Jiaxia's eyebrows were raised, and he did not give in, and solemnly retorted without humility or arrogance: "Your Excellency, history is a crystallization formed by the condensation of a series of small changes, and each variable has a transformative power that cannot be ignored. If we condone the wanton rampage of those saboteurs, perhaps the consequences will be even more uncontrollable than the disaster caused by the "Red Cultists" who ignited the fire and then the People's Revolutionary Party (PBR) raged in the past. ”

Metis gave a rare look of approval: "It's really precise. I'll take care of that as well, Gahia. ”

Jiaxia smiled crisply: "I'll take care of it." ”

He gave a neat salute and withdrew from Metis's sight.

Metis had maintained a slightly haughty and stiff stance until Gahia withdrew, when she was like a biochemical doll that had been stripped of her whole body energy, and Huo Ran sat down, kneeling cross-legged in a round oval halo maglev chair.

She furrowed her naturally bright silver eyebrows, and her slightly closed eyes revealed the exhaustion of energy. But, strangely, this feeling of exhaustion and prostration made her thoughts clearer, and even violently evoked longing—eighty percent of them were in this place, so that Metis could not feign indifference, and the force field in her cells was so intense that the memories of the traveling king were polished out of stalactite pillars of perseverance.

Everything is so lifelike that it was a second ago...

"Metis, I hope that you, in addition to your position as Chairman of the Galactic Community, can you take on the task entrusted by the Regent Prime Minister while I am gone, okay?"

"This is a heavy honor, Your Majesty, and I doubt that I will be able to bear such a burden."

"I understand. Your intellect is definitely enough to master a trick of this magnitude. ”

Leora sat on a pure white gravity-defying cushion, out of his usual coldness, perhaps he had packed the shadow of depression with the starship "Drifter" to the long-distance satellite base.

He groaned slightly, as if he had made a relieved decision, and showed a rare smile to Metis: "What's more, along with the responsibility entrusted to you, I will also attach a small gift. Just take it as a token when I'm away, whether it's a pastime or a practical operation, it's all up to you. ”

Metis was stunned to realize that he had been stunned for too long. He was shocked, and felt that his lack of alertness was so far that something was very wrong.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to drive away the distracting thoughts that were dancing and wandering in her body, but the clear and distant smile kept approaching. She bit her lower lip tightly, and suddenly felt something in her body being tied up very tightly and tightly, and she was very anxious, but those memories were just indiscriminate, like euphemism from a bottle that had been plucked from the piston...

That trust, which contained trust and sincerity, was the first gift of affection in her life. She never knew that she still had the qualifications to be taken seriously.

In an instant, she developed an unparalleled love for the king who stared at her with a smile in front of her. For the first time in her life, she opened the seal she had sealed to the beginning, and silently made a vow to her past and future self.

"It is to accomplish the keep, by whatever means or means."

Metis coldly reminded himself that he must keep the Multistar Federation in the most perfect condition. For her, this supercluster across five galaxies is the metaphysical embodiment of Leora. On the premise of this demand, she resorted to a combination of hard and soft methods, even high-handed methods that were not noble at all, including the execution and exile of some opposition parties.

In addition to the all-encompassing repression, co-ordination and murder, the "Galactic Community", the political party she leads, occupies nearly three-quarters of the seats in the parliament - except for Orsha, the "Snow Queen" of the Pumol family who has long since retired to the interior, or controls the super power system of the Multistar Federation under the table, forming a circular symbiotic structure with her on each Yangguan Road and a single-plank bridge, and no one can compare with her.

She has unmatched power over life and death, and is a loyal subordinate who is overridden by her strength and intelligence. There is no one who can call her "red-eyed" as a child, but she still doesn't feel comfortable.

Until Gahia. Merlin, her half-brother, came to her with black hair and blue eyes that were not inferior to her cunning ability, and she felt a strange sense of steadiness.

She discreetly used Kahia to hide their blood relationship. She knew that Garhia had an extraordinary affection for her, but she couldn't open up to it at all. Standing in the way of her confessing her true feelings to her brother is her strong hatred for the Merlin family, although she...

Suddenly, the strange sensation that had been unformed in his mind suddenly took shape, forcibly flowing through the current energy range around Metis. She quickly looked back, sensing signs of an intrusion

"That's so sensitive, honorable Prime Minister."

Metis faced the self-opening magnetic door, and the blonde youth with his hands in his coat pockets seemed to open a path dyed of photon particles for himself, walking with graceful steps.

Metis was so calm that he was even a little depressed: "Yerna. How did you get in Haifaat? ”

The blond young man showed off his figure as a peacock and pulled out a sophisticated instrument from the inside of his collar: "I invented an anti-detector that can avoid your seamless scanning system." ”

"Do you know you've broken the Cluster Federal Law, and I have the right to vaporize you?"

Metis said lightly.

The pleasant smile that was originally on Haifaat's lips suddenly turned into a chilling coldness: "I don't know who is going to be gasified?" Do you think I'm going to be unprepared, like a don Quixote, brandishing a wooden knife and invading your sphere of influence? ”

Metis looked at him contemptuously: "Presumably, you must have brought something good to serve me, right?" ”

At first hearing Metis's bitter contempt, Haifar smiled sincerely, and the original coldness seemed to be absent: "It really looks like your mood! A traitor to the Merlin family, a dictator of the Galactic Community, here and now is the end of your life. ”

Metis retorted nonchalantly, "You're so confident, Professor." ”

Haifa's smiling brow was like a delicate mask that froze all life force, and the muscles of his whole body were delicately alert. In a formal tone of regret, he said: "Actually, I have no emotional hatred for you, Prime Minister. It's just an action – an action that I have to help someone to bring about your death in order to fulfill the necessary strategy for him. ”