"Strange, why did 026 appear at my friend's place in Windsor?"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Ming drove Windsor back to the Finance Minister's residence. When he returned to the palace alone, he still couldn't help but think about this problem.

A former economics professor living in low-rent housing.

This old lady was very knowledgeable, elegant in manner and extraordinary in conversation. Yang Ming asked this old lady about a question he had encountered when taking the assessment test in Omnic Twilight. Her answer inspired Yang Ming very much.

This is simply an old scholar with a second-level civilization.

When Windsor took Yang Ming there, he actually wanted to let this close 'old' friend help him check things out.

Just a little bit of girlish thinking.

Yang Ming didn't take this to heart.

On the contrary, 026 would appear next to the old professor, which made Yang Ming slightly concerned.

This little girl's identity is too sensitive - she was once a secret weapon of the military, but now she has only gained some freedom due to Yang Ming's influence.

While Windsor and the old professor were cooking, 026 secretly explained to Yang Ming:

‘Kalumi arranged a new residence for me, right next door.

'I was fired from Kalumi, I was fired from that establishment, and now I work there, so my value has become an ordinary migrant worker. There are many Kalumi's subordinates living here, like

It's a staff dormitory, so I was arranged to come here. I feel pretty good and comfortable. I'm also planning to save more money to see if I can bring my parents and younger brothers to live here. They live too close to the rebels.'

Yang Ming looked at her pretty face and saw no trace of lying.

'Are you in love with this noble lady?'

When 026 asked this question, his big eyes were full of light.

Chasing the light of gossip.

Yang Ming secretly asked 026 about his recent medication status, and 026 told him very happily that she had now extended the medication interval to fifty galaxies, and the effectiveness of the medication had also been reduced to the lowest level.

"This is the thing that tests my perseverance the most. I just want to live a few more years and try to catch up with the average human life span in the galaxy."

026 said it very seriously.

Yang Ming shook his head, swaying 026's round face in his mind.

"Lu," Yang Ming said suddenly, "research on the calories."

"What's wrong with this Mama-san, boss?"

Lu's voice sounded through the hidden earphones:

"She is a shepherd dog under Gudun Maha... But since you gave the order, boss, of course the hard-working Xiaolu will complete it efficiently! I will go and investigate all the people around Kalumi!"

Yang Ming smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's enough for the boss to consider raising wages. There is no need to say condolences every time, as this has no practical meaning," Lu reminded, "Or, install two larger processors on Feinan!"

Yang Ming smiled and said nothing, not daring to answer the question at all.

The main processor that Lu is interested in, he really can't afford at this stage.

As long as they think of the massive resources and coins needed to develop the planet, the secondary ancient god life forms will always silently shed tears of poverty.

The monster hover car slowly drove into the sentry post to inspect the pipeline.

Yang Ming lowered the window and blinked at the female soldier guarding several scanners. The latter smiled warmly, looked at Yang Ming's ID carefully, and punched in to let him go.

The dark oval cave in front is the entrance to Base No. 4.

Yang Ming turned on his headlights, followed several hover cars, and slowly entered the mountain.

His expression gradually returned to seriousness.

Project Moth has entered the countdown.

…

The emperor's life was really luxurious.

It's near dusk on the planet Elandu, near the gate of Palace No. 15.

Yang Ming stood quietly in the aisle next to the palace gate, looking at the murals on the walls and ceiling, and assessing the asking price per square meter of the natural stone under his feet.

Project Moth counts down to twenty minutes.

The old emperor is resting in his palace.

This is the perfect opportunity to take action.

At this moment, Yang Ming led fifty well-appeared soldiers of the Guard Regiment, guarding inside and outside the gate of Palace No. 15. This was also the normal duty time of the Guard Regiment.

The only flaw in Project Moth is this.

Yang Ming's duty hours were adjusted by Lu's intrusion system. No matter how careful Lu was, flaws could easily be revealed in this matter.

'What should I do if I see the emperor?'

Yang Ming kept thinking.

His purpose was to leave a deep impression in front of the emperor and pave the way for his later promotion.

In this feudal imperial system of government, as long as the emperor is willing, Yang Ming can become an administrative star tomorrow.

'Relax, this is just a puppet emperor of a puppet country.'

Yang Ming muttered secretly.

Several female officers appeared in front of him, chatting and laughing as they passed by in the corridor. Two of them even looked at Yang Ming twice.

Yang Ming nodded with a smile and continued to stand guard meticulously.

Captain?

Just a little guard of the royal family.

Yang Ming tried to act as natural as possible.

He thought of his first impression of Elendor.

That was in the promotional video for Starship Cabin.

On the light blue planet, huge cities are filled with alluvial plains. Thousand-meter-high tall buildings are protruding into the sky. The tops of the tall buildings are like golden square palaces, which complement the royal palaces on the cliffs.

, there are small spaceships and hover vehicles floating everywhere in the atmosphere.

He thought of the third happiness again, the crowded urban area underground.

Teenagers having fun on the way to school, children squatting on the street playing with toys, adult men in a hurry, street dancers raising their hands to look for sunshine...

Yang Ming suddenly understood Edwang's suffering.

'But this has nothing to do with me.'

Yang Ming reminded himself secretly.

Countdown to three minutes.

Yang Ming roughly estimated the time, resisted the urge to look at his watch, and meticulously performed the task of guarding the palace gate, thinking about the lines he would use next.

'Your Majesty, are you injured? I am Yang Ming from the Fourth Regiment and the Fourth Team!'

Uh, isn't that too superficial?

It's not necessary, just the first half of the sentence, a little more concern and a little more greeting in your tone is enough.

Even if the emperor of a country was a loser a few decades ago, he has become an old fox now and must be able to discern people's hearts.

Yes, I can't overdo it. It's enough to leave a good first impression on the emperor. The rest must be achieved through the second prince.

Rising in rank in the royal guard, then joining the military, becoming the emperor's tool to regain control of the military. This is Yang Ming's current most ideal development path.

Although it is quite difficult to implement.

Countdown...

Didi didi!

The hidden earphones in Yang Ming's ears buzzed.

Woo——

A red light lit up in the upper left corner of the palace gate, and sirens sounded throughout the palace and more than thirty halls!

Planning begins!

Yang Ming did not run directly, but took out a ring-shaped walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket, put it on his little finger, and heard the confusing message from inside:

"Assassination! There's an assassination!"

"Our network is down! Protect Your Majesty!"

"The network firewall in the direction of the palace has been breached! All the instruments are malfunctioning! Damn it, the palace door is open!"

"Let your Majesty leave the palace quickly!"

"No! The palace has the highest defenses, and the palace doors in all directions are opened! You don't even know which direction the enemy is!"
To be continued...