The entire officialdom of the imperial capital seemed to have become a pool of stagnant water.
Everyone's only thoughts now are how to make more money and how to live longer.
Are they afraid of Heaton, the little emperor who killed his ministers?
Of course they were afraid, even to the point of death, but it did not affect their consistent style at all.
Heaton's decrees were never implemented properly. No matter how many people were killed, how many people could be killed by Heaton?
It seems that personal power cannot change this terrible drama.
The only thought in Heaton's mind now is to level the world.
It’s okay if the emperor doesn’t do it.
He wanted to find a mountain forest and live out the rest of his life like this, but it seemed that he could only think about it. He couldn't escape, and he could only live or die with this empire.
grass!
What a bullshit world, why did you find your father?
Heaton admitted that he was a little bit off guard.
The common people are not like ordinary people, and the officials are not like officials. They are all demons crawling out of hell.
Heaton didn't know how he fell asleep with such anger, but he still had to go back to business as usual the next day.
Esdeath is leaving for the western border today.
The threat of alien nations must be eliminated.
Whether it's for Heaton himself, the empire, or ordinary people.
Foreign nationalities are not minorities. Apart from being less united, their numbers are not large and can be said to be considerable.
The same process as usual, get up, eat, and go to the audience hall.
On the way to the audience hall, without taking two steps, Heaton saw the figure of Gozzi.
Very far away, passing by in a flash.
Heaton knew that this was what Gorzizi was telling him.
Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'm already at work, you can rest assured.
In fact, Heaton declined to comment on Goszczy's insistence on hiding his thoughts.
In fact, none of the officials in the capital know that His Majesty the Emperor has an organization that monitors everyone at all times.
Maybe this is the professional ethics of an assassin.
Heaton, who had almost recovered, walked quickly, as if he wasn't the one who was beaten in the medicinal bath yesterday.
As soon as I entered the splendid audience hall, I saw that it was full of people.
Because Lan went to Qiyao's Forest, he had to start with the elderly minister Youli.
Routine reporting, briefly mentioning where rebellions occurred in some empires, where villagers were starving, and which officials were assassinated.
One by one, in an orderly manner, but in fact no one can solve it.
"General Esdeath is going to the western border in the afternoon to suppress the rebellion. You might as well stay and have lunch with him at noon."
It was an old rule that the emperor favored whomever he favored and asked him to stay for dinner.
Just like that, the meaningless morning meeting came to an end.
Esdeath stayed behind and walked to the palace with Heaton.
A familiar road.
Esdeath also knew quite a bit about the palace. After all, people coming back from the north would come here to have a meal every three days.
"I heard that the foreign nations in the west are very different from those in the north. I'm going to trouble General Esdeath this time."
Heaton, who was walking in the front, opened the topic, and Esdeath, who was on the left, was almost even with Heaton.
"Your Majesty is serious. No matter where he is, whether he is a foreign nation or a rebel, it is the same to me."
The proud Esdeath seemed to be going on an outing to the western border.
"There is one thing. Regarding the treasure of Putola, there has been no news from the hunting troops for many days. When General Esdeath arrives at the border, I think you can take the time to take a look."
Putola is not far from the empire's western garrison, but there has been no news from Nahasiu and others for a week since their departure.
"I will go."
This doesn't matter. Esdeath likes her as a partner of the emperor very much. The emperor can satisfy her needs for war, and she is also happy to do things for Heaton.
War as you wish, endless war, after all the foreign races are wiped out, there will still be rebels against the empire waiting to be wiped out.
This feeling of being too busy for your own hobbies is simply wonderful.
"General Esdeath, do you still remember my former bodyguard, Lubbock?"
Heaton seemed to suddenly remember what Lubbock had asked him to do.
"Lubbock? The boy whose Teigu is silk thread."
"That's right." Heaton didn't expect that Esdeath would still remember Lubbock, who had never spoken to him. However, if Lubbock heard Esdeath address him here, he might not be angry.
Boy? He's obviously a loud man, okay?
Unfortunately, not only Esdeath thought he was a boy, Nadjeta also thought so.
"He joined the army and wanted to follow the general to the western border for some training. I thought a Teigu user would be helpful to the general, so I agreed to him."
Heaton did not elaborate, but the actual situation is not that simple.
For Nadjeta, he, this infatuated man, resolutely "resigned" from the position of Heaton's guard. Of course, he did not admit that it was because Gozhi dismissed him, and then went to join the Imperial Guard trained by Nadjeta.
military.
Nadjeta was not disgusted with Lubbock's pursuit, but it was really difficult for her to feel the emotion called "love" for such a childish person.
Coming from a wealthy family, he has never experienced the so-called hardships of life, nor has he experienced the battlefield that Nadjeta faced for nearly ten years.
After living so long, the biggest setback he encountered was the "school bullying" when he first entered the palace.
Therefore, he really wanted to gain experience, make achievements, and impress Nadjeta.
"Okay." Esdeath doesn't care about this. It's okay to bring a pig. It doesn't matter to him anyway.
"But your Majesty's increase in strength makes me a little surprised."
Heaton's eyes lit up, Esdeath's compliment was very rare.
"Really? Yesterday, I just learned the secret method of the Imperial Fist Temple from Goziqi."
"You can freely control your body..." Esdeath knew the characteristics of the secret method of the Imperial Fist Temple. She had fought against Jing Ji, the strongest of the four Rakshasa ghosts, and was surprised for a second by such an ability.
"However, Your Majesty, in fact, regardless of whether you control the body or not, your own strength is the foundation, and everything else is just skills."
Esdeath, who grew up catching dangerous species, firmly believes in his powerful strength and reflexes, and how he can control his body with all the bells and whistles.
"General Esdeath said, I will pay attention to this."
Although Heaton really wanted to say that not everyone is as perverted as you, he agreed very readily. Putting aside his talent, it makes sense, doesn't it?
This is the helplessness of ordinary people!
"General, do you want some wine? From the palace wine cellar."
In the restaurant, Heaton asked in a very gentlemanly manner that it was lunch time.
"You can have some, thank you Your Majesty."
Esdeath elegantly picked up the red wine glass on the table and took a sip.
Normal Esdeath is really an elegant, aloof beauty.