The observation capsule on the upper deck of the Mirror Light has always been Henrietta's favorite place to think, to sleep, to meet guests, and to look up at the stars on the other side.

Under normal circumstances, the viewing capsule will remain in low light, and Henrietta is used to such an environment, but today, the huge cabin is as bright as day, and even the light of "Kehanos", "Kehanodon", and "Kehanor" are obscured.

The maglev chair rested next to a brazilwood, and he was holding the kettle in his withered hand, letting it trickle into a line and fall on the wide blades, shattering, and splashing some onto his delicately tailored robe, leaving dripping wet marks.

He looked calm, at least his expression was calm, at least the hand holding the kettle was not shaking.

Melol knew he wasn't calm, he was just pretending to be calm.

"Didn't you say he was smart? If he was really that smart, how could he do such a stupid thing? ”

Human beings are most susceptible to being shocked by two things, life and the starry sky.

It's just that when human beings go out of the earth, step into the forbidden area of the gods, and even rush out of the solar system and become a member of the cosmic civilization, although there are still many unknowns in the starry sky, it is no longer mysterious.

Melol stood in front of the huge glass window, squinting slightly, staring at the three "Kehanos" brothers.

The light they emit is diluted by the environmental conditioning system and is no longer dazzling.

The air is filled with the smell of plants, and you can hear the green leaves breathing and the water dripping laughing.

Henrietta planted a lot of ornamental trees in the viewing capsule, which made it no longer monotonous, but more elegant and fresh. Sometimes after living on the ground for a long time, it is also a pleasure to move to the "Mirror Light" to stay for a while.

"People have weaknesses, like you're not smart, I'm old. It's still a bit lame. Like this brazilwood, it was very thin when I was with its brother, and when I decided to take care of it myself, it grew very well. You see...... It has now far surpassed those brothers. ”

Melol turned to her brother who was watering the tree and asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"Can't you see it yet?" Henrietta placed the kettle on a nearby stone platform and controlled the maglev chair to move forward to him. He whispered, "Someone has uncovered his scars." ”

"If it were me, I would grit my teeth and hold back."

"It's a pity you're not his ......"

Melol took a deep breath, frowned and asked, "That kid did something bad for a momentary pleasure, what should we do?" Gilcot and the others made a lot of trouble. ”

"Alas...... He messed up our set-up. ”

Henrietta said, "It's a mess...... It's a mess......"

Melol was puzzled, and looked at him suspiciously, but did not speak.

"Since the deployment he made a few days ago has been disrupted by him, it is better to do nothing and say nothing." He said, as he walked to the corner tool rack: "I'd love to know what he's going to do next." Will they do something even more unexpected? ”

Melol was a little resentful of his casual attitude, and snorted angrily: "You must know that he is a member of the Star Alliance, what should we do if we see that the situation is not good and retreat?" Isn't it tantamount to being betrayed by him? ”

"No, it won't." Henrietta picked up the melon shovel from the tool rack and walked to a stone platform in the corner, apparently to loosen the soil for the irises.

"As I said, we all have weaknesses. Tang Fang...... No exception. ”

Melol was more and more puzzled, Henrietta had just said this. It is speculated that someone took advantage of Tang Fang's weakness and set a trap to force him to take the bait, and now he repeats what it means to say this, and his own people have not caught his weakness.

Henrietta drifted away, not turning around, but as if he saw the surprise on Melol's face. said indifferently: "A smart person doesn't necessarily do smart things, he is just a mortal, a very ordinary person." ”

"He has great strength, but he doesn't have a strong mind that matches his strength...... I've only recently figured this out. ”

"But from his standpoint, he simply does not agree with what we politicians call 'strong hearts'. That's why I said he was a very ordinary person. ”

"In other words, our so-called weakness, in his opinion, is more like a responsibility, and for a man, responsibility cannot be escaped."

"So, he's not going to run away."

"There is an old Chinese saying, 'Spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain', which may be used to describe the dialogue between us."

Melol was silent for a long time, then raised her head and said, "Brother, please don't use Chinese indiscriminately in the future until you understand the meaning, it's really inferior." ”

"I'm sorry." Henrietta smiled and said, "I'll pay attention." ”

The stems and leaves of the iris are gently shaken by the spatula and sprinkled with fine pollen, which falls on the somewhat black soil, which is amazing.

………………

It was dark at night, but there was no moonlight, no starlight precipitation, and the silence lingered in the treetops, and the cold walked through the corridor, beating the stone carvings under the steps, and the guards dressed in single clothes on both sides.

"Dekaben" is still flashy and shining, using starry neon to tell the story of the city that never sleeps, and the life that the people of the capital should have.

Only a few people know that the long river that divides the royal power and Li Shu is like a sword that cuts through time and space at night, with a beautiful world of brilliant lights in front of it and a bloody prison full of despair behind it.

There are many, many people imprisoned, many hearts imprisoned.

The entire Hal Palace is like a Netherworld Beast, sleeping quietly on the border of hell, smelling the smell of the world and the breath of life. Countless imps hold lanterns made of human skin, stand behind its shoulders, and use bewitchment and deception to lure greedy and ignorant humans across the visible Boundary River, the invisible Styx, into this foreign land full of death and slaughter.

It's still the same palace, it's still the same two people.

Trist stood in front of the door with his hands down, bowing his head slightly, his gaze falling on his feet.

His back was pressed against the wall, next to the slightly swaying curtains.

Compared to the guards outside the door, he is more like a ghost, or an old ghost who has no popularity.

The women wouldn't like him, the generals wouldn't like him, and only Zangowell would give favor and authority, because in a way. They are the same kind of people, they are very similar.

His Majesty sat in a high-backed chair in the center of the hall inlaid with pearls and gold, with his right hand on his cheek, and his movements looked casual, indicating that he was pleased.

Tramon's face as hard as iron appeared on the big screen opposite, with a hint of light at the corner of his mouth. Mocking laughter.

Of course, he wasn't mocking his brother, but someone far away in the Georgia star system.

Zangowell asked, "How's the preparation?" ”

Tramon said, "Halvin? The 1023rd Fleet, the 1027th Fleet, the Black Iron Fleet, the Jinpeng Fleet, and the Juventus Fleet have arrived at the 'Augustus' military port, and the fleets of Duke Li Yun and others are also assembling at the designated location. ”

Zangowell nodded, very satisfied with this progress: "The joint meeting will be held in 7 days, remember to attend." ”

"There's no need for this...... the sneer on Tramon's lips was replaced by a wry smile: "You know I'm not interested in politics, especially listening to those old guys arguing around, it affects my mood." ”

"Probably not this time. He should have known that there was no point in doing that. ”

Here he is, of course, Henrietta, the uncle of His Majesty the King and the greatest political enemy.

A puzzled look appeared on Turamon's face: "I'm curious, how did you do it. ”

The old-school forces have made a lot of small moves in the past few months, and it can also be said that they have been arranged, and even generals like Tramon are alert, and the last time they met, Zangowell only said that there was a way. I'm going to lobby those who ride the wall, but it's only a few days later. The lovely Captain Don drove the swarm of living warships to the door of Tripatti's house and plowed his home with a nuclear bomb.

This scene was neither unexpected nor unexpected, but the unexpected thing was that Captain Tang destroyed the city wall by himself, and piggybacking on the old-school forces was also trapped. Not surprisingly, it was because Zang Gowell had given him a vaccination in advance.

ZangoWill smiled.

He is not a beauty, he can't be a city, let alone a country.

But such a smile is worth more than any beauty. All rare, because His Majesty the King, who has always been expressionless and always has a face, smiled.

A warm breeze finally blew on his face that seemed to be frozen in ice, and although it was still cold, it finally had a touch of spring. Or rather, spring.

The cold winter is about to pass, the spring breeze will caress the earth, and then the spring rain, all say that they are very expensive, but no matter how expensive, more expensive than the smile of His Majesty the King?

Trist's hands hung in the crooks of his legs were clasped together, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was beaten by the night breeze that slipped through the window, and his body was overwhelmed with cold.

Even the veil by the window moved more vigorously, as if singing a message to celebrate their king waking up from his slumber.

"It's very simple, I just used the people I was supposed to use, made the friends I should have made, and said what I had to say."

Praise Will uses three short sentences to form a long sentence, and then they are not said, because Tramont does not understand it.

In fact, he knew that Tramon didn't understand, so he said that. The secret between him and Terro doesn't want anyone to know, even his own brother.

Yes, that thing...... The conspiracy came from him, not Terro. Including the other side disguised as the Supreme Security Council to approach Tripathy, this is also his proposition.

As the king of the whole country, as a character who can match Henrietta, as a person who can endure the burden for more than 20 years, he is smarter and wiser than most politicians.

Tripatti has been in obscurity for so many years, covering up his disobedience with greed and lust, and consciously doing it perfectly, but he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes hidden behind him, staring at his every move, word and deed.

The "Void Ripper" does not swim in the outer void of "Georgia", but chooses the "Lesey" deep sea, naturally to monitor Tripathi and the Singh family, who are they monitoring? For yourself? No, as a scientific organization, there is no need for them to do this, and only His Majesty the King cares about the actions of Duke Tripati.

He is the patriarch of the wall-riding faction, or the grand duke who has mastered the 3 star systems and countless connections, so he naturally has to pay attention to it, and it is best to be able to tie a chain around his neck, in fact, the tightening spell is not bad.

How can the Armed Forces of God appear in "Aradel", gain a foothold in "Gypsyl", and set up a branch in "Kehanos", how can they not visit the docks in advance?

Zanggowell was suppressed by Henrietta for so many years and could not turn over, so he was naturally happy to cooperate with the armed forces of God in order to turn the political situation and change from a puppet monarch to a real ninety-five supreme.

In recent years, the reason why the old-school forces have been losing and retreating one after another, has changed from an advantage to a balance of power, and from a balance of power to a slight disadvantage at present. God's armament is indispensable. Just like deceiving Congreve and living in the "Rurzan" scientific research park for forbidden research, they have gone deep into the various noble territories of the kingdom, using various shady ways to eat away at the strength of the old school forces, radiating the political influence of Zanggowell, so as to achieve the goal of win-win cooperation. For example, the death of Congreve, such as the scene carefully arranged by Terrow under the guidance of Zangowill, which appeared to be aimed at Captain Tang, was actually a conspiracy to kick off the political counteroffensive.

In all fairness, as a human emperor, he is already very qualified, even if he is not wise and martial, he can be resourceful. He had to be such a person because there was no way back, because he couldn't help himself.

Henrietta forced him before. Now he forced Henrietta.

This is the ugliness of politics, and this is the helplessness of politicians.

As for Zangowill's answer, Tramont really didn't understand, and he didn't want to delve into it, because it was just a casual question, since the always wise brother chose to hide it, it meant that he didn't need to know.

So he wisely put an end to the doubts in his heart and said, "Brother, don't worry. I'll be on time for the joint council. ”

Praise Will bowed slightly: "The car is close to the cliff, and it only takes a push." ”

This sentence was addressed to Tramon. It's also for yourself.

"Brother, it's late at night, please rest early."

His Majesty looked at his brother on the other end of the screen: "Helois is back, aren't you going to see her?" ”

"Herois back?" Tramon smiled.

It is not a laugh that is sarcastic at the beginning, nor is it a smile that is gratifying just now, but a laugh full of doting.

"Please tell her. I'll see her as soon as I'm done. ”

"Okay."

Zangowell disconnected himself from his brother, stepped down from his high-backed chair, and walked toward the temple gate.

The rustle of leather boots on the carpet made him accustomed to wearing tight-fitting clothing, even in his bedroom. Because that brings a sense of security.

Although he is the emperor of the world and the supreme of the country, he can't find a place where he can really feel at ease when he looks up at the vast starry sky.

He pushed open the door and walked down the corridor, two guards following to the left and right, always keeping a distance of one body.

The pitch-black paint of the Holy Cult Army-grade power armor reflected a cold light, and neither the night nor the light color could change the heavy and cold aura of the steel knife. And, of course, the guards' unchanging faces.

Melol had wondered if they had been infected by Zanggowell and expressed concern about the mental health of these people.

Zangowell explained that they were called Black Samurai, not White Samurai, so ...... Uncle was too worried.

Trist was at the end, like a ghost huddled in the back of Zanggowell, his black silk robe scurrying behind his feet, looking more and more eerie.

He was a close retainer of His Majesty the King, and naturally a clever fellow with a keen political mind.

When Tramon heard that Helois had returned, he was simply happy, which was a kind of doting emotion of the elders for the juniors.

He's different, he thinks more.

What did Helois bring back with her sudden return? ...... the hell she What did you bring back?

Zangowell was delighted, his steps were lighter than ever, and Trist was uncomfortable, thinking about the questions as he briskly followed.

His Majesty's smile is rare, and some foreign collectors are willing to spend hundreds of millions of stars on photos of him smiling. It's a pity that for so many years, no one has gotten their wish.

Hehe...... Hehehe...... Hehehehehe.

The empty corridor reminds me of a dry and stiff smile, like someone sanding the walls with sandpaper.

The flowers on both sides of the promenade trembled slightly.

The master of the voice is Zanggowill, the ever-expressionless Zangowill.

Trist froze in place, the figure farther and farther away from his footsteps.

Hymn Will won't tell anyone that this is just a rehearsal in preparation to be able to stand in the Tower of Howl Square and laugh.

He hadn't laughed in a long time......

He didn't know what kind of expressions people would look at when they saw him laughing, maybe some would laugh, some would cry, some would not even cry

Tonight, the moon is hidden and the stars are hidden, the clouds lock the sky, and His Majesty the King tries to smile.

This is a day that should be remembered.

Tonight, it's Terro's first seven, but unfortunately no one knows, and naturally there will be no candle lighting.

………………

While the turmoil in and out of the United Kingdom of Turax continues, and the tide is surging, the Georgian star system, which is at the center of the storm, is calm...... At least on the surface, it's calm.

The wreckage of the Sullylon's military harbor no longer bouncing arcs, and no debris continued to go away, just suspended silently in the dark of space, in a deathly silence, and black beyond the night.

"Lesie" is also very calm, people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, carefully living their own lives.

Without the nobility and dignitaries, they are still alive and well, and even more nourishing. Because the thieves and hooligans who roamed the streets disappeared cleanly overnight, and the grassroots government employees became polite and easy to speak, the patrolmen would look up from time to time, look up at the warplanes whistling in the sky with doubts and fears, and then swallow the saliva in their throats.

The "Lesie" situation did not fall into war without the aristocracy as the government advertised, and the end of the world without the dignitaries. The moral standards that maintain the stability of human society are still there, and more importantly, there are two invisible hands above the clouds, guarding those kind civilians.

2,000 kilometers to the north of the Yankee continent, the weather has been clear for several days, and the warm sun falls on the calm water, reflecting a very soft glow.

This kind of weather is suitable for going out on vacation, well, driving a small yacht, bringing three or two beauties, whether it is fishing, or enjoying the sea breeze and warm sun, it is good.

Tang Fang didn't have a yacht before, and now he doesn't, he just has a floating city, a very big floating city, not to mention pretending to be three or two beauties, even if there are thousands of people, it is a piece of cake. (To be continued......)