Chapter 516: The Great Plunder (4)

In times of war, the army is able to give a great sense of security.

But because of the existence of demons, after the unification of mankind, people gradually forgot that the army was used to kill each other in all the past history.

So when peace comes like this, the army. Beginning inexplicably, giving humans a certain kind of uneasiness from the heart.

We are such strange creatures, fearful and powerful, but also resistant to the powerful.

Before the opening of the Sacred Calendar, there was also an era named after the [A.D.], and during that period, the president, the prime minister, and the emperor of the country, before they ascended to the throne, the first thing they had to hold in their hands was the military power. This seems to be unknown to many of the people of the empire, and only those who are familiar with history, especially the history of the pre-Sacred Calendar, will know it.

This hall of succession lasted for four months due to the influence of the new succession model, but when the Moriarty monarch officially ascended the throne, in just three days, the entire empire was back on track, as if the entire succession ceremony was a vigorous dream, and even the closure of the gates of hell was not worth leaving some joy aftermath.

The soldiers of the advance team of the expeditionary force were the last to return home, they fought in front of the gates of hell for a whole year, experienced the bloodiest battles, lost their closest comrades, and the smoke and scars on their bodies were enough to give them the highest glory in any era, and on the way back to their hometowns, whether it was the government, the parish, or even the gentry and mayor of the town, they had to personally put down their knives and forks and come to the middle of the road to greet them.

However, these imaginary images rarely appeared, and in the first week of Moriarty's reign, it seemed that the whole empire had fallen into a kind of cold silence, and people commuted to work on time, looked at newspapers that no longer preached the victory of the war, and the radio resumed the programs that had long been tired of listening.

This kind of calm easily brought the people of the empire back to their original lives, until one day after dinner, a child suddenly took out two demon dolls and collided on the bed, simulating the scene of the battle between the contractor and the demon on the battlefield, the family suddenly remembered, yes, the war is over, and the new era does not seem to have changed.

The ancient Roman city of law, the political center of the empire, had been soaked in a cold and solemn atmosphere for centuries, but in the months since the succession ceremony, the city seems to have become a little more impersonal, and I don't know why, the air is filled with a sense of steel hardness, and colleagues only nod their heads slightly when they meet on the street, and they don't even bother to speak.

Because they're so tired.

I don't know how to complain yet, because in the whole city of law, the more powerful the people are, the more tired they are, the leaders of all departments are busy like dogs, and the king named Moriarty is like a robot, he can go days and nights without rest. He was not a tyrant, but he was definitely an emperor who did not know how to be considerate of his subordinates, and as soon as he came to power, he began a series of very inhumane overtime, and the workload of government personnel in the whole city increased dramatically, as if he wanted to understand all the ways in which all the departments of the empire had worked for centuries, and then carry out a terrible overhaul.

However, the current operation of the empire is based on the system of mutual cooperation formed by Augustine the Great after 60 years of training, and how can it be reformed because of a young king.

In the Emperor's Palace, a maid has taken all the areas of the building to heart, and has 'ruthlessly' converted the lounge, guest rooms, flower beds, concert halls, and other facilities into repositories for documents. Like an evil steward who had no mercy for her master, she told all the servants of the mansion that the new king of Moriarty did not need a piano, no flowers, no music, no food, no meditation, no tea, no wine, and even that he did not seek the taste of food, but only that it was healthy and easy to carry, preferably biscuits or bread, so that he could eat in his office and not worry about the soup spilling on his papers.

Of course, the servants were a little inconceivable about such a request, and the people who worked in this mansion were the elites of the various service industries of the empire, and they felt that how could a person in this kind of life be an imperial king, clearly a slave.

Moran was silent for a moment, as if she had read the thoughts of some people, and instead of getting angry, she smiled with relief.

"That's right, the master said, the king, always the slave of the people"

In the mountains of papers, the sound of a pen scratching the paper sounded from time to time, and it was hard to imagine that a man who had just become an emperor could be so busy.

Ms. Millhouse, the top administrative editor of the newspaper and the owner of the entire newspaper, interviewed the last emperor when he ascended the throne, and four years later she sat in the same office, waiting for a completely different person to finish what she was doing.

And so it was. The sales man in front of him finally raised his head, he was wearing a somewhat wide plain robe, without any gorgeous decorations, and the dark circles under his eyes were extremely heavy, it was more suitable to say that he was a clerk who was pressed in the black-hearted workshop than the emperor.

He looked at Ms. Milhouse in front of him in the most appropriate attire, smiled gently, and in an instant, the exhaustion around him seemed to disappear in an instant, and his body was only slightly straight, but it naturally showed a subtle aura that only people who have stood at the peak of power for a long time have, as if it was a kind of God-given kindness to be able to sit in front of him at this time.

The administrative editor-in-chief of the most authoritative newspaper in the empire did not resist the change in this moment, his expression was slightly stunned, and he instantly realized again that the thin man in front of him was already the most centralized person in the entire history of the Holy Dynasty, and there was no one.

"I've kept you waiting, but I have limited time, so please keep the interview time to 10 minutes, okay?"

It seemed to be a suggestion, or even a request, but Ms. Milhouse, who was usually famous for her sharp words, could not come up with the slightest intention of disobeying it.

She exhaled deeply, it was not that she had not seen Mr. Moriarty before, at the beginning of the year when she became the pope, she also conducted a face-to-face interview with the person in front of her, but at this moment, the person in front of her was more tired and thinner than then, but at the same time more sharp, as if the efforts of this life had bloomed at some point, and there was no need for any restraint, and the ordinary robe looked slightly dazzling in the sunlight that came in through the window.

"Okay, Your Highness the Emperor, then we can skip some of the red tape and get straight to the point. In fact, you also know that many people don't understand what kind of considerations are there for the current environment, when the empire's military spending is rising instead of falling? ”

"Oh, of course the army exists for war."

Lady Milhouse frowned slightly, "However, the threat of demons no longer exists. ”

"Of course, this is a good thing, and at the same time, it can also answer the question of why military spending has risen instead of falling."

"I beg your pardon, I didn't understand what you meant."

"Hehe, it's not your fault." Moriarty always had a gentle smile: "The appearance of the demon has concentrated all the contradictions on a race that should not have appeared, and for centuries, this external suffering has made people forget that all the most difficult difficulties have actually appeared within the human race. ”

"I still don't get it."

"Well, ma'am, to sum it up in a few words, that is. Division, rebellion, civil war. ”

When he said these words again, Moriarty was still the same suave appearance, and Milhouse suddenly found that he couldn't seem to be sure whether the smile was from the heart or a mask, and he couldn't help but ooze some cold sweat from his back.

"But His Royal Highness the Emperor, the empire is getting better at this stage, are you a little worried?"

"It may be a bit alarmist, but fortunately, I am the emperor of the empire, and I finally have some right to do something without convincing people that the future in my mouth will happen."

It was a difficult sentence to understand, so Ms. Milhouse frowned.

At the same time, just above the palace beyond the clouds on the highest peak of the Albes Mountains, a scene that was not easy to understand appeared without warning.

A pitch black, small crack suddenly appeared.

Then the second, the third

The tenth, the hundredth.

The thousandth, ten thousand!

The servants in the temple ran out and saw countless dense black holes overhead covering the sky, and they all couldn't stand on their feet and fell to the ground one after another.

And these black holes are stacked on top of each other and intertwined, forming a large black hole that is getting bigger and bigger, and it is constantly beginning to spread outward.

It's as if you're going to swallow up an entire temple, or even an entire mountain!

(End of chapter)