Drop, drop...

The slight beep of the instrument gradually awakened Yang Ming's sleeping consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a starry sky simulated by projection, with a somewhat unfamiliar environment at the edge of his vision.

Yang Ming woke up quickly and sat up immediately.

The maid behind the screen quickly turned on the floor lamp.

"Are you awake?"

The maid gently reported from behind the screen:

"Your Highness has gone to attend a business meeting. It's almost noon now. Do you need some water and nutrition?"

"Just give me a glass of warm water," Yang Ming leaned back on the sofa, and the maid behind the screen immediately began to move around.

Yang Ming looked around, placed the watch in front of his eyes, tapped it a few times, and messages popped up on it.

Miss Windsor's greetings.

The Third Prince's reaction to the gang purge incident last night.

There is one more important thing...

'Boss, the starship that Uncle Hatton is traveling on has jumped.'

Yang Ming showed a calm smile and continued to browse the information briefing.

"Xiaolu Daily".

After reading the response made by the Third Prince - in fact, the other party could only use the enemy's tactics. Apart from looking for similar opportunities to show their faces, there was no useful strategy.

Instead, the third prince seemed to have decided to have direct contact with the agents of the New Federation today, which made Yang Ming slightly concerned.

Ritsu's avatar popped up in the information box.

Lu: 'The third prince has already begun to panic. But the eldest prince has always been calm and has not shown any hostility towards the second prince.'

Yang Ming thought for a while and murmured: "Poisonous snakes usually move silently."

Law: 'Boss, I noticed something strange this morning. I suspect that the new federal agent team has been targeting us. If the other party is outside the network covering this planet, I will not be able to capture the signal of the other party's communication. I need to

Allocate computing power resources to search for their traces?'

Yang Ming tapped the projection screen quickly with his fingers: 'Allocation of computing power is allowed. As long as they are active, they will definitely leave clues.'

Law: 'Okay boss.'

The maid behind the screen brought warm water. Yang Ming put away the projection screen, stood up and stretched.

It’s another day to check in at the palace.

A maid hurriedly ran up ahead.

"Mr. Yang Ming!"

"Huh?" Yang Ming held the water glass and cast a questioning look.

The maid's plump chest rose and fell gently, and the pendant on the hem of her long skirt was shaking back and forth, and she said hurriedly:

"His Majesty has summoned you! Because you did not go on duty in the palace today, the Minister of the Interior called His Highness. The Second Highness said that you were on a mission and asked you to rush back immediately."

Yang Ming poured warm water into his mouth and immediately ran to the elevator.

"Mr. Yang Ming! Your coat!"

"Throw it to me, forget it, I'll come and get it."

Yang Ming deliberately looked like he was in a hurry and rushed into the elevator disheveled. Under the escort of several strong bodyguards, he arrived at the parking lot below and got into the floating car 'Monster' that Lu monitored around the clock.

When Yang Ming pressed the switch and rushed out, he was smiling all over the driver's seat, showing no signs of urgency.

The summons from the old omnic emperor finally came.

"Lü, help me make an appointment with Miss Windsor to meet at night, and book a restaurant with a better environment based on her preferences."

"Okay boss."

"What are we talking about with this old emperor?"

There was a slight glimmer in Yang Ming's eyes: "Last time we talked about freedom, how about we talk about puppets this time?"

"Wow, boss, you seem to have bad intentions," Lu chuckled, "I like this topic."

…

When Yang Ming arrived at the emperor's palace, it was already an hour after the emperor issued the order.

The maids present could not help but sweat for this handsome officer.

The emperor was lying on the throne, his eyes seemed a little cloudy, and his expression was slightly dissatisfied. The first thing he said was:

"You are a very busy man, Captain."

Two rows of maids stood aside with their heads bowed, their expressions very solemn.

They thought that if Yang Ming knelt down and apologized immediately, they might be able to avoid some of the guilt.

Unexpectedly...

"I can't help it. There are too many places in your empire that need my work."

"Are you saying that my ministers and generals are just losers?"

"More or less," Yang Ming said calmly, "There are still many talents here, although most of the positions are occupied by those sycophantic nobles."

"Oh, hahahaha."

The old emperor couldn't help laughing and slowly sat up straight.

Hearing His Majesty the Emperor's laughter, the surrounding maids finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Ming was also sweating secretly.

These words came from the earphone hidden in his left ear hole, and were lines prepared for him by Ritsu.

When Yang Ming said it, he was really afraid that the old emperor would kill him with an order.

Now let’s see…

Lu has almost analyzed the thinking and logic system of the old emperor's omnic.

The old emperor stood up, revealing a pair of big wrinkled feet under his floor-length robes, and strolled down from the throne.

"You are so interesting. No wonder Edwan was able to be persuaded by you and come back from his decadent state."

Yang Ming nodded with a smile and said softly: "Your Majesty, you called me here today. Did you issue an order?"

"Just chatting," the old emperor put his hands behind his hands and stepped on the cool floor that looked like it was covered with stars, staring at Yang Ming's military boots. "You know, I rarely go out, and I always get a little bored."

Yang Ming smiled and said: "Then I will relax a little and treat you as Edwang's father."

"That's good," the old emperor said.

He stared at Yang Ming, always feeling that every word of this young man seemed to hit his heart.

'This should be a personality fit,' the omnic analyzed.

"Come here," the emperor greeted, "you'd better take off your shoes. They are contaminated with dust and bacteria. Microorganisms in the atmosphere are always more tenacious than multi-celled life forms like us."

This tone...

A maid on the side stepped forward to take off Yang Ming's shoes, but was refused by Yang Ming's gesture.

Yang Ming squatted down with a smile, took off his shoes and socks, and said slowly: "It is simple because it is simple. The more complex the living body is, the more fragile it is."

"You know biology?"

"A little bit," Yang Ming took the initiative to grasp the topic, "In my previous job, I need to involve a little bit of knowledge in various disciplines."

"Oh, come here," the old emperor greeted Yang Ming and led him towards the side hall where various heavy metal collections were displayed. "You have enough time today to tell me about your adventures." Story, that sounds interesting."

Yang Ming smiled and said: "There will be a reward, right?"

"Haha, of course," the old emperor said enthusiastically, "even if you are an emperor, you can't let people work in vain."

Yang Ming responded with a smile, followed Lu's prompts, took out the story blueprint that he had prepared for a long time, and began to describe the magnificence of space navigation and the insignificance of human beings.

The old emperor listened with great interest, and his eyes showed some thoughts from time to time.

He is studying.

Obviously, in order to satisfy the need to disguise itself as an old emperor, the omnimachine created by the Sherman Empire was allowed to have the ability to think independently and the ability to learn on its own, so that its thinking complexity is comparable to that of a complete human being.

And now...

This old omnic emperor has been perfectly controlled by the real mechanical thinking body [Law].

Xiaolu is indeed more complex and advanced.

The topic continued to expand, and the chat length between the old emperor and Yang Ming steadily increased.

They walked from the exhibition hall to the dining table where the emperor was dining. They held on to the gorgeous and exquisite chair backs and did not sit down. Instead, they discussed the possible ideologies of high-dimensional human civilization.
To be continued...