The weather in Irlanhill is already very cold, and there is already a light snow in the city of Seris, which is further north.

For the inhabitants of the Magic Continent, they have never experienced such a warm winter: the inhabitants of the city do not even feel the biting cold that they remember.

The towering buildings, like heavy walls, keep the cold out of the city, and the first snow on the streets has long been crushed into black mud by countless wheels.

On the asphalt road, there are still cars and pedestrians, dressed in colorful fashions, showing the world the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city.

At both ends of the street, neon lights flicker, squandering the surplus electricity. Energy, which is still scarce elsewhere, seems to be too much in the city to count.

Even the Mansger Prestige car, which is rare in Seris City, is speeding down the wide main road with three cars in a row, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

This scene is rare to see, there must be some big man traveling in a car to have such a spectacular pomp.

In the capital of the empire, there was no shortage of knowledgeable specialists, and a policeman on the side of the road saw the license plate hanging in front of the car passing in front of him, and quickly stood up and saluted.

The license plate at the beginning of ALXR-1 represents the car of the most senior official of the Imperial Government, and under normal circumstances, the person who can get the license plate at the beginning of ALXR-1 is at least a senior minister official.

And the license plate ALXR-10001 is the car of the Imperial Prime Minister, and this license plate represents endless glory and supreme power.

Desser, who was sitting in the car, had an even more gloomy expression on his face. He had just received the news that one of the old man's hands had already had a premonition of a stroke and was starting to tremble.

This is not a good phenomenon, at least it shows a problem, the condition of the old man Gurlo is developing in the direction of aggravation.

So, after hearing the news, Desel put down his work and immediately rushed to Gullo's mansion to visit the Minister of Economics.

Today is not a good day for Dessel. He looked out the window at the flickering neon lights, at the drunken aristocrats in and out of the splendid entertainment venues, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He just felt very irritable, and he wanted to find an unlucky ghost to vent. It's a pity that he is the prime minister of the empire, and he can no longer decide the direction of a thing by virtue of his own joy and anger.

Along the way, he has been conscientious, and he has long forgotten the original goal of making the Longtaite family the richest man in the world.

As the first powerful minister of the Irlanhill Empire, what he now has in his mind is the entire universe, the inexhaustible wealth of the entire universe!

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Inside the smoothly flying Sky Battleship, Chris hadn't slept yet. His mental strength can ensure that he does not sleep for several days in a row, but this state of not being able to rest will also hurt his body.

Therefore, the royal family's team of personal doctors does not recommend Chris to stay up late or work for several days in a row. The emperor's life is necessary for the sake of the stability of the entire empire.

The lamp at his bedside was on, and he held in his hand a piece of music that had been sent to him not long ago. The piece was copied by Vagron and handed to Chris as a deliberately printed piece of paper.

Chris loves paper products because he has so many "images" in his head, and he prefers the feeling of paper in his hands.

"You can try......" he picked up the pen next to his pillow, wrote four words on the piece, and looked at his door.

Luther knocked softly on Chris's door, then pushed the door open with permission. He walked gently to Chris's bed, bowed his head and reported softly: "Your Majesty, the news just came that Old Man Gurlo is seriously ill......"

"What's going on?" Chris frowned, the little sleepiness that had just sprung up was suddenly gone, and he asked with some dissatisfaction.

"I heard that it was caused by a slight intracranial hemorrhage...... His consciousness was still very clear, but his hands were shaking all the time. Luther reported the truth.

"What do those doctors do?" Chris didn't know if he was scolding, or asking, "Didn't you ask you to find the best doctor?" ”

"The best doctors in the Irlanhill Empire, except for the medical team that followed you on your visit, the rest are already on the side of Old Man Gurlo." Luther explained with some embarrassment.

This kind of intracranial hemorrhage is not easy to treat, and the body of the old man Gurlo is not suitable for craniotomy, in this case, conservative treatment, the effect can only be described as general.

The human body is inherently complex and fragile, and doctors cannot be blamed for this kind of thing.

What annoys Chris is that some people smoke and drink and do everything, and as a result, they can live a long life, while his important minister, the old man Gurlo, who does not smoke or drink, ends up suffering from the most difficult to treat cerebral hemorrhage for no reason......

"The old man's body is very fragile, and the tide of magical energy has not strengthened his physique, but has caused problems in his already aging body...... "Luther said comfortingly: "The doctors are consulting, and they will come up with a solution." ”

"Let the magic department, the research institute, and the medical department all think of a way! With so much technology and so many experts, how can there be no way at all? Chris ordered, "Especially the Magic Department, tell William that this is an order!" ”

"Yes! Your Majesty! Luther bowed slightly, and said persuadly: "Tomorrow morning the fleet can return to Seris, Your Majesty should rest." ”

"I see." Chris waved his hand and motioned for Luther to go out: "Send this piece to the Secretariat and have them send it to Wagron!" ”

"Okay." Luther took the paper piece and exited Chris's room. Chris, who had finished all the movements, lay on his bed, looked at the steel ceiling, and reached out to turn off the lamp at the head of the bed.

Even if it is the room where the emperor lives, the decoration can only be described as ordinary. This is a real battleship, and everything in it is prepared for war.

Chris's room is an independent space protected by a special steel plate, and even if the Sky Battleship is sunk, this independent space can protect Chris from harm with a high probability.

In the dark night, only huge black shadows remained in the entire sky fleet, and the various lights on these black shadows echoed each other from afar, twinkling like stars.

In the distance, a long shiny bridge divides the sky in the night sky - it is the Ring of Elansireus, the most enchanting scenery in the sky.