At the dinner table, the elderly Gurlo has always been the economic minister of the empire. He used to be Des's retainer, but after coming to Seris, he became an old man that Chris relied on.
When Siris was just rising, he managed the economy of Siris in an orderly manner. Later, he was still an important economic minister in the Eilanhir Empire.
The Minister of Economic Affairs, who handles huge amounts of gold coins every day, is eating soft steamed eggs at this moment, with a happy expression written on his wrinkled face.
For a minister, it is a favor to accompany His Majesty the Emperor to eat. It is an honor to be able to sit in this chair and lean on this table.
As for Gurlo, he may have enjoyed this kind of honor more often than Des. Chris liked Gurlo's behavior very much and often invited the old man to dine with him. He had some strange questions and also
I like to ask this experienced old man for advice.
Not to mention Des, he is a "friend" that Chris often entertains, and there are really only a handful of people in this empire who can become His Majesty's old friends.
The most uncomfortable ones are the two newly promoted generals from the Imperial General Staff. Both of them are staff officers and have never led troops to fight, so the military rank of this general is not comparable to that of the general.
Those commanders-in-chief of armies who lead troops outside.
This is a bit similar to the official titles and errands in ancient China. Doctor Guanglu is actually just a distinguished person, and the real value is actually the "Minister of Household Affairs" behind him.
Both of them are in their forties, and both are the first generation of senior chiefs of staff trained by the empire. It is also the first time for both of them to have dinner with His Majesty the Emperor, so at this moment they are so nervous that even their breathing is not even.
Chris pointed at a plate of roasted chicken with a pretty good color with the fork in his hand, and smiled at the two reserved generals: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting all morning. This chicken is very good, give it a try.
!You're welcome."
Some people say you're welcome, which makes others even more polite. Chris is one of these people. After he said you're welcome, the two generals seemed to have more sweat on their faces.
As a result, Chris no longer paid attention to these two poor imperial generals. Although these two men may have all the power in the General Staff, they were already the most noble military attachés in the empire in the eyes of outsiders.
He looked at Des and talked about something that concerned William very much about Frunzberg: "Des... regarding Prisoner No. 1 in the Abyss, I plan to grant him some amnesty."
"You mean..." Des was stunned, and then looked at William, the dean of the Magic Academy, who was sitting opposite him. As the prime minister of the empire, of course he knew about the abyss, and he also knew very well who No. 1 in the abyss was.
Who.
That is a name that many people do not want to mention anymore, and amnesty for this person is not something that just anyone can propose.
It can be said that the only person in the entire empire who is qualified to say this is the person who just said this, the emperor of this empire, Chris!
Hearing what Chris said, William also stopped chewing. He looked at Chris with wide eyes and couldn't believe his ears.
It is a tradition of the royal lunch of Eiland Hill to talk about serious business while eating. The waiter was not surprised and continued to serve all kinds of delicious food in an orderly manner.
Des put down his knife and fork, considered it for a moment, stared at William, frowned slightly and asked: "Your Majesty, can I ask the reason?"
William was made uncomfortable by Des's eyes, so he could only lower his eyes and wait for Chris's answer.
Chris did not shy away and spoke directly: "Last night, William went to the Abyss, and he brought back some things from the prisoners in Abyss 1. These things are very useful to the empire... So, I plan to do something about Abyss 1."
No. some amnesty."
"So, Your Majesty, what does the amnesty include?" Des was unwilling to pardon Frunzberg because Des was also one of the witnesses to his rebellion. That betrayal had a great impact on the empire.
So Des didn't like Frunzberg very much.
"I plan to restore his speaking system and install an arm on him." Chris replied calmly: "However, before that, I have to change his body again and let him be an ordinary puppet. The most ordinary
That kind of thing.”
"This will increase the risk of imprisoning him." Des raised his own objection: "Is it worth it?"
"Compared with his contribution, I think it's worth it." Chris still replied calmly.
Then, he looked at William and ordered: "You can give him my exact words below: This is his last chance, and I don't want my good intentions to be let down again."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" William suppressed his cheers and the expression on his face was already flying.
Des didn't know what William gave Chris, so he frowned and didn't continue to ask. He could only suppress his curiosity, shook his head and continued to eat the delicious food on the plate.
At the same time, on the heavily guarded runway at the No. 2 military airport on the outskirts of Serris, a -17 transport plane slowly stopped.
The huge hatch at the tail of the plane was slowly opened, and trucks covered with canvas drove out and parked in a neat row on the side of the plane.
A man in a magician's robe stepped off the plane. He personally handed the document he was holding to the officer waiting for him at the airport: "Everything went smoothly on the way. Four F-15 fighter jets escorted us and we encountered no problems."
."
"Thank you for your hard work." The officer stretched out his hand, shook hands with the other party, took the acceptance document, lowered his head and read the contents carefully.
"Check!" Following the order, the heavily armed soldiers who had been waiting for a long time jumped into the truck compartment, lowered the upper baffle, and lifted the canvas at the rear of the truck.
The afternoon sun shines into the backs of those trucks, and inside are stacks of packages that have been packed, sealed, and numbered.
"Package No. 1 is intact! Package No. 2 is intact!..." The soldiers who counted the packages confirmed the integrity of the transported items one by one. At the same time, they also packed all the packages in the car into the black imperial government vehicle.
That's right, these packages contain demonic books seized from the Demonic Floating City Macashilo.
If we put it in the past, then this place would have been filled with "magic **" and all the devil's words that could not be read.
However, the high-ranking magicians of Eilandhill don’t see it that way. They prefer to believe the truth that Chris told them. In the eyes of the magicians of the Eilandhill Empire, learning from the strengths of others is far more important than rejecting heretics.
Much more important.
The war has reached its current state, and Airan Hill's technology has become very powerful. Therefore, when Chris ordered to study the devil's space technology, seizing the research results of the devil's space technology became the Airan Hill military.
an important task.
In fact, if Elancier is willing to take advantage of the range of the electromagnetic gun, it will only be faster to shoot down Macashilo.
"Ship everything to the Magic Academy! Every package must be recorded in detail!" After all the seals were checked and all packages were intact, the leading officer waved his hand and loudly ordered his subordinates.
Then, he turned around and signed his name on the document: "No problem, here is your receipt!"
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The man in black magic robe stood at attention with his chin raised and saluted.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The officer waiting at the airport also stood at attention and responded solemnly.
In the restaurant, the two admirals finally got used to it, and they began to report on the situation of the second battle in Ferry City. Des and Chris listened carefully.
Only William was wandering in his thoughts, and all he could think about was the fact that his teacher Frunzberg had just been pardoned.
"According to the needs of the research department, we retained 30 demon soldiers as prisoners during this battle, and captured about 150 demon dogs at the same time." A general sat upright and reported without squinting. Now he
I have just entered the state, and my body is filled with the pleasure of enjoying the lunch given by His Majesty the Emperor.
"These demons are all used for research. The scale of this capture is unprecedented." Another general added, fearing that he would miss this opportunity for His Majesty the Emperor to remember him.
"Are there any difficulties in the arrest?" Chris asked curiously, livening up the atmosphere of the lunch.
"No, the anesthetics provided by the science department are very effective." A general quickly replied: "In addition, the elves also helped a lot."
Magic such as vine entanglement can indeed slow down the opponent's movement. With the help of the elves, the arrest work was so smooth.
Chris nodded, and then signaled to continue reporting on the follow-up work: "You continue!"
"Makasilo sank outside the ferry city, forming a new island. The 15th Army Group is building new defenses on the island. With this island, the next time the devil attacks, our early warning radius can
It can push forward more than 100 kilometers, and the defensive position can also push forward more than 60 kilometers." After hearing Chris's instructions, the general continued to introduce.
Since it did not crash, the demon's floating city Makasilo became a "captured item" captured by Elancier. It sank in the outer sea and became a large island.
With this island, Dukou City has an outpost. Likewise, deploying troops here can also significantly reduce the defensive pressure on Dukou City.
"This is really the devil bringing warmth to your door." Chris touched his nose and thought he heard something very funny.
Des thought further and said directly to Chris: "Your Majesty, you should think carefully about what name this island should be given now."
"How about calling it the Demonic City..." Chris immediately showed everyone his unparalleled difficulty in naming...
