Chapter 627: Pretending to be less than showing off, like walking in the night in bright clothes
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The game and herd mentality of humanity are wonderful.
In Gutera at 3K, any similar market mechanism will have a subtle psychological driving force, from Zezhiguo and Myanmar A to farmers often flock to the situation where they change their plantings because of the good prices of certain vegetables and fruits in a certain year, and they lose all their money the next year. They are always tried and tested.
This is still the case on a planet that is not the ancient earth tens of thousands of light years later.
It has to be sighed that perhaps the human genes in more than 20,000 years later are not so human, but the essence of human beings is still the same.
——At least from this point of view, Ge Laodeng is really as stubborn as he speaks, and the remaining human nature may be on it...
After witnessing the surrender of the three starting cities (especially the tyrant of Locks, the owners of the remaining city-state who were hesitating and hesitating suddenly became enthusiastic.
They rushed to express to the Iron God King that they had just been one step slower, and now they are completely willing to obey the legion's attitude of distribution and adjustment, fearing that they would become the last embarrassing crane after falling into the crowd. Of course, some people who knew they were quite evil could not help but think that what they had done before would turn blue and white.
So, some people fell to the ground and cried and said they had regretted it. They suddenly screamed and started to pretend to be crazy and roll on the sand. Some people began to quickly attack and try to contact the female tyrant of the Locks from blood and other aspects. In short, it was obvious that the Eight Immortals showed their magical powers across the sea.
A good imperial meeting suddenly became a noisy market. The opinion of a black and white plush tyrant was "Kill! Kill! Kill them all! They also had to arrest all their sons of the right age as a soldier. The old man, his wife, and his daughter were all made into servants, and the slaves and servants were all beheaded!"
Obviously, although the future opinion of His Highness Pertulabo BC Tyrant will be sincerely supported by his descendants at this moment, it is a pity that he is in Olympia and finds that this place can farm far more than Mr. Ramizane Carlosini who he originally estimated, and he could not hear such life suggestions from typical Olympian nobles.
And a Cyris man obviously had some thoughts about "a planet full of land that is to be developed and deeply cultivated"...
So when the initial intention was unanimously approved, the dejected tyrants wrote a handwritten order to hand it over to the receiving team composed of the legion soldiers.
As the storm birds carried teams of receiving teams to various city-states, the original calm of the Lord of Steel finally returned to its original tent.
Fricks and Dantioc also knew how to find themselves an expedited task.
Everyone left space and undisturbed privacy to the last two people left in the tent - or, in other words, a Primarch, and a Mortal.
——Damn why do you suddenly become so clever at this time? ! At this time, learn about the emperor's social skills of observing words and expressions! Don’t you serve me, the boss in your office?
Suddenly I found someone who had entered a terrifying situation of siblings alone a hundred years later shouted in his heart.
And a certain dog was already anxiously rolling up its tail.
The pigeon didn't say anything, but just worked diligently and was broadcast by the Iron Lord.
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So the candles swayed, looking at each other speechlessly.
In the end, Kelly Fanny broke the silence.
"You... have changed, Pertulabo."
Someone subconsciously swallowed, "...People always change, Kelly Fanny...sister."
The old woman smiled with interest in the embarrassment that the person in front of her was a rare embarrassment, and then naturally shifted the other party's attention and the topic of conversation to matters that both of them would pay attention to.
"The demands and measures you just now are undoubtedly more radical than simple killing, Peturabo," she said slowly, her voice hoarse because of her old age, "but what I care about is not whether you can implement it. You can certainly-even if you gather the land, deal with the nobles and the subsequent series of measures will be resisted by intentional or ignorant-but you have so many fleets soaring in the starry sky above us, and your legion has taken away more than two hundred thousand young people from Olympia in the past century and a half, and considering what they will become and the skills they have mastered, I have no doubt at all that there is actually no city-state on this planet with the ability to resist you and your legion."
"What do you care about?"
"What I'm worried about," she said, while taking the light in the tent to look at him again, "Your father, will your emperor pay attention to you bringing the army back to your hometown and not conquering a new world for him. Does he know your plan? If you do, will it bring his displeasure? And have you, in your father's court for a hundred and fifty years, found enough or reliable allies for yourself? How many enemies have you in the court? Will they take this opportunity to attack you? Can you make sure that someone will be there for you when you are not in the court?"
"It is important to know that the Lord of Steel, the most unexpected and fatal blow often comes from behind."
Ramizane suddenly felt relieved when he heard this and smiled.
Obviously, Ramizane had considered these questions asked by Kelly Fanny for a long time, and was waiting for someone to scratch his itch and ask him out. According to the ancients of Seris, if the Prophet could not show off in front of smart people, it would be like walking in the night in glory.
"Before I said this, I remember, didn't Locks never have a female tyrant? But as soon as Damekos died, you immediately became Locks' tyrant. Sure enough, before your sister and a relationship with men and women, you were first a political animal. Kelly Fanny."
This was almost a brutal direct attack that almost choked the old woman. Finally, the pale and aging cheeks of Locks' initially and last female tyrant, with a faint red color, "What are you talking about? Peturabo? What are you talking about now? What are you talking about this? "
On the other side of the distant time and space, a black and white flower tyrant was almost furious, "What are you talking about nonsense! Ramizane Carlosini!!! Who asked you to tell her this! What are you doing! I asked you not to let you do this! Stop talking about it! Don't talk about this with her!"
Although the real rant of the victim was not conveyed to the scene, fortunately, the black-haired man was just a routine thinking. "Haha... nothing. I can just say it so easily from a transcendent standpoint. If you don't mention this, let's talk about the serious matter first."
Because there was no one else or the waiter here, he got up and skillfully picked up the long-necked crystal bottle and poured himself a glass of fermented juice, and also a glass for the other party and put it to her.
"If you want to know the answer... He has no idea about my return this time and my plan for Olympia. The Emperor, the Imperial Army and the Imperial Military Affairs Department will definitely not be satisfied with the slowdown of the progress of the Iron Warriors or even completely stopping. Allies do not exist, and enemies and those who use us as kids are everywhere. Criticism and complaints are bound to be indispensable - stupid battles, difficult battles, fronts and battles that no one wants to take over. If we suddenly lose such easy-to-use and not tiring warriors, some... haha... the human army will soon have a headache."
"Will you not be punished? Peturabo, what are your good ideas for this?"
"If they know, the decree of blame and blame will definitely be 100%. But first, they must know this. How the Imperial Agency could drag our equipment application report and other resource applications before, I could drag our action reports to Terra and the Command. With the current navigation technology and accident rate, it is normal to drag back and forth for five or ten years; secondly, I have ordered my pharmacist to make a complete set of reports on my poor health, saying that I cannot act immediately..."
"What?" Her attention was indeed immediately attracted, "What's wrong with your health? Are you injured? Or are you... sick?"
"I'm not bad," Ramizane waved indifferently, "It's just that we encountered some extremely difficult aliens in the last battle. I was hit by the aftermath of their weapons. Well, I think the pharmacist's report will tell them that I now have many sequelae and cannot return to the expedition immediately, such as sudden lethargy, loss of memory segments, cognitive disorders of time, etc. Of course, I'm fine!"
But the female tyrant's eyes softened suddenly, and a new and incredible light of hope began to surge in her eyes.
"Anyway, let's deal with the things in front of us first. I will go to Rocks City with you later, where you can get Demecos buried and then complete a series of things to be handled - Ah, by the way, Kelly Fanny... Sister, I'm sorry, but you have to keep up to two people who serve and pay them a salary."
"Is there only two?" She pretended to be dissatisfied, "I was the tyrant of Locks before today."
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"Two are enough. The personal maid and the errands. And I will patrol the city-states, and Urdek will take over Atoracus in other affairs in Olympia. It is expected that only twenty years will be needed... no, fifteen years will be enough."
"Fifteen years?"
She was keenly aware of this number that was surprisingly short for the Primarch.
"Yes, strictly speaking, the Milky Way will turn upside down in fourteen years." He sighed, "but I am used to leaving a little room."
"It's really not like what you can say, Pertulabo." She leaned over and wanted to fill the silver cup in her hand as before, but she was too old and her lungs and joints protested to her. Kelly Fanny had to stop regretfully and watch her brother reach out to fill her. "Is something going on?"
"This is the second thing I want to say, and it is the most important thing. Next year, a ceremony to celebrate the victory will be held in Ulano. One of my brothers will be named the War Commander. I think no one will be able to take care of us at this time. They are all busy watching my most beloved brother. Even if the emperor wants to hold me accountable, he will definitely wait until the ceremony is over. What's more, it is highly likely that I will not receive an invitation to attend the ceremony, and it is even more impossible for someone to come to let me know about this matter at this time - I also prepared a set of rhetoric to deal with the envoys in advance, but [Gutera swears] so far, there is no envoy at all, even the latest envoys from the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Mechanical Cultivation, who should have heard of this matter, would not mention it at all! And if you don't set out now, you will definitely not be able to catch up with the ceremony! You really treat people as a fool!"
He showed an expression on his face that was not angry but had a considerable sarcastic look.
"…sorry," she said softly, "but you know, Damekos drowned our elder brother, Horacon, after you left, I didn't expect the Emperor to rule the galaxy like this and there would be such a pampering dispute in the families where there are so many territories to be distributed to children."
"What?"
"Yes, when he discovered that Horacon plotted to seize his position and power, Damekos drowned his eldest son in a wine barrel."
She replied sadly, "Although our elder brother is a stupid, ruthless, ignorant and cruel guy, the consequences of being drowned in a barrel by his father's own hands are a bit too long."
"...Okay, I will make me...Ahem, think about it, the emperor has created as many as twenty sons for himself, but he has implemented the ancient aristocratic system. Look at us Olympia, Damekos, and I have four children in total, but they have killed one of them, and died of depression. Are you working hard here to try to extend the lifespan of Olympia?"
Pertulabo BC is like an ant on a hot pan in a place where Ramizane cannot hear, "Idiot! Ah! Ramizane! You should at least ask Andos first! That's our other brother! Although I am jealous of him, I think he is better than me. Kelly Fanny knows this very well! If it were me, I will definitely ask Andos where he is going first! Oh no!"
Kelly Fanny was silent for a moment, "Why did you suddenly admit that Demecos is your father? Even if he was alive, you never want to call him father."
"Dalmecos is indeed not an excellent and good father. He and Pei... are as stubborn, proud, self-esteem, cruel as me, unwilling to admit the other party's excellence and use others and even their biological children as bargaining chips, let alone adopted children. But I guess he still hoped to reconcile later."
"Why do you guess him so much? Now, you guess him for the better? Do you know that he instigated the division of Olympia on your back?"
"I basically guessed that this level is definitely his expression of not wanting to live under others. However, because he worked diligently for us, who were fighting abroad for so many years, and finally chose to let you take over him. When I was fighting abroad, I could compare the differences between the Imperial Command and the personnel sent by Olympia by virtue of my logistical speed and the degree of hard work. I am not a fool. If I want to admit that my rational existence is the basis of my facts, I will not be able to turn a blind eye to real numbers based on my sensibility. This is contrary to my principle of rationality and order."
Kelly Fanny was silent for a while, and finally she spoke, "You... are becoming like a real adult now, brother, if you were the same back then, maybe I..." But she suddenly stopped talking, "Is this great victory you mentioned important to you? Brother?"
A dog roared sorely, and the dove flapped its wings and walked around.
"It's very important. It's very important. It's very important not only to me, but also to everyone in the entire Milky Way. Then we will know that time is very tight. At this time, I really want to know how Hrud manipulates time. Time is too tight and there are too many things to do, sister."
"So, I will do my best to help you and let us see what miracles can be done in such a short time. Abo."
(This chapter ends)