Imperial Medial-Pastoral District.

In this age of steam, a strict epidemic prevention system is implemented underneath the medical and pastoral areas. The walkway is filled with the smell of hydrogen peroxide, and kerosene lamps provide a dim light here. Doctors in biohazard suits walk through the concrete walkway.

In a concrete pool four meters high and two basketball courts underground, a group of people were dragged out, and these people were cuffed to iron rings around their necks, hands and feet, and they were dying at this time, and their bodies were covered with terrible red chickenpox. It was a terrible plague.

It can be said that the stability of the empire is based on violence. Every year, people who rob the rice grain locally are captured by the Empire, some are sent to the mines, some are sold to the plantations in the south, and of course, some unlucky eggs are sent here for biochemical experiments.

The empire was not short of food, but the empire needed slaves. The empire has the art of making grain, and the empire's grain making technology can feed people, but the empire's organizational power is not enough to organize these people who are being fed.

It's not that the grain makers are not kind, but that people who are not bound by ideals and goals are prone to breed ugliness, and ugliness discourages kindness.

Seven thousand years ago, at the end of the religious era, the last group of god-believing grain makers traveled to the continent with compassion, but each time they rescued, they created disasters.

Among the people they saved, careerists would always be born in all kinds of accidents. And the instigation of careerists can always win the hearts of the people every time. When you are full, you want beautiful clothes, you want beautiful women, and if you have women, you want to use all kinds of means to force others to obey you.

And each time, the grain makers will eventually be controlled and held hostage by careerists. Then these people who survived, but because they did not work, lost their responsibilities, were like locusts, robbing, destroying, and indulging their desires. The robbing and violent Rogue Wars caused far more death than famine in the Eastern Continent.

Ugliness scared away goodness, so 6,500 years ago, the grain makers would no longer save irrelevant people, they recognized reality and became lords under the aristocratic order. And the world entered the Beast Calendar, and the world began to use tyranny to solve the problem of food shortage for the people.

Under the tyranny of the Empire, there is no hunger. Because the empire had enough food to feed the slaves who could create value under the imperial system. As for the free people who are not chained, the empire can't squeeze anything, so it doesn't matter. Cities are filled with hungry freedmen, and on the mine plantations are half-fed, but scarred slaves.

The traditional aristocracy, with its wolf nature, now looked forward to the freedmen to revolt in the famine, so that the army could legitimately turn these freedmen into slaves who had voluntarily violated the order of the empire.

Back in the tunnel, at the edge of the cement pool, in a full suit, holding an electric searchlight, a new invention of the Imperial Mechanical Academy. In Xiyun's hands, a very strong light shone on the sick human body in the pool.

Princess Xiyun's beautiful and clear face did not have any emotion. It's the same gaze that a physician on Earth looks at a lab rat.

The physician who followed him with the information and explained: "Our antibodies did not work in the No. 3 experimental cell. Plague No. 246 may have mutated. The Committee recommended that plague No. 246 be sealed. ”

Xiyun: "Keep the strain, continue the experiment, and don't have to seal it." ”

"Seal it now" Another voice came from the entrance of the hall, and Princess Colored Mirror in a rubber hazmat suit walked in.

"Auntie" Xiyun said hello. Of course, the two are more like sisters. The age difference is five years.

After the mirror arrived, the surrounding physicians stepped back, leaving the two royal women behind.

After the people around him left, Caijing said to Xiyun with a serious face: "Article 73 of the Regulations of Chapter 13 of the Plague Experiment of the Medical Priest, when encountering a mutation of the disease strain, multiple experiments are needed to determine the effectiveness of the vaccine. ”

Xiyun: "Auntie, there is no absolutely stable diseased strain. The use of the Imperial Rainforest, in that complex environment, no matter how we control it, will spawn diseases that we don't expect, and we can't because—"

"Bang" color mirror slapped Xiyun.

Scolded: "Holding a medical knife, you must know the boundaries of your vocation." ”

A red palm print appeared on Xiyun's face, but he still explained with a smile: "As long as the Imperial Army keeps hot water to drink and rinses and showers every day, it will not be infected." Moreover, the delivery method is an unmanned airship, and there will be no infection of Imperial soldiers during the drop, after which the Empire will block the southern border. ”

Caijing wanted to interrupt Xiyun's quibble.

Xiyun quickened his tone and said, "The diseased strain was brought by you from Roland Port, and I am just researching it on your basis, and I will not hide your main credit in the application." ”

Colored mirror: "Enough! ”

Her Royal Highness, the former sapphire princess of the empire, looked at this junior, who was several times smaller than herself, with a look of jealousy. "This is rodent transmission, and it is very likely that it will be epidemic within the territory of the empire, don't you think about the consequences?"

Xiyun looked at the colored mirror, and his smile turned into a "sigh": "The empire can't stand the constant bleeding in the south. ”

Caijing, who is from the imperial lineage, grew up in a warmer environment, and she has a doting mother, so there is softness in her heart.

However, Xiyun, who was born on the side of the empire, has a competitive personality in order to return to the main vein from the branch vein. In order to get the best, she is often desperate.

The environment determines character.

[The fifteenth floor of the Imperial Celestial Tower, a high-secret communication room, is one of the few places in the Empire where you can use a telegraph for long-distance communication. 】

Throughout the Empire, there is only a facility for direct dialogue between His Majesty the Emperor and high-ranking nobles, and this facility is only available in the secret room of the head of the Gunflame Family to talk to the Emperor. However, Binghe has never seen it, only Binghe's eldest brother Sifen often goes in and out of the family's secret room.

However, now, Binghe is using this facility to talk to his father in the imperial capital.

Walking into one of the communication rooms of the Celestial Tower, Binghe came to the crystal pillar, pressed his hand on the metal ball like a scepter, and turned on the communication technique (receiving electromagnetic messages) and the development technique.

The image of Flame Fen, who raised his wrist and looked at his watch, appeared on the crystal pillar. After seeing Binghe go online, the earl took a closer look at Binghe.

"Father, you're well." Binghe speaks weakly, but politely greetings.

"It's not very good, I've been angry with you a lot in the past few years." The Earl said.

In the past few years, Binghe wrote a letter from the air, rejecting the recall of the Gun Flame family, which challenged the authority of the patriarch of the family. And the authority of the father.

Binghe muttered, "Aren't I coming back?" ”

Si Fen said unhappily: "Very good, continue to top, just quarrel with me." And then don't come back. ”

Binghe obediently shut up.

Si Fen said, "I heard that you have rejected Your Majesty's reward. ”

Binghe: "Yes. ”

Sifen: "Tell me why. ”

Binghe: "No merit is not punished, high-profile work, low-key life." When our abilities are recognized by the whole empire, it will be ours and will not be given to us less. ”

Si Fen nodded, looking at it with appreciation: "Very good, I really can't see such a thorough gaze." It's really late (late ripening). ”

Hearing this, the corners of Binghe's mouth pursed aggrievedly, and said in a very emotional tone: "Father, I am not late wisdom, but your skill of checks and balances makes me have no time to be smart. Back then, there were frequent conflicts between me and Liyun, and you knew but didn't stop it, can I boldly speculate now that your purpose in doing this is to smooth out the edges and corners of one of us and understand the sinister human heart. ”

Si Fen was stunned, then nodded, noncommittal.

Binghe glanced at the father with a resentful gaze: "It's just that when I sober up, I always wondered, who in the family looked more like a seeded player at that time?" Who looks more like the jade that should be polished? The more I thought about it, the more my heart became blocked. ”

Sifen's face gradually became more serious, and his eyes were surprised and a little embarrassed. Back then, in order to take care of Liyun, he did be more frank with Liyun in the conflict between the two, so that in the battle between Binghe and Liyun, Liyun felt happy, and Binghe felt aggrieved.

And now facing the son who is already a fortress, in order to maintain the image of his father, the Earl uses prevarication and a gentle tone: "Don't be cranky. You are my son, Liyun is my granddaughter, there is no such sinister in the family. ”

Binghe 'smirked': "I know that the family is not so sinister, and the losing party in the struggle will be reprimanded at most, and then completely neglected, and will not be like walking on thin ice like outside." You see, I decided to go into self-imposed exile a few years ago in order not to embarrass you. For the sake of the family, (Binghe pretended to suck his nose) No matter how much hardship I suffered, no matter how many tears I shed, it was worth it. ”

pretending to be weak, pretending to be pitiful, and at the same time using a tone that seems to understand righteousness, Bingnu forcibly skinned himself for a few years, washed whiter than a lotus. Of course, if you want to dismiss Binghe's absurd remarks, the family's coldness and ruthlessness will be exposed at a glance.

In the face of Binghe's fancy defense, Lord Earl was speechless for a few seconds.

He took a deep breath and said, "It seems that all worries about you are unnecessary. In the past few years outside, you have grown in your skills. ”

After confirming that he had successfully countered the authority of the feudal chief, he accepted it when he saw it, and said in a serious tone: "Manipulating people's hearts has always been a small way, and it is the royal way to drive people to create interests with interests based on the general righteousness." The Gun Flame family has always been a mechanic family, with self-defense force, which can bring benefits to other families that cannot be refused. Family members don't have to waste too much effort on camping. ”

Si Fen opened her mouth and found that there was nothing to say, and there was no room for education about Binghe. And Binghe's playful performance is aimed at letting the feudal patriarch's father take care of himself without hurting the feelings of father and son.

The frustrated Earl felt for the first time that he was getting old. After a long pause, the old father spoke again and said in a slightly helpless tone: "When are you going to return to the family?" ”

Binghe: "In three months, everything is on track here, and then I'll go home." ”

Si Fen nodded and said, "It's okay, let's come back with Liyun." ”