Chapter 55 Let him pretend to be a motor oil guy
After Ron got up, he immediately summoned Bayev and asked him to report the details of the cleanup operation last night.
After listening to the other party's report, he was very worried.
Yesterday, just a bottle of chaotic biological weapon was leaked, causing him to lose three guards.
Even his strongest warrior, Carter, was slightly injured.
If he hadn't found those chaotic biological weapons in advance, the consequences would have been disastrous!
Fortunately, everything is over.
"My Lord Governor, all the targets you marked have been annihilated.
Next, we can continue to prepare for the Emperor's Ascension Festival..."
Baev Looking at Ron, I felt even more awe-struck.
That damn traitorous Homan family actually attacked the Royal Court District in such a vicious way.
If the Governor had not used his god-like power to conduct investigations, the losses in the Wangting District would have been very heavy this time.
"By the way, the guards who died in this battle must be well compensated and their names should be engraved into the monument at the foot of the statue of the God Emperor."
Ron instructed Bayev :
“In the future, soldiers at all levels should receive corresponding pensions after their sacrifices. You can plan the details.”
In the past, there was no such thing as pension in the Wangting District. Soldiers fought bravely and even sacrificed their lives. It was a symbol of loyalty.
Not to mention none in the Wangting District, there are also very few Astra Militarum.
When the Astra Militarum left their home planet and headed for the Milky Way, they went to other star regions and even star regions to fight.
As they fight around, the distance from home will become farther and farther.
It is so far away that even with a short lifespan of a mortal, even if he spends his whole life traveling in a spaceship, there is no way to return to his home planet.
Unless you are extremely capable, have outstanding military exploits, and are promoted to an officer, there is only a slight chance of returning to your hometown.
If the officers are like this, it is even more impossible for ordinary Astra Militarum troops.
From the moment they left their planet, they were destined to say goodbye to their families and hometown forever.
They often have only two endings, dying on the battlefield, or running out of life and dying in a foreign land.
After their death, it is difficult to find out their identities and planets.
In addition, the journey is extremely long, making it even less likely that the pension will be delivered to their families.
Even if it is really sent, with the efficiency of the empire, by the time the pension is delivered, the Astra Militarum family may not even know how many generations have passed.
I don’t know whether I can remember such a person.
For these reasons, the issue of pension is out of the question.
Ron briefly introduced Bayev to the pension regulations that he knew, and then handed over this task to him.
I believe he can formulate appropriate pension plans and arrangements based on the existing conditions in Wangting District.
Baev nodded and agreed:
"My Lord Governor, I will work out a suitable pension plan.
On behalf of the soldiers, I thank you for your kindness!"
After that, Ron discussed the process of the ceremony with Bayev.
After getting a satisfactory answer, he was urged to see the construction of the statue of the God Emperor.
Ron is very lucky to have Bayev as his manager. He is extremely energetic and can work in multiple threads.
Without him, I would really be exhausted.
Everything has been arranged, and in three days it will be the Emperor's Ascension Festival.
He just needs to show up at the ceremony on time that day and make a promise to his people.
Then you can gather enough power of hope to open the teleportation channel and send yourself to the Green Wave Farm in Space Ark.
Move back the planting technology and food there, and he can also get an intelligent robot.
The current way of working in Wangting District is too backward. It doesn’t even have an Internet connection. It is even worse than in our own world.
He has to build the Internet quickly, and then he can implement some modern communication and management methods.
As for electronic demons, waste codes, etc., he is not afraid at all. He can just use the little sun to protect the server.
When the time comes, bring out a few sacred vessels that have been consecrated by small suns, and then find some priests.
Let them practice every day, sprinkle holy water, and the server will be safe.
Now the server only runs within the territory, so the difficulty of blessing is not very high.
Unlike His Majesty the God-Emperor squatting on the golden toilet, the star torch he built needs to cover the Milky Way.
It is like a network node connecting galaxies, star regions and even star regions.
How stressful is the server management? No wonder there are so many psykers crammed into it.
In short, wait until the planting technology is back, and then build a server to connect to the Internet.
Once these things are done, management costs will be greatly reduced and production efficiency will be improved.
That robot is a bit troublesome. After all, the empire prohibits the use of intelligent robots.
If Ron really brings back the intelligent robot that symbolizes "hating intelligence", I'm afraid it will arouse people's fear or opposition.
If this is known to the empire, it will be in big trouble.
But don’t forget, now that Erth is on the dark side of the empire, the empire can’t control him!
Ron has decided that he must get the intelligent robot back.
The worst case scenario is to disguise the intelligent robot, put it on a robe, weld an imperial double-headed eagle on it, and let it pretend to be a motor oil guy!
As long as Ron doesn't admit that it is an intelligent robot, what can anyone do to him?
Now things are going in the direction Ron wants.
He relaxed a little and leaned on the throne to rest.
I just don’t know why, but that uneasy feeling is getting stronger.
Suddenly, Ron had a heart palpitations!
Darkness, extremely pure darkness!
He looked in the direction of the Homan family's territory, and his psychic sense could vaguely sense that something terrible was gestating in that territory!
That is an extremely terrifying chaos monster, a creation of the evil god.
If we wait for that thing to be born, our territory may not be able to stop its attack.
But Ron couldn't directly start a war with the Homan family.
With the strength shown by the opponent yesterday, if we start a war with them, even if we win, it will be a miserable victory.
That will only give those bastards from the Gray Wolf War Gang an advantage.
Fortunately, it will still be some time before the monster is born.
Now Ron's only choice is to race against time, betting on whether he can collect enough power of hope to regain his strength first, or whether the Homan family will give birth to that terrible monster first.
Actually, Ron is more worried about another problem.
After last night's battle, the Homan family may have found out the truth about the Wangting District.
If the other party ignores it and insists on launching more attacks on him during the Emperor's Ascension Festival, that will be troublesome.
While Ron was troubled, in the secret laboratory in the territory of the Homan family.
Squeak!
In the glass room, the deformed squirrel was holding a severed hand and gnawing the fresh meat on it, looking very happy.
Its eyes are very smart and it seems to have a certain amount of intelligence.
After discovering this that day, Yusef asked someone to raise the deformed squirrel, and he liked it quite a lot.
At this moment, Yousef was carefully stroking the deformed squirrel, as if he was stroking a small pet.
He is waiting for a message.
Not long ago, he received intelligence that there was gunfire in the Wangting District territory.
It seems they chose a purge.
The evildoers he sent over will immediately release the essence of chaos and release those terrifying aberration monsters.
Suffering will spread in Wangting District!
Quack!
Yousef was quite proud. Presumably the residential areas around the Sacred Square had suffered heavy casualties and turned into ruins, right?
(End of this chapter)