When Sandora and I rushed to Sylvia's dessert hut, the latter was busy cleaning up the counter. It seemed that a group of customers had just been sent away, and Sylvia could be seen on the console near the counter.
Wea’s homemade little tool for making snacks. She didn’t have time to clean the tool, and it was stained with brightly colored jam.
Sylvia's shop always has a quiet atmosphere, but it is definitely not completely deserted. The mass-produced bubbles in the military camp and the Misaka sisters a few blocks away, as well as the development of the macro world,
There are more and more naughty kids from all over the world in the Imperial Military Academy. These are loyal customers who often visit the store. Although the number is not large, it can still bring a little prestige and popularity to this magical "forbidden zone store".
The popularity prevents Sylvia from having to rely on subsistence allowances to have enough to eat. Usually around ten o'clock every morning is the time for the mass-produced bubbles in the military camp to change their guard. At this time, Sylvia's shop will always be there.
Welcome to several waves of Xiling hosts. Those mass-produced hosts with strange behavior patterns live a simple life. Even if they have a "sweet tooth" that is completely different from normal mass-produced machines, they just come here to choose some of the cheapest ones.
Regarding pastries or candies, I have encountered mass-producers lying in front of the counter several times, waiting for Sylvia to pack them a few pieces of the most ordinary white cream cake, but today the situation seems to be a little different - Sylvia's operation
There were homemade tools on the table that were used to process pastries on site, and she also used the best jam. It was obvious that this was a big project.
As for how I judged that it was the best jam - because if I hadn't pulled it tight, Sandora would have rushed up and chewed the counter clean.
"Hey, business looks good today?"
When I came here, I was fully prepared to call Bella Vera out to discuss things. As soon as I arrived at this small shop, my impatient mood calmed down instantly. Except for Sandora, who was like a starving ghost reincarnated.
In addition to becoming more and more restless, I calmly greeted Sylvia: This is really a magical girl. A large area around her is surrounded by an aura of tranquility that is almost law-level. I have enough
There is reason to believe that if this girl goes to the Pacific Ocean, the second monsoon around the world may stop...
"So-so, several batches of mass-produced hosts have just arrived. They asked for the best carved cake and wrote some words on it with jam. It took me a long time to get it done." The silver-haired girl quickly cleaned up the counter and then put it on
He put the pile of gadgets into the portable space and said in a loud voice like popping beans. Then he poured himself a glass of water and smiled brightly at us, "I'm Bella Vera - Sylvia, you girl.
It’s not that she didn’t know that by the time she finished making the exquisite cakes for twenty people, almost half of those mass-production machines would starve to death. As soon as the customers arrived, she asked me for help.”
Shandora, who was grinding her teeth and sucking saliva a second ago, immediately straightened her expression and looked like she was sitting upright, with a serious expression like a female diplomat who was preparing to receive ambassadors from hundreds of countries. She sat in her usual seat and faced her.
Ravila nodded slightly - I can't stand it any longer. Do you dare to look away from the counter?
"Okay, you," Bellavilla quickly took out a lot of ready-made snacks from behind the counter as she had practiced hundreds of times, and used object teleportation to stack them directly in front of Shandora, "As soon as you came in, I
You’ve all seen it, why are you pretending now, the three of us are emperors...well, even though I’m retired.”
"To be honest, you must be 100% willing that Sandora and I will give you an army and a bunch of colonies right away. The empire is short of manpower right now, and we can't wait to have a skilled worker like you come out to help share the load."
I said it very sincerely, and there was no adulteration in my words: the leadership of the empire has been in a state of overstretch, the colonies are getting bigger and bigger, and the world under the direct jurisdiction of the empire has slowly increased to nearly double digits (excluding the civilized community)
In addition to the highly developed world, there are several new universes scanned by the headquarters. Because of their rich resources and low overall civilization level, they have been classified as areas directly under the jurisdiction of the empire), and there are still overwhelming troubles to deal with when the empire recovers.
, Shandora and I can only be counted as one and a half labor force combined - Shandora's extraordinary performance can be counted as one and a half, I can round it off...
In this case, it would be a great help if a former emperor who is familiar with the affairs of the empire and has sufficient experience in governing can be found in times of need. Bella Vera seems to be quite qualified. Although she was once a fallen apostle, I
I'm not worried about this - Sandora is still half an abyss creature, and I am very confident in my aura.
"No, it's hard for me to live such a relaxed life. It's quite interesting to open a shop selling snacks and candies next to the military camp." Bella Villa quickly waved her hand as I expected, "And who can do it between you and Sandora?"
Accept an emperor who gives himself six days off every week? Don’t forget that my current protagonist is Sylvia, and she wants to take charge..."
I thought about it and couldn't help but shudder: "Maybe it has the same effect as Qian Qian's time stopping."
"Okay, okay, I don't want to continue this topic - there must be a major event for you to come to me at this time, right?" Bellavilla glanced at Sandora with burning eyes, "After all, there is still one day before lunch.
Yes."
Shandora suddenly looked at Bellavilla who was so evil that even anyone dared to complain. The latter stared back without fear. I found that as my soul gradually recovered, Bellavilla's temper and character were
She was becoming more and more vivid. She must have been such a sinister and provocative character back then, so she quickly reached out to persuade her: "You two, don't argue over this topic - Sandora, you don't have to worry about your appetite, think more about it."
You have contributed to the earth's economy and the cleanliness of our kitchen, and so have you, Bellaveira. We have specially approved this store for you. Aren't you afraid that Shandora will increase your rent and utility bills?"
As a result, Bellavela withered in an instant: "As ruthless as you are, I don't think there will be another person who can blackmail the former Queen of the Empire with rent - what on earth are you going to do?"
Seeing that the joke was almost done, Shandora and I quickly recounted our previous conjectures about the "timetable", mainly the history of the fallen apostles after the collapse of the old empire. Of course, if she knew why the fallen apostles and I had almost no relationship,
It would be better if they wake up at the same time.
"Timetable... After connecting these things together, it seems that there really is such a pattern." Bella Villa lazily sat on the small wicker chair next to the window and glanced at me with a smile, "Old
Many things after the collapse of the empire were messy, and my memory is not very clear. There is only one main line that can be determined: the Xiling apostles who were infected in the early stage were in an extremely chaotic state, and the old guys who were planning to build the archives and I were
Because of their strong individual strength, they ensured their sobriety in the first few decades. When the last surviving leader-level apostles established the temple, the emperors who were no longer controllable were attacking their own territory, and then there was the Documentary Library Project.
After the failure, a group of our leader-level apostles also gradually fell into madness. I have no clear memory for a long time after that, and when we woke up as fallen apostles, the time should have reached the time you mentioned just now.
The thousand-year pursuit has come to an end - that is to say, the reason why the exile fleet escaped the pursuit of the fallen apostles is because the fallen apostles in a frenzied state are gradually recovering their ability to think."
"From a group of crazy people who can't think to a group of calm and cruel crazy people."
Sandora said lightly.
"The summary is quite accurate," Bellavilla nodded in agreement, "That's it."
"What are you doing in the future?" Sandora looked at Bellavilla with serious eyes, "If you regained your sanity in the state of fallen apostles one thousand to two thousand years after the fall of the old empire,
It will be quite a long time after that until the new empire recovers. During this period, did you not take any action?"
Bellavilla's face slowly changed. She was trying to think about that time when she was not very sober, and then slowly said: "It was a strange state. We were conscious, but barely moved**, it was like
Something is blocking the thinking of all the fallen apostles. We are still active, but we rarely leave the huge chaotic area left after the collapse of the old empire. Occasionally we will be commanded to send out some small fleets. The mission objectives are unknown and just aimless.
The destination wanders around in the void, and then returns in a hurry... It's like..."
"It's as if the entire race is sleepwalking." Sandora accurately summarized the strange state described by Belavera in one word, and the latter immediately nodded: "Yes, it is sleepwalking! We seem to be very awake, but we just don't know where we are.
What are you doing? This state was very serious at first, as if the entire race was frozen to death, and then slowly became 'normal'. As for the current state, all the fallen apostles began to carry out various large-scale tasks in a planned manner, as well as that god.
The time when Taotao's great cause began was still one or two hundred years before the awakening of the new empire... In this way, it was almost the same time as Chen became emperor."
...I really can't accept these guys who don't take hundreds of years seriously. Don't take hundreds of years as nothing!
Although now I am not qualified to criticize others.
"I suddenly thought of a very important question," Sandora took a gentle breath, "When did the 'that adult' you mentioned before, the mastermind behind the entire fallen apostle camp, appear?"
My eyes suddenly widened - Mom, why didn't I think of this problem?
Then I felt cold, and a very bad suspicion suddenly emerged. I thought it wouldn't be so ridiculous: if that so-called adult happened to appear a hundred or two hundred years before my awakening, then this matter would have happened in an instant.
It's heart-wrenching.
Bellavilla seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, and glanced here and there with provocative eyes. I almost decided to double my rent this month, and then she slowly said: "That voice in my memory is the first."
The first appearance was after we recovered our sanity in the state of the fallen apostles, which means that it has been many, many thousands of years."
Okay, I felt relieved. It seemed that the cheating adult had nothing to do with me... Well, that's the theory, so I should be relieved. What's going on with this awkward feeling?
"Specially waiting until the fallen apostle regains his sanity to come out and take over the power of the empire, or -" Sandora and I looked at each other, "That so-called 'sir' is the reason why the fallen apostle regained his sanity from the state of madness?"
"Who knows, 'it' is stuck at that point in time if it's not going up or down. Both situations are possible," Bellavilla said, suddenly dozing off, "Hurry up, I'm in this situation
Just wait and see, Sylvia will wake up later, and she will have to worry about you both to death - three minutes at most, and I have to go after three minutes."
Sandora and I exchanged glances and felt that there was nothing more to ask, so we replied in unison: "Go to hell!"
Bellavilla burst into flames and was about to protest, but because she suddenly lost her strength, her eyes became blurry as soon as she stood up. When she leaned half of her body across the table, she closed her eyes, and then she spoke as Sylvia.
After her head was smashed, Sandora quickly took away her cake and drinks, and the unlucky silver-haired mole banged on the table with a "thud".
The magical Sylvia lay down for five or six seconds. Just when I was thinking about whether the other party had fainted and was about to pour cold water on her, I woke up leisurely. The silver-haired girl who was shrewd and shrewd a moment ago had turned into
Looking at her dull and sleepy expression, she saw a lot of plates next to Sandora, and immediately clasped her hands together and said pitifully: "You--haven't you had enough?"
Last time I brought Sandora here for a meal, Sylvia didn't open for a whole week...
In the end, Shandora and I were sent out by Sylvia in tears. Before leaving, Shandora successfully swept away the last stock of finished cakes in the store. If I hadn't dragged her, Her Majesty the Queen might not have even seen her.
She refused to let go of the raw flour and egg batter that were kept in the kitchen. When she left, Sylvia's face was obviously filled with joy for the rest of her life - because her counter was finally saved.
Just when we were about to take a walk in a small park to digest our food, we bumped into an old friend we hadn't seen for a long time on the street corner: a large, bright silver-white metal ball.
The big ball was floating in mid-air, with "front", "top", "moisture-proof", "do not press heavily" and "number of stacking layers: 5" written in red paint on the surface. I was stunned when I saw it, and then I filled it with words.
With a dark face, he said to the big iron ball: "Bibulu, who wrote this on you?"
The big iron ball floating in the air floated up and down, seeming to greet me and Sandora, and then replied angrily: "Archbishop Lilina said these things can help me live among other races, but I always feel that there is something wrong with it.
wrong."
I should have thought of that...
"Are you used to living in Shadow City?"
Biburu and I haven't seen each other for a while. Although he has been living in Shadow City recently, his daily affairs are very busy. Since Fina stepped down as queen, Biburu, the former prime minister of the kingdom, has become the ruler of the civilized community.
Officials (Seventy percent of all consuls in the Civilized Community are held by the original leaders of various races, and the remaining 30% are due to leaders of certain races being killed in the Battle of the Great Nebula or abdicating like Fina.
And being replaced by the second-in-command of various races), Fina, who had made great sacrifices for the freedom of the kingdom, lived the pastoral life in Avalon that she had dreamed of for a long time.
"It's okay," Biberu shook his body slightly, "It's just that I watched a horror movie a few days ago, and I'm still a little uneasy - maybe this is the reason for cultural differences. I really can't understand why people would
Develop an appreciation and love for the macabre.”
I was very curious: "Horror movie? What did you watch?"
As soon as the other party started talking, I was stunned: He had watched the snooker tournament all night.
Of course, according to Biberu, the essence of this game is that two people hit twenty-two balls with sticks. He expressed great horror at this - I am glad that he did not watch the World Cup, which was more cruel, twenty-two
Someone kicks a ball...
"Speaking of which, I may have a task here that is more suitable for you." Maybe it's because I have been really worrying about the country and the people recently. I didn't chat with him for a few words before suddenly switching to business, looking at Biberu's clear expression.
With a bright and discernible shell, I felt that the other party met my requirements in all aspects. "Are you interested in serving as a special foreign affairs officer for a period of time?"
"Foreign affairs officer?" Biberu shook his head and asked, "Does the empire have such a staff?"
I thought about it and nodded: "Just now - mainly about the recent exile fleet, you should have got the news."
The confidentiality level of the exile fleet's intelligence in the empire's information system is level B, which means that in addition to the Xiling Apostles, leaders of other vassal races also have permission to read it, and Biberu is a special being.
It can be connected to the imperial network at any time, so he must know about the exile fleet.
After getting Biberu's affirmative reply, I expressed my plan: "You also know that the exile fleet is a very sensitive issue in the empire now. It is difficult for Xiling Apostles to contact them directly from their position. Of course, they also
I don’t want to have in-depth interactions with the empire, and there will be no way for normal communication within at least one or two generations, so I hope to select some people from the vassal race to be responsible for this aspect, which can be equivalent to a buffering middleman."
Biberu is worthy of being a prime minister. He knows everything about this kind of thing and immediately understood what I meant.
"Your task is very simple, which is to help them build a home, familiarize themselves with the new environment, and then convey the situation of the new empire to them in a subtle way," I explained. "I hope that in the next few years, at least the exile fleet will be able to monitor the new empire.
It will have a more correct understanding and at the same time allow them to have good communication with the 'brotherly civilizations' in the macro world."
This process is very simple to say. Since the exile fleet does not want to have direct contact with the emperor, let them contact the vassal races of the new empire. Because some members of the exile fleet itself are vassal races of the old empire, so for
The latter should be easier for them to accept, and the vassal races of the new empire have had a custom of helping each other since the beginning. This custom was initiated by me accidentally, but now it has become a part of the new empire.
Scenery - I believe this kind of atmosphere can greatly calm the nerves of the exile fleet, at least make them cross out "Down with Xiling Imperialism" in their elementary school textbooks...
Biberu readily agreed to my request, and after obtaining the authorization from me and Sandora, he set about arranging the required manpower. Just as I was preparing to go back, Bingdi suddenly came through the mental connection.
Urgent communication.
"Chen! Go home quickly! The highest super invincible emergency star express in the world of gods will kill you if you wait for a second - a handwritten letter from God the Father! There is also a troublesome guy here, you hurry up and help save the situation..."
(The decoration is finally coming to an end, and I barely have some time... This is really a miracle. I haven't even stopped updating during the nearly two-month decoration cycle. Should I stop updating after two days to celebrate... Ahem, to adjust