When Chris found out that his princess had gone to the Longtate family to get jewelry again, he felt more and more that he, the emperor of the Eilanhill Empire, was no different from a villain in his extravagance and extravagance.
But it is obvious that on the distant planet Hope, the locals have begun to change their views on the Ilanthil Empire.
A group of locals dressed in ragged clothes, escorted by soldiers from the Storm Empire, were walking listlessly on the widest road in the city.
They were very nervous because they didn't know why they were gathered here under the supervision of the city guards.
Recently, we can see countless epidemics falling from the sky every day, which is no longer surprising to the people living on the planet Hope, or to the common people living in the Gale Empire.
These ignorant natives have become accustomed to the sky where meteors are constantly falling, and they have also slowly begun to get used to the sight of black eagle flags flying on those steel flagpoles just erected by the empire.
For these ordinary people, there is actually no difference whether they live under the rule of the Elanthir Empire or the Galewind Empire.
As long as the taxes they should pay are not increased and as long as they are given a way to survive, they don't mind those officials changing the name of their country.
Anyway, for these people, the concept of country is still very weak. They have a feud with the Rock Empire, they are not very friendly with the Flame Empire, and their relationship with the Changhe Empire is not harmonious.
So, if the Flame Empire hadn't come over, if the Rock Empire hadn't invaded, if the Changhe Empire hadn't been pressing down on the country, they wouldn't have bothered to care whether their country would be called Gale Wind or Elanthir.
"This means that each of our families should have one person...regardless of men and women, are we going to fight?" A man walking in the crowd asked an acquaintance from the same village.
The acquaintance shook his head and replied with some disapproval, "I don't think so! If it is recruiting troops to prepare for war, it is impossible to let women come..."
"Yes! It shouldn't be a war... Otherwise, we should prepare some armor ourselves. Didn't we always prepare our own luggage in the past?" An old man with military experience also shook his head, very professionally.
Analyze.
Analyzing like this, people are still driven by soldiers to keep moving forward.
"Stand still! Stand still! Pay attention to your position!" A soldier from the Storm Empire, holding a spear, loudly reminded the civilians passing by him.
He knows these civilians too well. If he doesn't often yell at these peasants loudly, they will start to get confused and become less obedient.
"Hurry up! Follow up with the people behind! Hurry up!" Not far away, the great knight who had regained his freedom pressed the long sword on his waist and pushed an old man who was walking slowly forward two steps.
.
He doesn't have a good attitude towards these untouchables. The look in front of him is already what he looked like when he was good-tempered.
If it weren't for the fact that there were two Elanshir Empire combat puppet robots holding millimeter-caliber assault rifles standing behind him, his attitude might be ten times worse than it is now!
At the end of the crowd, the expressions on the faces of several officials were even more exciting. They had learned a lot of things before, but these things still made them confused.
"Do you think there can be so many things in a short time...?" A middle-aged man wearing the clothes of a local official asked nervously another colleague standing next to him.
His colleagues were not much better. They also looked nervous and said, "Hey...could it be those adults? They want to deal with us and use the hands of these untouchables to kill us?"
"It shouldn't be...if they want us dead, they don't have to go to so much trouble, right?" When the third official heard his colleagues talking like this, he was so frightened that he quickly spoke to comfort himself and said, "Don't talk nonsense! People are scary, but you have to be scared."
Dead man’s!”
While I was talking? On the other side of the road? On the other side of the intersection? Trucks one after another were slowly driving over.
The three vehicles at the front slowly turned around and moved their parking spaces behind the three ministers who were speaking. The canvas on the truck was opened by the people inside. The next second, the combat puppet robot escorting the truck opened the canvas curtain.
He jumped out of the truck.
Then, these combat puppet robots opened the fender latches on both sides of the truck and lowered the tailgate of the truck compartment.
Immediately afterwards, they caught the packaging box handed to them by the other two puppet robots standing on the truck.
Large artistic fonts are printed on the packaging box. The writing on it is very cartoony, and the content is also very clear "Hanhai·Little Raccoon"!
"Each person can only receive two family outfits!" A puppet command robot carrying a weapon but not working walked up to three local officials and ordered in a cheap, mechanical voice.
"Understood! Understood!" Several people nodded quickly, with expressions of relief on their faces. It seemed that they had not been abandoned, and they would not be torn to pieces by the angry crowd.
As a result, they each took two five-pack packs of raccoon noodles from the helping puppet robot, and handed them to the first man standing at the front of the crowd of civilians.
"Tear open the bag. There are five small pockets inside. After crushing the bag, tear open the package along the jagged slit on the edge, and you can eat the contents! It tastes good and is very filling." Ready.
One day, when these officials introduced how to eat crispy noodles, they were very professional.
They pointed to the schematic diagram of the eating steps printed on the big sign erected behind them, and introduced it to the civilians who received the crispy noodles.
"Is this... food?" The man didn't quite believe what he heard. He squeezed the delicate pocket in his hand and asked in disbelief.
"Yes! Follow the order and you can eat the contents! We ate it yesterday and it was very delicious." After the official finished speaking, he ignored the man who got the food and continued to put the dry noodles in.
Pass it to the next civilian who reaches out his hand.
The guard on the side pulled aside the man who was receiving the crispy noodles in a somewhat bewildered manner, and scolded him in a very unkind tone, "Get out of here as soon as you get the things! Don't get in the way here!"
The man holding the crispy noodles staggered a few steps and finally regained his balance. He looked at the things in his arms blankly, and he still feels that all this is a bit unreal.
The Ilanthil Empire? Does it really get angry at the slightest disagreement? Could it be that this emperor has a broken head? .