Chapter 1328
My Empire Chapter 1328
2021-01-02
Chapter 1328 Chapter 1330 Second HandleMany people have been carrying silver spoons since birth, such as the former emperor Palak. stram.
Even when mortals were the weakest, the emperor of an empire was already a very wealthy existence.
He lived in a luxurious palace since he was a child, and was trained by court etiquette masters in noble etiquette. What kind of expression does he make when he walks to his throne every day, many people carefully analyze it.
Even if in the end, he surrendered and became a subjugated monarch, but under the patronage of Alanhill's empire, his quality of life has never been affected.
He still has a title, is still an old nobleman of a drunken stupor, and surrendered much of the property that allowed him to keep, even making him richer than ever, thanks to the expansion bonus of Alanhill's empire.
He has no idea of reviving his country. His dream is to be a rich man, obediently and honestly guarding his possessions and watching them gradually increase.
However, recently, this old nobleman has finally come out. After all, he has experience in managing an empire, and the expansion of the Alanhill empire is too fast, and there is a lack of such talents with management experience.
After being pulled out of bed, stuffed into a training class, and indoctrinated with modern management knowledge for a full year, he was placed on a colonized planet where he was in charge of the people's livelihood.
This is definitely a boring and frustrating job. Because at the very beginning, he, a poor past emperor, served as a civil administrator, almost as much as a village chief.
There is no way, the second group of immigrants who arrived with him on the planet called Mira, together with the first group, was only 130 people.
Most of the work is done by pioneer robots. Most of these 130 people are performing high-end tasks such as inspections and experiments, in addition to managing and commanding robots.
So, most of these people, Palak Stram, can't manage or command. Even, for the entire immigration program, he was just a fool who stamped the registration office...
Life became hard in an instant, and of course Palak Stram didn't adapt to it. But he didn't dare to do anything, because he always remembered that he was a monarch of a subjugated country, a "shaking M" who couldn't show any dissatisfaction.
He even looked at everyone around him like an Imperial spy, monitoring his every move, every word and deed. If he was slightly dissatisfied, he might be sent back to the Alanhill Imperial Security Bureau, and then strapped to the electric chair to enjoy the abundance of nuclear fusion power.
So, during that unforgettable period of exile, he kept his words and deeds carefully, obediently and honestly cultivated himself on wasteland, watched robots build cities, watched robots raise cattle and sheep in captivity, Watch them build this world into a new countryside.
No way, compared to the prosperous cities of the previous Alanhill Empire, even if it is developing rapidly, it is just a poor village.
Of course, this year has become lively here, and he, the civil administrator, has also started to get busy. About 100,000 people were immigrated to this planet. In addition to developing land, copper mines, tin mines, and some other messy minerals were also discovered here.
Anyway, a planet with no oil or radioactive substances found will never become a first-class resource planet, so this is just a rural area, a planetary village of 100,000 people.
Carrying a briefcase, Palak Stram yawned and walked up the steps of the city hall step by step, a meteor streaked across the sky, it was the re-entry cabin and it was heading towards the city hall. this world conveys all kinds of machinery.
Because there are no expensive minerals, no aboriginal people and signs of life, this New World, which is improved from World Tree, is not eligible to be included in the Transmission Gate network.
From this point of view, this is a small rural place with no access, which will never develop...a backward place!
The Alanhill empire that is madly developing every planet will not have any plans for poverty alleviation in a short time. In about ten years, this planet called Mira will only develop slowly. looks like.
"Good morning! Miss Angela!" As he passed the front desk of the City Hall, he lazily greeted the female receptionist standing inside.
I heard that this female receptionist is also a noble, but her ancestors have declined. By her generation, there may be only one title of Baron left.
But a noble is an aristocrat, and she has more or less studied for two days, at least in a state of literacy. So she applied for the civil service of the Alanhill Empire...
This is actually a tragedy, she was accepted, and then she was stuffed into the cosmic spaceship and airdropped here.
Who would have thought that the Alanhill Empire was so short of management talents that it was almost always open to anyone? Who would have thought that as long as the option of obeying the assignment is checked when applying for the exam, it is basically already in the state of being admitted and waiting for assignment.
Who would have thought that on such a newly developed 100,000-level transformed planet, it turned out to be such a poor appearance.
"Morning..." Miss Angela, who was unlovable, replied without raising her eyelids. She knew that Palak who walked into her office didn't like an old woman like her, so she didn't bother to hook up.
Palak Stram walked into his office as usual, closed the door, took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger next to the door.
Then, when he turned his head and tried to leave his briefcase beside his computer as he was used to, about to start a boring job, he was startled by the weapon stuck in his desk One hop.
"Damn it! What the hell is this!" He subconsciously took a step back, because he saw a strange black long sword, with slight melting marks, inserted into his desk superior.
In any case, the strange pattern on the sword body, and the sharp edge of the blade that can still be vaguely seen even though it is no longer particularly sharp, have made the front of many weapons. Palak Strum, Emperor of the Lack Empire, knew that what he saw was a long sword, not something like a cross.
"An..." He subconsciously wanted to call out to Miss Angela outside the corridor, but he swallowed the voice before it could all come out of his throat.
The doors and windows in the office are intact, and there is no sign of anyone turning over... He is just a civil official, even if there is an assassination or terrorist attack on this planet, then this The sword should also be in the Archon's office upstairs.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, walked over slowly, and stretched out his hand towards the long sword, which was slightly bubbling with white air, as if being summed up by something.
(end of this chapter)