281 The eyes are not clean

A hovercar with a military license plate left the mountain villa area, harvesting the straight-line distance between the place and the main city ahead at an efficiency close to the speed of sound.

From a distance, the city's tall buildings seem to shoot straight into the sky, and in order to accommodate more people, there is an average stretch of more than 500 meters below the city.

Sometimes human society is so weird.

Obviously, there are so many beautiful places on the outskirts of the city, but they have to go to the core area of the city, even if it is for this.

Yang Luo crossed Erlang's legs and looked at himself in the projection mirror, this stiff little suit was on his body, and his freshly washed short hair stood up one by one, so clean that his scalp seemed to be handsome and chic.

Today's party is to make good friends with a few imperial nobles.

Yaha's star is now almost his second home base, and it is here that Hui Saka made his fortune after coming out of Saka, and it is here that the White Ghost takes off his mask and holds the olive branch thrown by the Empire.

Maybe it's because of the change in mentality, the big stone called Valkyrie suspended above his head has finally moved most of it, and Yang Luo has now subconsciously begun to enjoy the scenery outside the window.

The rings are like movable cages that trap this beautiful planet.

The mountains, seas, lakes and sky seem to maintain their original colors, but in fact, they are beautiful scenery planned by human beings with almost endless energy.

Yang Luo glanced at the empty seat beside him.

Catherine didn't want to go to the aristocratic banquet, and told Yang Luo with a straight face:

'I know how depraved and corrupt the nobles of the Empire are, and I understand your current situation, you are not like ordinary reformers, you must gain a firm foothold in the political circles of the Empire.

But I don't want you to have dealings with women who don't do anything dirty.

If you have intimate contact with other women during our relationship, and I mean that contact, then you can just tell me and we can revert back to being normal friends.

You have fulfilled all my fantasies about love, but I am not destined to be someone else's partner, and I have my own calling. ’

Mission.

Yang Luo scratched his forehead and sat down in a comfortable chair and fell into deep thought.

He's not, a little gram of his girlfriend.

It's not right, you see that Windsor is fine now, after the success of his studies in the new federation, he returned to Luofeng to join the Ministry of Finance, and with "My Chancellor of the Exchequer's Father", he successfully became a little star in the department.

But Hera.

When Yang Luo meditated for the past two days, Hera's helpless and hollow eyes always appeared in front of him.

It was as if they were back in Hera's messy villa, back to that holiday when they dared to challenge the new Federation's secret base at the first moment.

Yang Luo tapped his watch and opened the text chat with the law.

One by one, I still don't dare to go deep into the Emperor Star Circle, and using text chat is a way to reduce the transmission of information and minimize the possibility of being invaded.

'How is Hera doing now?' ’

Ryu: 'Research is still ongoing. ’

If you have the chance, bring her back for the need for supplies, and I'll teach her more, there is always a limit to what can be done on board. ’

'Understood, boss. Here is a list of some of the nobles who will be attending the banquet, and I can only gather information through their social networks, which is not very comprehensive, and there are about four people who can be befriended......

Ritsu quickly got into the working state, and Yang Luo looked at the list carefully.

His mental power has been continuously enhanced, and his shorthand ability has also improved a lot, although he is not as memorable as Bligh, but it is naturally easy to remember this bit of information. ,

Tonight there was a grand duke, three counts, and two countesses present at the banquet.

"Are the great nobles of the empire so idle?"

"No, boss, these are all nobles outside of Yaha, who flew here in the last two days, it is estimated that Atro deliberately leaked the news, and he has a very wide network in the aristocratic circle. '

Yang Luo shook his head and smiled.

This Dong Atero, the enemy's intelligence can't be obtained, and there is a lot of aristocratic intelligence, so let's simply set up an aristocratic gossip department in the Military Intelligence Bureau, and Lieutenant Colonel Atro must be particularly competent as the director of this division.

Outside the window, a number of towering buildings were quickly crossed.

Yang Luo began to close his eyes and adjust his state.

After seeing the emperor's hard party, he was also quite interested in the social etiquette of these nobles.

The new Federation, outside the city of Minter.

A medium-sized transport ship slowly flew to the temporary inspection port and is applying for entry.

Councilor Allison stood in front of the porthole, staring at the wreckage of the battleship suspended near the synchronous orbit, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Boss."

A young man in the back bowed his head and said:

"The meeting time over there has been set, it's this afternoon, and almost all the councillors who left Mint City have returned, and you're not the latest."

"Alas," Allison's countenance seemed to age a few years overnight, "Isn't it unfair to the Empire, the most powerful Empire, the strongest White Ghost?" ā€

The young man did not speak, but bowed his head and sighed.

Allison frowned tightly: "I put all my bets here, but when a strong enemy comes to the door, this place is so fragile and unbearable. The invincible ship regiment of the Empire, the high-level insect swarm outside of human civilization, what will be next? ā€

"Chief," the young man muttered a little apprehensively, "to be honest, our home planet may not be much to a government like the Sherman Empire, the new Federation. ā€

"Our home planet is yes, our home planet is still waiting."

Allison thought of the content of the thought seal he had set up, and laughed dumbly.

These guys don't know that their home planet, their homeland, is actually the planet in front of them.

However, Allison's entire organization is based on such a concept, and now everyone in the organization is willing to sacrifice themselves for his home planet.

"The new federation is still there," Allison regained his composure and regained his spirits, "The Empire's style of play is either to fight a war of annihilation, or to teach the new federation a lesson, which has created more conditions for us." ā€

"Yes, this time I will definitely take the opportunity to clean up some of the old people in the political party."

"Don't be so blunt."

Allison frowned, took out a soft handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

"We're just helping the party to complete its metabolism so that the party can maintain sufficient vitality."

"yes, that's it."

Allison looked out the window at the planet, a sharp light passing through his eyes.

White ghost, why are you there every time.

Falling Wind Empire, Imperial Palace.

Edwan sat in his office chair and let out a slight snoring sound on and off.

Two beautiful maids and ministers were sorting out the documents that Edwang had given instructions to see if there were any missing areas.

This dormitory was also divided into an office area by Edwang, and there was a long conference table not far away, which was one of the fixed places for Edwang to discuss state affairs with his ministers on weekdays.

The door of the dormitory was pushed open a crack, and Emilia, with her double ponytail, looked over, gently pushed the door open, and beckoned several maids with lunch to enter with her.

Emilia asked in a breathy voice, "How long has the royal brother been sleeping?" ā€

"It's been a long time," the minister next to him whispered, "you come and wake up Your Majesty, eat something and go to bed, we don't dare to disturb Your Majesty." ā€

"Is he usually so you?"

"Your Majesty is generous and tolerant, but the rules in the palace still have to be followed...... We don't want to lose this high-paying job. ā€

Obviously, the two maids were already quite familiar with Emilia, and they were mostly joking when they talked.

Emilia tiptoed behind Edward, opened her hand to scare Edwan, and then had a flash of inspiration, pinched her throat and said:

"Your Majesty! Count Yang Luo asks to see you!"

"Huh?"

Edwan immediately bounced up, his eyes bursting with a sharp light.

"You don't have to let him wait outside after he comes in, are you new and don't know the rules?"

With a snort, Emilia couldn't help but laugh, and several maids also smiled lightly.

"Tease you! Count Yang Luo is a busy man, how can he have time to come and see us!"

"You," Edwang shook his head, "it's okay not to joke about such a big thing, if he comes back suddenly, something big must happen." ā€

Emilia laughed, "Didn't he just come back for a vacation?" ā€

"And then? What happened? A full-scale war between the Empire and the New Federation, and the city of Minte has all but fallen. ā€

Edwang stretched and looked at the table full of delicious food, and suddenly showed a satisfied smile.

He casually opened the projection screen on the side, and some industry-related data slid inside, and Edwang scrutinized it little by little.

"Brother Huang! You've got gray hair!"

Emilia tugged at Edwan's head, pointed to a few gray hairs at the roots, and complained:

"You're not married! Haven't had enough nutrition lately? Did you not eat on time, or did you not sleep again? ā€

"I've been busy lately," Edwan yawned, "you go down and rest, I'll call you after eating." ā€

The maids bowed and bowed their heads and walked away quickly.

Edwang turned on the guard near his desk, chewed a juicy piece of roast meat in his mouth, and gently moved his palms around his neck.

Edwan asked, "How did you do it?" ā€

"Princess Ben will come out in person, of course, there will be no problem," Emilia said with a smile, "I have cleared out the patents of those two companies, and the personnel have also completed the rehiring, and those two companies are now only empty shells, and they can continue to transfer assets in the new federation with capital injection later!"

Edwan smiled.

It didn't matter in itself, it was just a matter of giving Emilia something to do and exercise the guy who had been lazy in her normal days.

He asked with a straight face: "Well, do you need to be rewarded for letting you do such a complicated thing?" ā€

"Brother Huang, if you have time to spend more time with me!"

Emilia pressed Edwan's shoulder, leaned over to the side, and looked at Edwan's table full of food, as if she suddenly had something on her mind, and she was a little distracted.

Edwan asked, "What's wrong?" Want to travel again? ā€

Emilia straightened up and folded her arms: "I suddenly thought that there would be a shadow of him behind this conflict between the New Federation and the Empire. ā€

"Yang Luo? Unlikely. ā€

Edwan sighed:

"You can't help but underestimate the Sherman Empire, and think too highly of him."

"No matter how strong the strength of the individual is, in the face of the national strength of such a strong country, it is actually not worth mentioning, he is just a knife now, a knife in the hands of the emperor, the aristocracy, and the military department."

"To be honest, if he can't take this opportunity as soon as possible to stabilize the political environment in the Sherman Empire, find his position, and find a faction to rely on, he will lose the opportunity to enter the center of power in the empire."

"And don't forget, the center of power in the empire itself is very large, and princes and old princesses, if you want to count, they can be regarded as the center of power in the empire."

Emilia muttered to herself, "Brother Emperor, you mean that he needs to change from a knife to a person who holds a knife?" ā€

"Not bad."

"Could he not have thought of that?" Emilia asked worriedly, "Do we need to warn him?" After all, he was born as a warrior, and his thinking may not be too complicated. ā€

"Don't interfere, let him handle it himself."

Edwan smiled and shook his head:

"Amilia, our downwind is too small, his ideals and vision are too ambitious, and it is impossible to come back if we can't frustrate him."

"Your thoughts, your brother, I understand, I will not interfere or hinder you."

"But there's only one thing you have to remember."

"I—I don't have any thoughts," Emilia turned her head to look to the side, the corners of her mouth bulging slightly, "don't talk nonsense, I'm not an adult yet." ā€

Edwan couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand: "I really don't have the heart, you demolished the ten-square-meter ceiling photo of your bedroom!"

"Don't! I spent a lot of money to get a master painter to paint it!"

"Who in the palace doesn't know that you have a crush on Yang Luo now!"

"Phew! I'm hanging a picture of my spiritual teacher in my own bedroom, is there a problem!"

Emilia shook her head, and her double ponytails swayed slightly:

"Who dares to say that I deduct their salaries! Get busy and ignore you! I kindly sent you food, but I was squeezed by you, that is the light of my life! Do you understand the lantern!"

Edwan couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead, sat on the chair and groaned a few times, and then continued to fill his stomach while reading various reports.

For the ideals in his heart, he forgot to sleep and eat, worked day and night, and never regretted the gradual widening of his clothes and belts, and made people haggard for Yi.

And a certain Falling Wind Dark King...... It is cool.

"Your Excellency, you can't drink too much, get up and drink, don't think that you can lie on the table at the age of ninety-eight."

"Madam, be respectful, there is a lot of public here, and I am the one who has a girlfriend."

"Why is the music gone, keep playing, keep dancing."

In the Sherman Empire's Imperial Star Circle Yahaxing, in a certain splendid banquet hall with a height of more than twenty meters, Yang Luo calmly sat on the main seat of the banquet, looking at the table full of drunk nobles, and couldn't help but laugh twice.

Who gave these guys the courage to compare the amount of wine with the ancient god lifeforms.

Not to mention the wine made from this organic matter, even if it is a chemically synthesized neurological reagent, he doesn't get drunk in it!

On the dance floor, more than a dozen men and women continue to dance to the music, this is the dance company invited tonight.

Today's saying that it is a banquet, in fact, it is a group of nobles who invite Yang Luo, a popular fried chicken in the aristocratic circle, to dinner, and get in touch with Yang Luo, which is very boring except for greetings.

Atro, the 'initiator' of this meal, was sitting crookedly on the sofa at the moment, turning his head and retching from time to time.

He really didn't expect that Yang Luo could really drink.

Not only can you drink, but you can also come up with a set of etiquette for drinking.

Yang Luo walked up to Lieutenant Colonel Atro with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Are you still awake?" ā€

"When...... Of course, hiccup!"

Yang Luo patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and said softly: "I have already paid the fee, I will be here today, and I will arrange their accommodation when I wake up later, and I will go back first if it's okay." ā€

Atro shouted indistinctly, "How, oops, why are you going to pay...... This is a major dereliction of duty, no, dereliction of duty, dereliction of duty! According to the rules you set, I will punish myself, and I will punish myself with three cups!"

Yang Luo smiled and got up to leave.

Wow!

The orchestra in the corner suddenly changed, and the light in the hall gradually dimmed.

Yang Luo frowned slightly, instantly drove away the trace of drunkenness, and looked left and right vigilantly.

The dance floor is prominently lit.

The dance troupe on the dance floor actually posed in the shape of a 'peacock opening screen', and there seemed to be a figure swaying slightly inside.

Also, the repertoire?

Yang Luo raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, his gaze swept everywhere, and his vigilance was already full.

The orchestra began to play passionately, the music was like wild horses on the loose, and in the middle of the dance floor, the male and female dancers danced a 'tap'-like dance, the rhythm was very distinct, and it was really good to watch.

Yang Luo calmly took out the access terminal, and couldn't help but want to take a picture of Catherine.

However, just as he turned on the ambient recording mode, the group of dancers suddenly withdrew, leaving only a tall back on the dance floor, and a spotlight hit this figure, and the rest of the dancers became the foil of this person.

What's the situation?

Is this what Atro said about souvenirs? But doesn't this look like a girl?

This buttocks can be compared to Edwang......

The orchestra's tempo became soothing again, and the man, who had always had his back to Yang Luo, began to dance.

This dance posture is really good, with a combination of rigidity and softness, and deep artistic attainments.

Just when Yang Luo felt that this was a simple dance program, the man in the center of the dance floor turned around, held a red flower in his mouth, knelt down on one knee in the direction where Yang Luo was, and under the impetus of several dancers, leaned on the small wheel under him, and quickly rushed towards Yang Luo.

"Oh! Great White Ghost! Please receive from the Lasoga family!"

Yang Luo picked up an empty wine bottle, shook the structure of the wine bottle out of a crack first, and by the way, controlled the force of his hand, and smashed it directly at the coquettish man in front of him.

Wow.

The orchestra in the corner finally stopped playing, and more than a dozen performers stared at the side, and the group of dancers were shocked one by one.

Yang Luo looked at the young nobleman in front of him with a high butt and cheeks rubbing the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head and walked towards the door of the banquet hall.

Made!

There's dirt.

In Ritsu's thinking space, Ritsu was leaning forward and leaning back while holding her stomach and laughing, but laughing and laughing, she suddenly remembered something and hurried to check her memo.

Well, it seems, it seems, probably, that she forgot to tell her boss about this young nobleman!

Everyone was still comrades-in-arms before.