"Chris ......" looked at the empty podium on the TV, Desel pinched the remote control with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, forcing down the urge to enter the palace to face the saint.

He knew that Chris must be in a very bad mood at this moment, but he didn't have any good way to comfort this former friend.

Yes, once a friend. Back then, he could regard a down-and-out city lord as a friend who could make friends.

At that time, he was young, and Chris was also in his prime. But as time passed, he became more and more afraid to regard the god-like emperor as his friend.

But now that I think about it, it's not Chris, it's himself - Desel shook his head with a wry smile, didn't even turn off the TV, and just lay on his back on the soft sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

As the prime minister of the empire, in many cases, is he really selfless and considers problems from the perspective of the country?

As Chris's most important partner in the past, did he keep up as Chris moved into the future?

As Chris said at the end, when Chris looks around, will he Desel stand there, smiling?

These tortures from the soul made Desel restless. He felt that he had not done well enough, at least compared to His Majesty the Emperor, he had not done enough!

At the same time, Schumann, who was standing in front of the television, watched the district council's rejection of the request for money for the repair of the training camp, and let go of the puppet prosthetic leg that had pinched the folds of the copy.

He was very angry and very dissatisfied with the decision made by the district council. He felt that he was born and died as a soldier, but those civil officials were dragging their soldiers back because of a little money.

Yes, he was not a "reformer", but he was indeed a warrior with a strong "military" mentality mentioned in His Majesty's speech.

He believed that the war was not over and that everything had to make way for the military. He is what His Majesty said, those who look down on civil officials "the military that is brave and good at fighting and expanding the territory......

A feeling of shame and self-reproach came to his heart, and Schumann realized that his self-righteous loyalty and patriotism in the past had long since been abandoned by himself.

The country he loves, the great emperor he is loyal to, has actually been deeply hurt by his self-righteous mistakes again and again.

In the dimly lit room without opening the curtains, a two-hundred-pound fat man sitting in front of the computer looked at the flickering fluorescent screen, and didn't pick up the snacks stacked next to the keyboard for a long time.

The quiet room should have been filled with the dense sound of keyboard tapping stopped, replaced by a long, silent silence.

After a long time, the fat man finally reached out and pressed the mouse. He flicked his wrist slightly, keeping the cursor at the position of a desktop shortcut.

With the faint click of a double-click, a forum interface appears in the center of the computer monitor. The fat man in the dark entered his account password, then ignored the number of messages in the upper right corner showing 999 and reopened a post.

"I have watched His Majesty's speech, and I feel that I owe His Majesty an apology." The sound of crackling and tapping on the keyboard sounded again, and the fat man began to write what he wanted to say at a rapid pace.

Lines of content were left on the computer screen, and between the lines were remorse: "The post I posted before about the sweet party and the salty party was really boring." ”

As he typed, he glanced at the snacks next to his keyboard, sweets that used to look delicious now seemed unappetizing.

Forget it, today I'm going to reflect on myself, so I'll just take one bite...... He looked away and continued to write in his upcoming post: "People with a sweet tooth can also be friends with people who love salty food......"

When he finished typing the last sentence, he pressed the mouse on the release button, and without hesitation, he immediately pressed it.

……

Sitting up from the expensive sofa, Desel walked briskly to his desk, took a copy of the blank piece he had prepared, spread it on the table, and wrote a short sentence of his heart with a pen.

He looked at his most childish piece of music, but there was a sincere smile on his face that had disappeared for a long time.

"Someone, send this piece to Your Majesty!" He called his secretary and pointed to the unsealed piece on the table.

When the secretary picked up the chapter, he only saw a paragraph with the handwriting on it: "I'm sorry! I'm slacking! But I promise, you'll see me when you look around! ”

……

Schumann put down the documents in his hand, and he felt that he needed to prove his love for the country and his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor with his own practical actions.

He stood up and walked to the door, and when he pushed the door open, he found Speaker Allen standing outside his door with an embarrassed expression, as if he wanted to knock on the door, but hesitated.

"Speaker Allen...... Why are you here...... Schumann was embarrassed for a moment, and then hurriedly moved out of the way: "Come in and sit...... It just so happens that I have something to say to you. ”

The old man Allen's face was slightly red, and he smiled apologetically: "I won't go in, in fact, I don't have the face to go in as a guest...... I'm here to apologize today, maybe we had some misunderstandings before, but I promise you, from this moment on, I'm just a district chair of the empire......"

"I ...... Actually, I did something wrong. Schumann scratched his head embarrassedly, he took another half step back, and made an inviting gesture: "Come in and sit, no matter what misunderstanding...... I think we are all willing to solve problems for our homeland. ”

"You're right! Lieutenant Colonel Schumann. Speaker Allen nodded and walked into Schumann's villa: "As long as we are all loyal to Your Majesty, then there should be no essential differences between us." ”

……

In the dimly lit room, the fat man clicked on a latest reply, which was a message from a netizen with the screen name "Salted tofu brain is king".

"I was excited before, and I apologized for the scolding...... I think you're right, whether it's sweet or salty, we can all be good friends. ”

As soon as the fat man was happy, he grabbed another handful of sweets and stuffed them into his mouth, and with his oily fingers, he tapped them on the keyboard: "I'll try the way to eat it called tofu brain tomorrow, I only ate sweet bean curd ......"