"On the cloud? Wouldn't that be out of the stars? ”

"It's not that exaggerated." Pippons shook his hand, "It's just a little higher than the dragons." ”

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?" The chamber president's urgent questioning tone instantly became respectful.

"No, no." Even though he knew that the person in front of him was quite credible, Pippons didn't dare to be careless - he shouldn't have just said what he saw on the other side of the portal, what if there were ears across the street? It's a bit of a hassle. He hurriedly added the first half of the sentence: "I also listened to what others said." ”

The expression that came out of it was also clear to the president of the Chamber of Commerce - he had been there, but he couldn't say it. Here he was just a businessman who knew a little better, and even a single word could be in danger of his life.

The conversation then shifted to the castle tower, which had been left untouched in the turmoil, and became the best point for Garcia to talk about the current situation.

- "Good morning! Is Garcia's castle repaired today? ”

- "Good morning! ”

Then the two of them read out the five-word sentence word by word: "No! ”

This conversation quickly became a daily greeting among the remnants of Garcia after Baccarat's failed usurpation. The playful tone, and the expressions that couldn't help but laugh after saying good morning to each other, all oozed from their bones the faint disappointment of the people of the imperial capital Erta in the two.

"It's okay, I think someone will fix it soon—or will it disappear altogether and build a new one?" With that in mind, Pippens stretched, convinced that GoPro had clearly captured the missing tower.

He knew that Doniva didn't like the deep castle, and to be honest he didn't like it himself. One last glance at the top of the castle's side walls, the young merchant, who seemed to have no problem, disappeared into the courtyard of the building with his convoy of chambers of commerce.

Doniva really didn't like castles - even if it was his castle that was being demolished, he didn't feel any reluctance.

The renovation of the Shield City proceeded rapidly after the rainy season. The foul-smelling ditches were filled or desilted and covered with prefabricated concrete slabs, and the walls that had surrounded the city were completely cleared - the barbarians on the other side of the hill did not even dare to come out, let alone rush down to wash Doniva's territory with blood.

A large road pierces directly into the core of the shield city, and the hard-to-dismantle castle is besieged by scaffolding and tower cranes, slowly dismembering brick by brick - this is a living, unique castle material, and the construction experts in Mendong City have quite the idea of replicating this musty and old dusty building.

After a short period of time spent 3D mapping and various photographs, the professors and their students continued to observe the construction site – perhaps a support structure or a darkroom under a stone brick that excites them.

The workers of Elta, under the direction of the foreman, gradually dismantled the towers, parapets and other ancillary structures, and finally began to dismantle the main body of the castle. Although much slower than reducing a building to rubble with a point-of-action blast, Doniva could see that a wall had disappeared between meals, after an afternoon of observation under the city.

"Your Majesty, don't you really feel sorry to demolish this magnificent castle?"

"That's the vanity of kings." Doniva, wearing a red hard hat, sighed, "I don't feel bad when you squeeze the 'pimples that children are proud of' like the castle out of my territory." ”

Elta, the architectural engineer with short blond hair, was shocked and silent. In the people of Eltaping, it was a pride to be able to enter the castle of the royal lord - he would never have dared to think of it before, let alone hear of it, if the royal family himself hated such a high-ranking residence as the castle.

"What's wrong? Isn't it shocking? Doniva took off his hard hat and looked at it in his hand, "The crown doesn't guarantee my safety on the construction site, does it?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The engineer hurriedly replied.

Emperor Doniva continued to ask in a lonely tone: "But what, the helmet can block small stones, this is true. But what if it is the bricks of the city walls that are smashed at you? ”

"Of course not, Your Majesty."

"In the face of the unexplained anger of the citizens of the imperial capital, didn't the castle with a moat and a deep courtyard with high walls and deep courtyards of the former emperor Charles not play much role?"

"This ......" the engineer was a little unacceptable.

The horizontal boom of the tower crane shines a dazzling reflection - several people accompanying him invariably block the light with their hands.

"In the future, even the lowest-level construction workers will have such power, so if I continue to live in the already unstable turtle shell, and continue to behave like my juniors, will you not have the mentality of getting rid of me, or even replacing me?"

When Doniva said this, he couldn't help but think of the "last king before the restoration of the dynasty" who was executed in the history of the other world, and the "'tsar' who was burned by the anger of the people after losing his little father figure". And the sentence written on the road sign of the end of the fate of the "tsar":

"On the night of July 16~17, in accordance with the resolution of the Congress of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers' Representatives of the Ural Region, the former Tsar Nikolai 61 Romanov was executed. This executioner with a crown took advantage of the benevolence of the revolution and lived too long. ”

"This is a great disrespect...... Although the emperor publicly announced his renunciation of imperial power, the overwhelming momentum that has always been characteristic of the imperial family is undoubtedly revealed here.

Only half a year is not enough for the Elta people to really let go of their fear of imperial power. Emperors were originally ordinary people who had nothing - the only difference was that they had imperial power, which allowed them to pass on the supreme power of the state for generations.

All people, near or far, are in front of the supreme power, and wealth thus presents a centripetal gathering. Because of his power, the emperor owned the castle, and he had an army that was more powerful than his home, and it was unknown whether he was loyal or not. There are also more females, a freewheeling lifestyle.

If a carpenter loses the tools of something outside of his body, he at least has the knowledge of what it means to be a carpenter. Even if there is no place for him to use his skills as a carpenter, he has the qualifications to become a laborer.

However, once the emperor loses the powerful treasure called "Heavenly Grant of Monarchy", which is actually "everyone can take his place", he is more miserable than the carpenter who has lost everything. All the royal families will be completely liquidated after the change - even if the emperor himself does not liquidate, there will be people who will help him liquidate.

Baccarat's family had long since rotted in the gutters of the imperial capital—his siblings were still under the protection of the Church of the Two Moons, and no one dared to set foot in the fabled heavenly city of West El Tamen East. Once the royal family loses the power to protect themselves, it is destined to be even more miserable than ordinary people.

"There's nothing disrespectful about Elta from now on, just say it." The marquee-like stories and memories weave together, causing Doniva to spit out the phrase word by word. "The respect of those in high positions is to be expressed by the people themselves from the bottom of their hearts, not by a powerful person to persecute them."

"There's nothing wrong with that." The engineer with broken hair is also a member of the construction workers from the bottom, who have been promoted by the Otherworld, and the way of thinking that the Otherworlder inadvertently carries in the lecture has begun to work.

"So when it comes to imperial power, this kind of thing is harming people." Doniva shook her head with her hands behind her back and continued walking.

“…… On that day, in the westerly sun, I never felt that the emperor could be so tall and yet so approachable. The castle, which exuded power, collapsed at that moment, leaving only the 10,000-meter-high tower that people admired—but this tower can be visited by everyone, unlike the castle, which is just a couch built by some people at the expense of the people's national resources. The emperor, who had renounced his imperial power, had earned him unprecedented respect, and I think he deserved this title. —Behind the 'Holy Emperor', Doniva's Transformation, Elta Literature Publishing House.

"I can understand that he doesn't want a castle." In the distance, the three senior engineers were much more relaxed, sitting together on the large stone bricks that had been torn down from the castle, numbered and cleaned, chatting and laughing. "Do you say that you will live comfortably in the Forbidden City, or let you live comfortably in the Guozijian Courtyard with modern water supply and drainage?"

"Unless the Forbidden City is renovated, electricity and heating are added, it will be really comfortable. But I still like to live in a small high-rise building, and it's cool to look at it condescendingly. ”

Doniva's castle is indeed equipped with generators and some modern appliances - but they are all on the bright line, and the originally planned rooms do not meet the specifications for many electrical appliances at all. The wiring should be found from the door opening, the door crack to find space, careless is a leakage accident.

"Zhao Gong, don't stink those little high-rise people in your family. Who doesn't know that you demolished a dozen houses more than a decade ago? This is a thousand cuts. ”

"Facts." The young man called Zhao Gong made a big red face. "There are rats when you live low, there are flies and mosquitoes, you don't have anything to do if you live high, you can overlook the scenery of the mountain city, and after the fog, it is like living in Penglai Wonderland......"

"It's good to live in a high relationship, but when you were in Wenchuan, I didn't shake you enough, right?" When Zhao Gong was indulging in his sea of clouds, the little fat man next to him found his words and blocked a sentence fiercely-they are all young people anyway, and of course they will not be silent with each other.

"Enough." Zhao Gong smiled, "I shook my father's table of mahjong, and he said that if there was no earthquake, he would have lost his pants to those turtle sons." ”

The crowd laughed in unison.

"Luckily, there aren't many records of earthquakes here in Elta – I don't know if it's incomplete or not. Hey, these little bastards, let them spoil like this? How nice would it be if I dropped one of them? ”