The weather in Eilandhill has also been very cold, and there has also been a light snowfall in Seris City in the north.
For the residents of the Magic Continent, they have never experienced such a warm winter: the residents of the city did not even feel the biting cold in their memories.
The tall buildings, like thick city walls, isolate the cold from the city, and the first snow on the streets has long been crushed into black mud by countless wheels.
On the asphalt road, cars are still coming and going, and pedestrians are wearing colorful fashions, showing the world the prosperity and hustle and bustle of this city.
At both ends of the street, neon lights are flashing, squandering the surplus electricity. Energy, which is still in short supply elsewhere, seems to be too abundant in this city to count.
Three Mansgar luxury cars, which are rare even in Seris City, were speeding along the spacious main road, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.
This scene is rare to see. There must be some important person traveling in the car to create such a spectacular scene.
In the capital of the empire, there is no shortage of knowledgeable experts. When a policeman on the roadside saw the license plate hanging in front of the car passing in front of him, he quickly stood at attention and saluted.
Car license plates starting with alxr-1 represent the cars of the highest-ranking officials of the imperial government. Under normal circumstances, those who can get a car license plate starting with alxr-1 are at least ministerial-level officials.
The car brand alxr-10001 is the car used by the imperial prime minister. This license plate represents endless glory and supreme power.
The expression on Des's face, who was sitting in the car, became even more gloomy. He had just received the news that one of Mr. Gurlo's hands had already shown signs of a stroke, and he began to tremble.
This is not a good sign. It at least illustrates one problem: Mr. Gurlo's condition is getting worse.
Therefore, after hearing the news, Des put down his work and immediately rushed to Gurlo's mansion to visit the Imperial Economic Minister.
For Des, today was not a good weather. He looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window and the reveling nobles entering and exiting the splendid entertainment venues. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
He just felt that he was very irritable, and he wanted to find someone to vent his irritability on. Unfortunately, he was the prime minister of the empire, and he could no longer decide the direction of a matter based on his own happiness and anger.
Along the way, he worked conscientiously and had long forgotten the original goal of making the Longtate family the richest man in the world.
As the most powerful official of the Eilanhir Empire, what he has in mind right now is the entire universe and the inexhaustible wealth of the entire universe!
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In the smoothly flying sky battleship, Chris has not yet slept. His mental strength can ensure that he stays awake for several days, but this state of no rest will also damage his body.
Therefore, the royal family's personal medical team does not recommend that Chris stay up late or work for several consecutive days. The emperor's life must be regular, which is also for the stability of the entire empire.
The lamp beside his bed was on, and he was holding a memorial that had been delivered not long ago. This memorial was copied by Waggron, and what was handed to Chris was a deliberately printed paper.
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Chris likes paper products because he has too many "images" in his mind, and he prefers the feeling of paper in his hands.
"You can try..." He picked up the pen next to the pillow, wrote four words on the memorial, and then looked at the door of his room.
Luther knocked on Chris's door gently, and then pushed the door open after getting permission. He walked gently to Chris' bed, lowered his head and reported softly: "Your Majesty, what just came from
News, Mr. Gurlo is seriously ill..."
"What's going on?" Chris frowned, and the little sleepiness that had just come to him suddenly disappeared, and he asked with some dissatisfaction.
"I heard that it was caused by a slight intracranial hemorrhage... He was still conscious, but his hands were shaking all the time." Luther reported based on the facts.
"What do those doctors do for a living?" Chris didn't know whether he was scolding or questioning: "Didn't I tell you to find the best doctor?"
"Except for the medical team that is accompanying you on your trip, the best doctors in the Eilandhill Empire are all already with Mr. Gurlo." Luther explained a little embarrassedly.
This kind of intracranial hemorrhage is inherently difficult to treat, and Mr. Gurlo's body is not suitable for craniotomy. In this case, the effect of conservative treatment can only be described as average.
The human body is inherently complex and fragile. If something like this happens, the doctor cannot be entirely blamed.
To Chris's chagrin, some people smoke, drink, and do whatever they want, and they live a long life. However, his important minister, Mr. Gurlo, who doesn't smoke or drink, ends up inexplicably suffering from the most difficult disease to treat.
Cerebral hemorrhage...
"The old man's body is very fragile. The surge of magical energy did not strengthen his constitution, but caused problems to his already aging body..." Luther comforted: "The doctors are consulting, and they will come up with a solution.
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"Let the magic department, research institute, and medical department all think of a solution! With so many technologies and so many experts, how can there be no solution at all?" Chris ordered: "Especially the magic department, tell William that this
It’s an order!”
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly and persuaded: "The fleet can return to Seris tomorrow morning. Your Majesty should take a rest."
"I understand." Chris waved his hand, indicating that Luther could go out: "Send this memorial to the Secretariat and ask them to send it to Wagron!"
"Okay." Luther took the paper memorial and exited Chris' room. Chris, who had finished processing all the memorials, was lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling made of steel, and reached out to close the bedside.
desk lamp.
Even the decoration of the room where the emperor lived could only be described as ordinary. This was a real battleship, and everything inside was prepared for war.
Chris's room is an independent space protected by a special steel plate. Even if the sky battleship is sunk, this independent space can protect Chris from harm with a high probability.
In the dark night, only huge black shadows remained in the entire fleet in the sky. The various lights on these black shadows echoed each other, twinkling like stars.
In the distant night sky, a shining long bridge divides the sky - that is the Ailansiris Ring, the most charming scenery in the sky.