On a sunny afternoon, in front of a villa in the Volavo mining area, at the end of the spacious lawn, on the straight avenue, a well-equipped Mansger people's car stopped.

The sound of the engine in the front bonnet disappeared, and the man sitting in the driver's seat stretched out his arm with a somewhat stiff movement, and pulled out the car key inserted in the right rear of the steering wheel.

He pushed the car door, grabbed the car keys, stretched out his right hand that didn't belong to him, grabbed a briefcase from the passenger seat, and got out of the car with his head slightly bowed.

"Daddy!" On the lawn, the children who were playing rushed to the man's arms and threw themselves into the man's arms, and the beautiful children's voice gave the man's cold face a smile of satisfaction.

"Mr. Schumann." The old maid who was guarding the lawn greeted her, nodded slightly in front of the man holding the child, and opened her mouth in greeting.

"Good work." Schumann easily picked up his son with his right hand, nodded slightly to the maid, and walked to the main entrance of the villa.

There, the hostess was leaning against the doorframe, happily looking at her husband and children on the lawn.

It's been two years since he returned to the rear from the battlefield, and it's been a year and a half since Schumann moved to Wallavo as an old Serisian - his family, as well as his children, have followed him to this strange city.

Luckily, the people here are nice, everyone is friendly, and the neighbors move around a lot. The president of the Allen district council across the road is very kind.

In a terrible battle, Schumann lost his right calf and his entire right hand. If such an injury had been taken a few years ago, he would have been declared dead, and the field hospital of Lovely Lanhill had rescued him, but he had also become a wounded man who could not continue fighting.

He saved his life, but lost his life, and was arranged to work in a reserve training unit, although he received a lot of allowances, but he could only endure the mutilated body in pain.

He was not lucky, and when he had to face the reality, he didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky to catch up with the "good time" of Iran Hill's fastest expansion.

For the past two years, as a loyal old Serris, he was first promoted from an active sergeant to a reserve lieutenant, climbed three ranks in one go, and then was promoted to major because of the rank of the reserve unit to which he belonged.

Who would have thought that in just half a year, the demon's counterattack made the Iran Hill Empire mobilize troops again, and the permanent training task of the reserve was heavier, and Schumann, who had become a major, had already hung up the rank of lieutenant colonel!

His experience is not an isolated case, but a serious problem that Iran Hill now faces that must be carefully addressed.

The whole empire is expanding so fast that the commander of a regiment five years ago may now be the commander of an army group. The mayor of a small town five years ago may now be the civil affairs deputy of a certain region.

The leadership team has not fallen, and there are still a few who have been corrupted by the temptation of money, and most of the management of Iran Hill is still efficient and loyal, and they worship His Majesty the Emperor from the bottom of their hearts, and dare not deceive anything, as if they were facing a god.

However, the things that this leadership team has to manage have expanded by 100 times or even 10,000 times! The problem they had to deal with expanded from a castle to an empire, and the population they had to manage expanded from more than 300,000 to more than 700 million!

Two years ago, a man who might have been a minor clerk in a government office is now likely to be a high-ranking official in charge of a provincial finance.

Veterans who have been discharged due to injuries need to be resettled, workers who have been injured in the line of duty need to be resettled, and countless Seris have to leave their ancestral land where they have lived all their lives and go to a strange city to face a strange life.

Someone like Schumann was lucky, at least because he was injured and sent to the Wallavo region, which was not too far from Seris.

There is at least a decent city here, with wide streets, electricity, sewers, schools, and all kinds of amenities.

The worst of the people, the city to which they were assigned was plagued, the stench of excrement was everywhere, there were no electric lights and telephone networks, and there were not even the most basic living facilities!

Who would have imagined that a small official who had been a grassroots leader of the postal department in a civilized society for 2 years would be promoted to a place where there was not even a post box as the deputy city lord?

"You're so pretty." Walking in front of his wife, Schumann, who was not quite accustomed to his body, had a slight confidence in his tone.

He used to have low self-esteem because he didn't have a right hand, and his right foot was just a prosthetic leg disguised as a shoe.

Now that he is finally whole, at least he can drive his right hand and right foot through his own thinking.

"Your movements are becoming more and more natural." The wife teased the child who was held in the arms of the man with her hand, and a happy smile was written on her not beautiful face.

She was not satisfied, although she moved out of Seris City, but she lived in a very high-end neighborhood in the wealthy area of Wallavao. Her identity is also the wife of a dignified reserve lieutenant colonel.

On weekends, when the city lord's wife held banquets, she would call her to invite her, and she never imagined that she could go out into high society, holding exquisite glass wine glasses, and talking and laughing with a group of major wives, colonels' wives, and even the ladies of major generals.

"yes, I feel it." Handing the child to his wife, Schumann moved his right hand, a prosthetic leg, which was amazingly beautifully made.

Now, the arm and the palm of the arm were curling up with the flexible stretch of his will, almost like a part of his body.

Although it was still a little jerky because of habitual problems, Schumann knew that one day, it would be similar to his left hand, or even better than his left hand.

After all, no matter how much you suppress it, this arm can burst out with more than twice the strength of a normal arm when needed. Although it is integrated into the soul of a part of the subject, and it also feels pain when it is injured, its defensive ability is indeed stronger than that of flesh and blood!

If necessary, implant a chip, it can even release magic, so that Schumann, who is only a mortal, can have the same abilities as a magician.

"In a few months, I think I'll be able to fully adapt to this arm, and this leg." Schumann's palm shook nimbly in front of his wife, with a little bit of ostentation.

The wife hugged the child and asked with some concern, "Did you send the letter to the Special Missions Department of the Guards?" ”

Schumann's face became solemn again, and he nodded: "Sent, they said, I am not the only one who has received such a letter, and they are also investigating this matter." ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of the unexpected letter he had received a few days earlier. There is no signature on the envelope, and the paper used for the document is the most common thing.

In the fully printed content, Schumann saw words like "reformist" and "primitarian". The letter reminded him to be wary of the hostility of the Primitarians, and hoped that Schumann would spontaneously join the so-called "Reformationists".

"There are so many of us! This is His Majesty the Emperor giving mortals more powerful power, it is the trend, it is the future, it is the irreversible direction of human development! The letter is full of such demagogic content.

After reading the letter, Schumann hesitated for a few days, and finally made a decision, taking advantage of today's rest to personally drive the letter as evidence and send it to the Special Duty Division of the Guards in Wallavao.

The nanny came over at this time, helped push open the door, and the family walked into the villa worriedly.

Just opposite the villa, at the door of another villa, an old man turned around with a gloomy face and closed his door.

"I knew that...... Our neighbor Schumann is going to get that bullshit prosthetic. The old man walked to the dining table and complained dissatisfiedly, "If it weren't for the fact that I was a mortal, how could I install such a magic thing on my body?" ”

"That's just a prosthetic, old man. Mrs. Schumann is a very nice person, and you have walked with Schumann before. The old lady, sitting at the table, handed her husband a slice of bread smeared with butter, and said comfortingly.

"That's why I'm angry...... After all, he used to be a very good junior, and I even wrote a report to pass a few of his bills ahead of schedule...... Forget it, don't mention him. The old man snorted and took the bread from his wife: "Tomorrow the meeting will begin, and it seems that the bill to repair the reserve barracks will still be delayed, and I will ask the secretary to give more priority to Director Eddie's railway maintenance bill." ”

"There's no need for that, is it?" The old lady was stunned for a moment, looked at her husband with some concern, and asked, "Will this delay Your Majesty's major affairs?" ”

"Of course not." At the mention of His Majesty, the sacredness on the old man's face spontaneously appeared. It's like a believer mentioning the God he believes in: "The railroad maintenance bill has been pressed for a long time, and whoever appropriates it first is the same." ”

He paused, and then continued: "Moreover, I am just Kakata, and it doesn't affect anything. ”

"Then why bother with Mr. Schumann, he is still our neighbor." The old lady shook her head, saying that she didn't understand the stupid ideas of the men.

"You don't understand, it's a war!" The old man narrowed his eyes: "A war between the 'Primitarians' and the 'Reformed Faction'!" Mortals, only the purest mortals, are Your Majesty's most trustworthy power! ”

The old lady smeared the bread with a butter knife with a quick movement, sighed and looked out the window, across the road, across a manicured lawn, where the Schumann family's villa was, but it seemed to be farther away......