he had to face the reality, he didn't know whether it was bad luck or luck to catch up with Alanhill's fastest expansion "good time".
In the past two years, as a loyal old Serris warrior, he was first promoted from an active sergeant to a reserve lieutenant, climbing three ranks in one breath, and later because of his reserve rank Promoted, promoted to major.
Who would have thought that in just half a year, the demon's counterattack made the Alanhill Empire mobilize its troops again, and the reserve duty was even more heavy. Got the rank of lieutenant colonel!
His experience is not an isolated one, but a serious problem that Alanhill faces today that has to be carefully addressed.
The entire empire is expanding too fast. The commander of a regiment five years ago may now be the commander of an army. The mayor who was in charge of managing a small town five years ago may now be the deputy of civil affairs in a certain region.
The leadership team has not fallen, and there are still a few people who are corrupted by the temptation of money. Most of the Alanhill management is still efficient and loyal. They worship the emperor Your Majesty from the bottom of their hearts and dare not deceive anything. It's like facing the gods.
However, what this leadership team has to manage has expanded 100 times or even 10,000 times! The problem they have to deal with has expanded from a castle to an empire, and the population they have to manage has expanded from more than 300,000 people to more than 7 billion!
Two years ago, maybe he was just a small clerk in a government office, but now he is probably a high-ranking official in charge of a provincial finance.
Veterans who retired due to injuries need to be resettled, and workers who are injured on duty need to be resettled. Countless Serris people have to leave their ancestral land where they have lived all their lives, go to a strange city, and face strange people. life.
People like Schumann are lucky, at least because of his injuries, he was assigned to the Wallawa area not far from Serris.
There are at least decent cities here, with spacious streets, electricity, sewers, schools, and all kinds of supporting facilities.
The most miserable part of the city is plagued with plague, the stench of excrement is everywhere, there is no electric light and telephone network, and there is no even the most basic living facilities!
Who can imagine that a small official who has been a grass-roots leader of the postal department in a civilized society for 2 years will be promoted to a place where there is no postbox to serve as Vice-City Lord?
"You are so beautiful." Schumann, who was not quite used to his body when he walked in front of his wife, brought a little confidence in his tone.
In the past, he was inferior because he had no right hand, and his right foot was just a prosthesis disguised as a shoe.
Now, he has finally regained his integrity. At least he can drive his right hand and right foot through his own thinking.
"Your movements are becoming more and more natural." The wife teased the child who was being held by the man with her hands, and a happy smile was written on her not-so-beautiful face.
She has no dissatisfaction. Although she moved out of Serris City, she lives in a high-end community in the wealthy district of Wallawa. Her identity is also the wife of an upright reserve lieutenant colonel.
Mrs. City Lord would call her to invite her when she held a banquet on weekends, and she never imagined that she could go out into high society, with a fine glass, and a group of major's ladies, colonel's ladies, even It was the major generals and their wives who were chatting and laughing.
"Yeah, I can feel it." Handing the child to his wife, Schumann moved his right hand. It was a prosthetic limb, and the exquisiteness of the production was astonishing.
Now, this arm and the palm on the arm are flexibly stretching and curling with his will, as if it were part of his body.
Although it is somewhat jerky due to habit, Schumann knows that one day it will be similar to, or even better than, his left hand.
After all, no matter how much you suppress it, this arm can burst out more than twice the strength of a normal arm when needed. Although it is integrated into the soul of a part of the main body, it also feels pain when injured, but its defensive ability is indeed stronger than that of flesh and blood!
If necessary, implanted with a chip, it can even release magic, so that Schumann, who is only a mortal, can have the same ability as magician.
"In a few months, I think I'll be able to fully adapt to this arm and this leg." Schumann's palms flexibly shook in front of his wife, with a A little bit of showing off.
The wife hugged the child and asked worriedly, "Did you send that letter to the Special Missions Department of the Guards?"
Schumann's face He became solemn again, nodded: "Send it, they said that I was not the only one who received such a letter, and they were also investigating this matter."
He couldn't help but think of a few days when he said this. The unexpected letter he received earlier. There is no signature on the envelope, and the paper used for the document is the most common thing.
On the fully printed content, Schumann saw words like "reformist" and "primitive". The letter reminded him to be careful of the hostility of the native faction, and hoped that Schumann could spontaneously join the so-called "reformation faction".
"We are numerous and powerful! This is the Emperor Your Majesty who is empowering mortals with greater power. It is the trend, the future, and the irreversible direction of human development!" The letter was like this everywhere Demagogic content.
After reading the letter, Schumann hesitated for a few days, and finally made a decision. Taking advantage of the rest today, he personally drove the letter as evidence and sent it to Wallawa. The Guards Special Tasks Section.
The nanny came over at this time and helped open the door, and the family walked into the villa in such a worried manner.
On the opposite side of the villa, at the door of another villa, an old man with a gloomy face turned and closed his door.
"I knew...our neighbor Schumann would definitely install that shitty prosthesis." The old man walked to the dining table and complained dissatisfiedly, "If it wasn't for the fact that he was a mortal Dissatisfied, how can you install such a magic-made thing on your body?"
"It's just a prosthesis, old fogey. Mrs. Schumann's people are very good, and you walked with Schumann before. ." The old lady sitting at the dining table handed her husband a piece of bread covered with butter, and said comfortingly.
"That's why I'm angry... After all, he used to be a very good junior, and I even wrote a report to pass several of his proposals ahead of time... Forget it, don't mention him. The old man snorted and took the bread from his wife: "There will be a meeting tomorrow. The proposal to repair the reserve barracks seems to be slowing down. I will ask the secretary to give the Secretary Eddie's railway maintenance proposal a higher priority." ."
"Isn't that necessary?" The old lady was stunned, looked at her husband with some worry, and asked, "Will this delay Your Majesty's major event?"
"Of course not." When you mention Your Majesty, the sense of sanctity on the old man's face arises spontaneously. It was like a believer who mentioned the god he believed in: "The railway maintenance proposal has been under pressure for a long time. It is the same who will be allocated first."
He paused, and then continued to say: "Also, I'm just Kakata, it doesn't affect anything."
"Then why are you making trouble for Mr. Schumann, he is still our neighbor." The old lady called the head, expressing that she did not Understand the stupid ideas of men.
"You don't understand, this is a war!" old fogey narrowed his eyes: "A war between the 'native faction' and the 'transformation faction'! Mortals, only the purest mortals , is Your Majesty's most trustworthy strength!"
The old lady smeared the bread with a butter knife, sighed looked out the window, across the road, across the neatly trimmed Lawn, the Schumann family's villa is there, but the distance seems to be further away...
(end of this chapter)