Another year of the Ascension Day, for the Skadian people, especially the Skadian soldiers, who have repeatedly ignored this special day when the Golden Throne of the Imperial Throne began 10,000 years ago in the Dark Empire.

It represents the greatest sacrifice of the great emperor of mankind for his countless children, so that at some point in the day, tens of thousands of worlds of the empire began to stop the spinning gears for the complicated life, the soldiers were driving through the streets, and the huge floats and the holy appearance of the emperor were wielding golden greatswords and moving forward under the propulsion of naked servants.

Normally, this position should be a huge cart full of bones and metal pushed by the servants, and the baron sits on it overlooking the people, but today it is replaced by a marble statue of the emperor, and there are many outsiders with strange accents standing on the body of the car, unlike the inhabitants of this star sector.

Compared to those doubts, this float will next walk through the entire nest capital, but this world is not parallel, but up and down, when this float full of all kinds of thoughts climbs from the most gloomy place of the spire of the nest capital to the place where the light can still shine, and then swims to the abode enjoyed by the wealthy people of the upper class, it is like the emperor gives people one of the few gifts, fairness, harmony, and will exhaust hundreds of slaves in a week's time, in order to show the majesty of the emperor.

Now that the inhabitants are resting and the soldiers are parading through the streets, cheering and rejoicing, there is something even more wonderful about the fortress, which is that the Skadi, dressed as servants or bureaucrats, distribute food, and the vast amount of looted goods has accumulated during this time.

The plan was successful, and a lot of money was turned into flour, milk, vegetables, meat, and other cheap and delicious things, from the most unpalatable fermented products to the sweetest fruits, from cold storage or ordinary shipyards to confined stands, and all kinds of preservation methods, some of which were faintly rotten, and some of which were as good as if they had just been picked.

In just half a month, the entire port of the fortress was filled with people selling food, thanks to the cold trade groups, those who wandered outside the law were in black and white, they spread faster and more accurately than the star language in this area, like a virus, making the fortress of Alan Bair a sweet wine in the eyes of food merchants.

However, the lord did not want food to enter the market, and he needed a more vocal and efficient method of propaganda to tell all the people who were still capable in the sector what he was doing.

When those precious food were brought to the streets, people couldn't believe it, and they were in a trance, from the flowing water seats that followed the float procession, pulled by trucks for thousands of kilometers, and there were heavily guarded mobile cooking trucks in the rear, which constantly served new dishes 24 hours a day, served on the table, delicious food, unseen treatments, and things that could only be enjoyed by nobles were carried by soldiers who had never seen them on disposable plates, and naturally handed to those hungry civilians.

Men dressed as officials sang the praises of the gifts of emperors and lords in loud voices, and the delicacies could be touched by your outstretched hand, while the Skadians did not care about the stampede, the death, the fighting, and although there was absolutely enough food to eat, no one kept order and kept quiet.

The populace invoked the names of the emperor and the barons, and at the same time fought at the people next to them for a bite of food, and the streets were full of people, with only spotless processions of floats, and survivors who methodically took food in fear of the soldiers firing, and the weak who were beaten, trampled, torn apart by humanity, or prayed sincerely on the side of the road, hoping that the emperor would see their wretched.

Confusion, faith, order, appear in the same neighborhood like a barrier, people who approach the street, people who bask in the light of the emperor are quiet and orderly, but they can leave the road a little, beat, rob, whether they come in or leave with food, and finally they become swallowing food and swallowing it, and they eat and cross the crowd.

A little further afield, there were kneeling believers, crazy and loyal, but with the float out of the lower level, the situation was getting better and better, and although the hungry lower class residents were physically driven to the edge of the upper level, fear still stopped them.

When the wealthy people here see free food, the small population makes it easy for them to obtain, and the community attitude of not daring to anger each other makes the place seem very harmonious, but at the same time it shows a worse greed than the lower class people before.

With their arms on them and baskets stuffed up, they were so greedy that they even spoke disrespectfully to the Skadi soldiers, until the laser guns flashed and brushed the expensive gowns of the pigs, and they were allowed to take their meals quietly, and no longer dared to urge the soldiers to move.

Perhaps, human nature is evil, and it takes a week for people to see the inferiority, which is simply a farce and a bad social experiment, but such a situation is a well-known truth in the empire, after all, people are not destroyed for themselves.

The irony is that it is obviously the day of the emperor's sacrifice, but no one sacrifices his own food to the old, weak, sick and disabled, only plunder, beating, greed, and singing the praises of the great human lord in the nest, which is unsightly.

But the main audience of this farce was not Alan Bair, during this time many outsiders came to this fortress around the time of the Ascension Festival, and their inner thoughts were self-evident, and now even the most disgusting areas of the street can put a plate of delicious barbecue, such an anomaly almost makes people suspect that the lord is crazy.

The huge management pressure and the contradictions of various heretical alien pirates are indeed unbearable for many people with insufficient abilities, so the rule of the quirk style is very common in this star sector, some require citizens not to wear colorful clothes, some require everyone to raise Glomon in their homes, and some like to watch living people fight with Void monsters.

Although it is not surprising that they have lost their wealth in this way, they can't understand why they should collect so much food and send it out one after another, if they want to sit on the ground and raise the price, shouldn't the more the better?

Naturally, there were many smart people among those who observed, and when an observer presented his opinion to the lord, the idea was accepted by almost the entire sector, that is, the baron here was prepared to waste food, reduce the overall food reserves of the sector, and raise the price with less food.

If it was one throne coin before, then now, and even in the future, it may cost five throne coins, and the average price of his income is only one-fifth of the throne coin, even if it is wasted, the wealth composed of this man-made famine will be enough to pay back and squeeze out the wealth of the lord's domain.

This is a conspiracy on the surface, and other lords can only rely on two ways to fight back, one is to join him, and at the same time reduce the price of income food, but the opposite side has been going on for a month, and there is a first-mover advantage, even if you can drink soup and save your strength, you can't make up for the famine in the territory, and if you don't get it right, it will lead to ruin, and the risk is extremely high.

The other way is to open fire, use their own force to threaten the crazy baron to stop the plan, and just as the other lords find out that another lord wants to change the situation here, they will attack it like wild dogs, which is why this place has maintained such a fragile and primitive commercial structure for thousands of years.

This is an extreme class solidification, not only will the upper echelons not come down, but they will not allow their peers to go up, so the hundreds of lords in the entire satellite fortress can only honestly and safely serve as a shield and trade route for Enjili Harbor, making it an out-and-out kingdom.

This moat is therefore interlocking, but the lock of the chain mail is not others, but themselves, they are like armor pieces, rigidly embedded together, becoming a link in this twisted and huge ecology, unable to extricate themselves.

As has been repeated countless times over thousands of years, when everyone thought that the baron was going to raise his head, the warships and ships were already ready to either open the warehouse and release food, or die, which was already an inevitable reincarnation for the other lords.

Are they stupid? Not stupid, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people, they are all descendants of nobles, they are all positions in exchange for fighting and intrigue, but their fate was calculated and bound by the larger family from the beginning, and at the same time, this larger family was also played with by the empire, by the red pirates, by the evil gods, and by the emperor.

It's a suffocating backwater, but now a living dragon has joined, the Bordero has been hidden near the fortress for a long time, she is poised to attack, she relies on planets to hinder its massive body, and turns off its engine to evade the predictions of the soothsayer, and in the Imperial Guard fortress, Alan Baier tastes the freshest food, the silver blade brushing the beef ant meat inside the metal plate.

It was very ridiculous, he muttered to himself that he could eat the garbage that the aristocracy loved, but the tender and juicy food finally made him let go of those prejudices and chew and enjoy it gently.

And he could feel the smell of war in the air, and he tasted it almost intuitively, though not as accurate as the ornith, though not as precise as the actual observation, but the lingering haze was familiar to him to the point of disgusting.

He was also quite happy that the enemy could move so fast, saving him a lot of time and suffering for the hundreds of millions of lives in this sector.

The steak on his plate was like a star sector being swallowed, cut, and changed little by little, and soon, the advantage was already in front of them, and Port Engilli would become their most powerful fortress against the maelstrom.

And when there was only gravy on the plate, Alan Bair drained the plate with fluffy bread and wiped it clean in one gulp, and the sound of light footsteps arrived: Miss Agent, the wise egoist with a long name.

She is very similar to the baron here, the difference is only the size of power, Alan Baier is not going to keep her, but now the she-hound has a very sensitive nose and knows the area well, and now she has changed into a beautiful dress, a dark gold gothic dress that is loose and cinched at the waist.

The figure that had been exercised in running and escaping looked very graceful, and had a unique neutral feeling, like a tomboy wearing a dress, which was very uncomfortable, and she usually referred to herself as a lady to those who met the baron, although it did delay Alan Bair for a long time, but the Lord of Skadi still did not like the feeling of lying to maintain his rule.

She complained in a high-pitched voice and took a glass of priceless red wine and drank it, belching in disgust after the gurgling sound, indicating that she was a sailor, not a lady. "Those bastards are becoming more and more rude and demanding to meet the Baron directly, but now he only has a head, and he is rotten!"

She complained to her servant, and only saw Alan Barr in hindsight, and then immediately put away the sailors' styles, wiped her mouth, and muttered tenderly. "Great Lord, I'm sorry I was so ugly."

Alan Baier shook his head. "Don't pretend to be, you just want to lie down on the towering giant tree of Skady and go up, you can now change into the best Sunsails series heavy cargo ships, and leave this star sector with enough money for your life to escape the war."

"What do you want?" His eyes seemed to look at an insatiable snake, and the agent expressed his loyalty and chattered. "Oh, my lord, I am surrendered by your charisma, don't be presumptuous, I have no two hearts, I just want to sacrifice my modest strength for the empire."

Alan Baier just said. "Leaving the void before the cannon light flashes, there's still a chance for you to be comfortable." He's outspoken, almost picking out one thing, and if you don't leave, he'll kill you.

The femme fatale apparently didn't realize this, and she felt that the Skadian could no longer leave her, and that she could step into a higher position with dignity, and subconsciously felt that this was a trial. "Yes, my lord, but I will continue until the Emperor's will really falls, and this star region becomes in line with the standards of the Great Will of the Empire."

Alan Baier felt disgusted for some reason, the sourness of a refined egoist, who was obviously unwilling to say it for himself, and who wanted to put on the so-called justice and turn those good things into profit-making means...

He didn't like such people, he always didn't, and it was more reassuring than them to leave or to speak out about their rights, but the desperate life in the slums obviously didn't give the agent that kind of direct character.

She was still chattering. "My lord, we can create more success, Throne Coins can fill the warehouse, gold, gems, more and better things..."

Her words were full of enjoyment, a pleasure to escape from the sea of suffering, and a feeling that no one could feel without food and clothing, to survive, and to be a victor, and Alan Bair faintly saw his friend, John, in such madness, that they were alike, very similar.

But he wiped the food scraps from his mouth and asked in almost indifferent words. "Leave, or die." He couldn't tolerate anyone who could come up with a plan to monopolize food to continue to rely on his rights to make a fortune, this time the bottom line, and finally, the Skadis weren't demons, and Alan Bair couldn't allow this woman's plan to trample on his conscience.

It was also after this sentence appeared that in the High Heavens, the thread of change in which the Lord of All Things operated was broken, and one of His heads showed a curious and interesting expression in a human manner, and then the extremely fast passage seemed to have happened, and He was destined to be cloudy and uncertain, just as the change He represented.

(End of chapter)