Chapter 888
My Empire Chapter 888
2020-11-03
Chapter 888 Chapter 890 SevereThe weather in Alanhill is already very cold, and Serris City, which is farther north, has also had a game light snow.
For the inhabitants of the magical continent, they have never experienced such a warm winter: the inhabitants of the city did not even feel the biting cold in memory.
The towering building, like a thick city wall, isolates the cold from the city, and the first snow on the street has long been rolled into black mud by countless wheels. .
On the asphalt road, there are still cars coming and going. Pedestrians wear multi-colored fashions, showing the world the bustling and bustling city.
On both ends of the street, neon lights are flashing, and the surplus electricity is squandered. Energy, which is still in short supply elsewhere, seems to be innumerable in this city.
Even in Serris City, the rare Mansgel cars galloped along the spacious main road, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.
This scene is rarely seen. There must be some great character traveling by car to have such a spectacular pomp.
In the capital of the empire, there is no shortage of knowledgeable experts. A roadside policeman saw the license plate hanging in front of the car passing by and quickly stood at attention and saluted.
The license plate starting with ALXR-1 represents the car of the highest level officials of the imperial government. Under normal circumstances, people who can get the license plate starting with ALXR-1 are at least senior officials of Section Head Grade .
And the license plate ALXR-10001 is the car used by the Prime Minister of the Empire. This license plate represents endless glory and the power of Supreme.
The expression on Dez's face darkened as he sat in the car. He just got the news that Gurlo's Old Master's hand had a sign of a stroke and began to tremble.
This is not a good phenomenon, at least it shows a problem, the condition of Old Master Gurlo is developing in the direction of aggravation.
So, after hearing the news, Dez put down his work and rushed to Gurlo's mansion to visit the Minister of Economy of the Empire.
Today is not a good day for Dez. He looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window, watching the intoxicated nobles entering and leaving the entertainment venues of gold and jade in glorious splendor, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He just felt that he was very irritable and wanted to find some unlucky ghost 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 matter by his own joy and anger.
Along the way, he has been conscientious and diligent, and has long forgotten the original goal of making the Lontate family the richest man in the world.
As the first powerful minister of the Alanhill Empire, what he has in mind now is the entire universe, the inexhaustible wealth of the entire universe!
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In the battleship, which was flying smoothly in the sky, Chris had not slept. His spirit strength will keep him awake for days on end, but this lack of rest will also hurt his body.
Therefore, the Imperial Family's personal physician team is not advising Chris to stay up late or work 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 at the head of his bed was on, and he was holding a memorial that had just been delivered not long ago. This memorial was copied by Vagron and handed over to Chris as a deliberately printed paper.
Chris loves paper products because he has so many "images" in his mind, and he prefers the feeling of paper in his hands.
"You can try..." He picked up the pen beside the pillow, wrote four words on the memorial, and then looked towards his door.
Luther knocked gently on Chris's door, then pushed in with permission. He walked gently to Chris's bed, lowered his head and reported softly: "Your Majesty, the news just came that Old Master Gurlo is seriously ill..."
"What's going on?" Chris wrinkled He frowned, and the little sleepiness that had just surged up suddenly disappeared, and he asked with some dissatisfaction.
"I heard that it was caused by a slight intracranial hemorrhage... His consciousness is still very clear, but his hands are shaking all the time." Luther reported according to the facts.
"What do those doctors do?" Chris didn't know whether to scold or ask: "Didn't you find the best doctor?"
"Alanhill Empire The best doctor, except for the medical team that followed you on your visit, the rest are already at Old Master Gurlo's side." Luther explained a little sorry.
This intracranial hemorrhage is inherently difficult to treat, and Old Master Gurlo's body is not suitable for craniotomy. In this case, conservative treatment can only be described as general.
The human body is inherently complex and fragile. Naturally, doctors cannot be blamed for this kind of thing.
To Chris's chagrin, some people smoke, drink, do whatever, and end up living a hundred years, while his old master, Gurlo, doesn't smoke or drink, resulting in such an unfathomable mystery He suffered from the most difficult-to-treat cerebral hemorrhage...
"Old Master's body is very fragile, the tide of magical energy did not strengthen his physique, but caused problems with his already aging body. ..." Luther said comforted: "The doctors are consulting, and they will come up with a solution."
"Let the magic department, the research institute, and the medical department all think of a way! With so many technologies, With so many experts, how can there be nothing at all?" Chris ordered: "Especially the magic department, tell William, this is an order!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly, Persuaded: "The fleet can return to Serris tomorrow morning, Your Majesty should take a rest."
"I see." Chris waved his hand, indicating that Luther can go out: "Send this memorial to Go to the secretariat and let them send it to Vagron!"
"Okay." Luther took the paper memorial and exited Chris's room. Chris, who had finished all the memorials, was lying on his bed, looking at the steel spliced ceiling, reaching out and turning off the lamp at the head of the bed.
Even if it is the room where the emperor lives, the decoration can only be described as ordinary. This is a real battleship, and everything in it is prepared for war.
Chris's 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 damage with a high probability.
In the dark night, only huge black shadows remained in the entire sky fleet, and the various lights above these shadows echoed each other and flickered like stars.
In the night sky in the distance, a long shining bridge divides the sky-that is the ring of Ellen Cyrus, the most charming scenery in the sky.
(end of this chapter)