There are many people who have had silver spoons in their mouths since birth, such as the former emperor Palak Strahm.
Even in the age when mortals were the weakest, the emperor of an empire was already a very wealthy being.
He has lived in a luxurious palace since he was a child, and was trained in aristocratic etiquette by the palace etiquette master. What expression he makes when he walks to his throne every day has been carefully analyzed by many people.
Even if he surrendered in the end and became a subjugated king, under the protection of the Elanthir Empire, his quality of life was never affected.
He still has a title and is still a drunken old nobleman. The surrender allowed him to retain a lot of property. With the blessing of the expansion dividends of the Elanthir Empire, it even made him richer than before.
He no longer had any thoughts of rejuvenating the country. His ideal had always been to be a rich man, to guard his property honestly and watch it slowly increase.
However, recently he, an old nobleman, finally came out. After all, he has experience in managing an empire. However, the Elanshir Empire is expanding too fast and is lacking such talents with management experience.
After being pulled out of bed, thrust into a training class, and instilled with modern management knowledge for a whole year, he was assigned to a colonial planet to be responsible for managing the people's livelihood affairs there.
This is definitely a boring and frustrating job. Because in the beginning, he, the poor past emperor, served as a civil affairs official and no more than a village chief.
There was no other way. The second group of immigrants who arrived with him on the planet called Mira, together with the first group, were only 130 people.
Most of the work is done by pioneer robots. In addition to managing and commanding robots, most of these 130 people are performing high-end tasks such as inspections and experiments.
Therefore, Palak Stram cannot manage or direct most of these people. In fact, for the entire immigration plan, he is just a fool with a stamp from the registration office...
Life became poor in an instant, and Palak Stram certainly didn't adapt to it. But he didn't dare to do anything, because he always remembered that he was a subjugated king and a person who could not show any dissatisfaction.
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He even looked at everyone around him as if they were imperial spies who were monitoring his every move, word and deed. If he was even slightly dissatisfied, he might be sent back to the Imperial Security Bureau of Eilanhill and then tied to the electric chair.
Go on and enjoy how abundant nuclear fusion power generation is.
Therefore, during that unforgettable period of exile, he was cautious in his words and deeds, and cultivated his moral character in the wilderness honestly, watching robots build cities, watching robots raising cattle and sheep, and watching them build the world.
It became a new rural area.
There is no way, compared with the bustling cities in the previous Airan Hill Empire, even though it is developing rapidly, it is nothing more than a poor rural area.
Of course, this place has become lively this year, and he, the civil affairs officer, has also become busy. About 100,000 people have been immigrated to this planet. In addition to developing land, copper mines, tin mines, and some other minerals have also been discovered here.
Other messy minerals.
Anyway, a planet that has not discovered oil or radioactive materials will never become a first-class resource planet, so this is just a rural area after all, a planetary village of 100,000 people.
Holding a briefcase, Palak Strahm yawned and walked up the steps of the city hall step by step. There were meteors streaking across the sky. It was the re-entry module that was delivering various machines to the world.
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Because there are no expensive minerals, no indigenous people, and no signs of life, this new world improved from the World Tree is not eligible to be included in the portal network.
From this point of view, this is a small rural place with no access roads, which will never develop...a backward place!
The Ailanshir Empire, which is frantically developing every planet, will not have any plans to alleviate poverty in the short term. In about ten years, the planet called Mira will only see slow development.
"Good morning! Miss Angela!" When passing by the front desk of the city hall, he lazily greeted the female receptionist standing inside.
I heard that this female receptionist is also a noble, but her ancestors have declined. By her generation, she may only have the title of baron.
But aristocrats are aristocrats, and she had attended school for at least two days, at least in a literate state. So she applied for the civil service examination of the Airanhill Empire...
This is actually a tragedy. She was admitted, then stuffed into a spaceship and airdropped here.
Who would have thought that the Airanhill Empire is so short of management talents that almost all comers are rejected? Who would have thought that as long as you check the option of obeying the assignment when applying, you will basically be admitted to be assigned.
status.
Who would have thought that on such a newly developed transformed planet with a level of 100,000 people, such a poor person would look like.
"Morning..." Miss Angela, who was hopeless, replied without even raising her eyelids. She knew that Palak who walked into her office would not look down on an old woman like her, so she didn't bother to hook up with her.
one time.
Palak Stram walked into his office as usual, closed the door, took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger next to the door.
Then, when he turned his head and wanted to follow his own habit of leaving the briefcase beside the computer and start boring work, he was startled by the weapon inserted on his desk.
"Damn it! What the hell is this!" He subconsciously took a step back because he saw a strange black long sword with slight traces of melting inserted into his desk.
In any case, the strange patterns on the sword, and the blade that although it is no longer particularly sharp, can still vaguely see its previous sharpness, all made the former Emperor of the Palak Empire Palak Si
Tram knew that what he saw in front of him was a long sword, not something like a cross.
"An..." He subconsciously wanted to call Miss Angela outside the corridor, but he swallowed the sound before it all came out of his throat.
The doors and windows in the office are intact, and there is no sign of anyone rummaging around... He is just a civil affairs official. Even if there is an assassination or terrorist attack on this planet, this sword should appear upstairs.
Only in the consul's office.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, walked over slowly, and by some strange coincidence, as if summoned by something, stretched out his hand towards the long sword that was slightly steaming.
