Chapter 625 Locks' Female Tyrant
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"Old guy! Don't pretend that you can only be gurgling all day long! If you really don't understand at all, how can I see the sounds and images of Ramizane's place?! Damn! He will see... he will see her soon! She will recognize that it is not mine! She will recognize it! And! Since the star torch is still burning, which fragment of lies are you?! Damn, since you can connect there, bring him back to me! My account book data is almost out of control! This variable is too early, too big, and too obvious! The universe we are in now will be completely destroyed together! Have you heard that old guy! Don't look dead every day and just knock on your melon seeds and corn kernels!!"
——A strange roaring broadcast of the entire ship on the Iron Destiny was resounding due to a mistake in the rage. No one could understand what it was saying, but even the Space Marine was shocked by its heart
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When these quarrels and executions were once again clamoring in front of her.
Kelly Fanny, who grew up watching these shows countless times in the past two hundred years, felt really tired and tired.
First of all, it's physiological.
Her father, Damecos, was a tyrant and planetary governor who seemed to the Olympians to be quite perfect.
For a human who only received medication from the Emperor in middle age and then managed the planet with full energy throughout his life, but did not perform any rejuvenation surgery, physical modification and mechanical enhancement on himself, Demecos died peacefully in his sleep because his body was too old, which was astonishingly 215 years old.
When he died, he even became older, shorter and thinner, and there was no big change, and he even had hair.
As the last child he left with Locks' current actual tyrant, Kelly Fanny had to admit that she still envied him - at least for his energy and health.
Because although she did not do mechanical modifications for herself, she had only received the emperor's medicine, and she was twenty years younger than her biological father, it was obvious that her current state was much worse than Demecos, who had just passed away three months ago.
Demecos could still firmly grasp at least the surface control until the last moment before his death, and the war immediately burned around Olympia as soon as the Locks tyrant and the planetary governor died.
No one was willing to admit her inheritance of her father's position as governor, and part of her heart knew why, but she was too old to blame her father or her brother for it. Her remaining energy was only enough for her to control the Locks area, and she could not say that she could be powerless in the situation elsewhere, at least she knew in her heart what the situation had been destroyed over the past hundred and fifty years - they had been secretly destroyed since they were established, like an ant nest on a dam.
In addition, her lungs and trachea were as unhappy as every old person, and her bones lost especially due to their age, which made her waist bent and her lower limb joints uncontrollably. Even taking the compound supplements they could get every day could only barely let her walk with the exoskeleton installed under her skirt.
——Olympia has not developed much in one hundred and fifty years. If Delmecos had no responsibility or intention at all, Kelly Fanny would say this was a lie.
But she was the daughter, and Demecos was repeating a sentence to everyone until his death.
"Maybe there will be female tyrants elsewhere, but Locks will never have one."
Even when Damekos said this to others, he knew very well that Kelly Fanny was the most politically talented among his three children, but he would still say that, so no one cared about Kelly Fanny's inheritance rights, so what's so strange about it?
So this is mental fatigue.
When she was invited, she knew that this would be an invitation that she could not refuse, and she could have predicted what would happen here.
All of this made her soul feel tired, and what made her feel even more tired was another existence in this magnificent tent.
Peturabo, her brother-in-law, was the closest child she loved in her relationship.
After climbing the highest mountain on the planet a hundred and fifty years ago and finally being brought into the expedition of the sea of stars by the Emperor, her younger brother, or the cold Lord of Steel of the Empire, finally returned to the ground of Olympia in person.
As she has realized more and more horrifiedly in her dynamics over the past one hundred and fifty years.
For a long time, Kelly Fanny believed at least deeply that the Emperor was not worthy of her brother's swearing to death.
Because when she took the medicine from his only time from his arrogant messengers and the golden armored man who was decorated with totems filled with oppression, slavery and threats from ancient culture, the smartest woman of Locks realized one thing.
The emperor was also a tyrant to some extent.
It's just that his territory is larger, his army is more, and his technology or magic is more developed.
But when later, she began to assist Delmecos, who had to give her more authority, to handle more affairs and gain more rights to watch news, she began to realize with horror that her genius precocious brother, who had been shown countless times, assassinated, conspired and other things, had never really ended in the children and teenagers who were countless displays, assassinations, plots and other things in the Olympian court.
As early as when he was the most talented mind in Olympia, Peturabo was like this. The more he wanted, the more he never said it, but he expected people and his emperor to take the initiative to see his efforts when he didn't say it, and run to others for his sacrifice, his forbearance, his pressure and his suffering.
But at least then, Kelly Fanny and him would have had a moment of alone, relatively casual chat. Although she also needed to observe his mood carefully and flatter him properly at that time, he still had a moment of sincere smile and a few sincere conversations, and they could drink together.
However, when her younger brother left with his Emperor's father, the immature rebellion and awkward situation in him did not improve, or at least not change, as Kelly Fanny hoped.
On the contrary, this situation obviously began to worsen rapidly, and Pertulabo turned completely into a person with a strong, but incorrectly-oriented "Messianic complex".
The more he subconsciously realized that he could not realize his ideal ambition to hope that everyone would be placed in a perfect world of order and progress, the more he deliberately put himself and his legion in a situation or battle full of destruction and tragic pain.
His talent and acquired precious knowledge and wealth became his greatest burden. The more he knew, the more arrogant he became. The more arrogant he was, the less he could not ask others for his mistakes and failures.
Kelly Fanny, who has read several records of his battles, realizes sadly that her younger brother is in this silent bloodshed and hurting himself and his own legion, hoping to obtain the glory of someone’s sudden discovery, shout out his sacrifice, or, at least, to achieve a certain twisted balance of pleasure within through this always-on-stop pain.
And now is the time for Olympia to accept the greatest, smartest and most saddest and most powerful children they have adopted to bring back pain, sorrow, violence, slavery and destruction as gifts.
When the giant god on the throne wearing silver armor shining brightly by the lights coughed, stood up and prepared to give his latest order, she opened her old eyes and gave him a last look:
His younger brother was different from her. He was still young and strong, almost not much different from her memory. However, the wind and frost of war still left him with a few vicissitudes. One hundred and fifty years seemed to have only been fifteen years for him. His ice-blue eyes were still as clear and bright as when she first saw the little boy.
well. Which group of people will be beheaded next?
She closed her eyes again and thought slowly, maybe he would leave her a whole body for the sake of the friendship a century and a half ago?
"Tyrants and princes of the city-states. Your requests and petitions."
She heard him say slowly and softly, with elegant pronunciation and mellow voice, with a precipitated foundation that she had never heard in anyone's voice before, "I refuse all."
Sure enough.
Oh.
She shouldn't have any fantasies.
"And you will no longer hold your current position. Your job responsibilities will be temporarily taken over by my Legion soldiers. All your land and property will be compiled into a book and taken over to the Legion."
Such unreasonable declarations undoubtedly angered some people. They were about to begin to express their opinions angrily, and the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated in the air and the neatly placed heads on the side made them swallow the screams in their throats, but they were still indignant and wandered on the edge of the commotion. Some smart people began to sob in fear, "You and your family will be temporarily sheltered to designated prisons."
Um?
Kelly Fanny still closed her eyes, but she began to concentrate and listen carefully to the following words.
"After reliable evidence collection, public trial and evidence, if you are guilty, you should be judged according to law. If you are not guilty, I will let them leave and go back to be a civilian."
"But sir! What's the difference between doing this and killing us? In such a city, if you confiscate our property and we lose our status and slaves, it's just to let us die a few days later!"
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Ramizane looked up and saw that it was an old man dressed in a wise man, who looked strong but also full of scholarly atmosphere. He glanced at Dantioc beside him. The trident, who had been inquiring about the situation of the world for a long time, took a step forward and bowed.
"This is Vlastu of Nazarez, lord. A philosopher and a scholar. Their prince has just been executed. They have elected him as the temporary representative of the tyrant."
The Lord of Steel nodded, "So, Vlastu of Salez, how many people are there in your family? Are there enough family members to work?"
He would just stop talking about this. When he mentioned this, the old philosopher's eyes almost seemed to have a substance.
"Let Yagogilos of Salez and you and your empire go to hell!" he shouted loudly indignantly, ("Yaggilos is the name of the former tyrant who was executed by you, my lord.") He raised his hands high towards the sky, "I have only an old wife, two daughters and a baby in my house! They cry every day! Because of you! You and your emperor have taken away their sons, brothers, husbands and fathers! Our city has lost a whole generation of young men! There are mothers who have lost their sons and widows in trance!"
"Pay attention to your words! Mortal!" Fricks couldn't help but scold, "Don't be disrespectful to the Emperor!"
"...Well...Let him finish, Frix." The Lord of Steel's voice was very calm, and those who knew him would tremble because of this undercurrent calmness.
Kelly Fanny slowly opened her eyes and listened to the conversation carefully.
"I'm old! Your Highness of the Primarch! I'm over ninety years old! I can't do too heavy physical work, can't farm, and can't eat too hard food, so does my old wife! If you deprive us of our property and slaves, then I, for me, are we two willing to take care of the baby, but at this time we can only rely on our two daughters to go out and show up for work, but what decent work can women like these who don't even have calluses on their hands and feet find? What should they do when they meet those hooligans and strong country robbers?"
"If you want to hear the truth... I think since there are no young men in your city, it is probably not that likely to encounter hooligans and robbers outside the city..."
This very inappropriate mumble almost made the old philosopher stand upside down with the naked eye. He put up the robe on one side, revealing the muscles inside. This philosopher was afraid that he was not a wrestling expert when he was young, so he rushed over with his old fist, filling the original body with his old fist, which made the others beside him hurriedly rushed up and pressed him down.
"...It's really a tough folk custom."
It seemed that an angry animal roar came from a very far away, but unfortunately no one here heard it.
Locks's tyrant's eyes were staring at the person on the throne with his wrinkles.
"Ahem! I'm serious." The King of Steel straightened his body, "So, you have to give up and get what you want. Carrots and sticks are the best plan. I have a follow-up plan for the above measures, so you might as well listen first."
The old philosopher was pressed on the table with his seventeen or eighteen hands and stared at him and gasped like an old lion.
"For example."
The Lord of Steel's voice slowly became lower, like pure black cocoa butter wrapped in milk and honey. "For example, I said, can I make a family like you no shortage of male labor immediately?"
Kelly Fanny bounced out of her seat for almost one of the most terrifying situations she thought of, but she held back.
She held the handrail tightly and leaned forward, waiting for the momentary hallucination comfort brought to him by the pain of sacrifice.
Even so, it is too much to change the race... Is his psychological condition so bad...
The old philosopher obviously thought of her, and his lips and face suddenly became as pale as his beard and hair.
"What...is like snatching the Sabin woman?"
(This chapter ends)