Five Hundred and Thirty Rules
The residents of Alan Hill have not seen thick white smoke coming out of the nuclear bomb silo and huge missiles flying into the distance for a long time.
Therefore, when nuclear bombs flew out of the missile silo one after another and flew into the sky with an indomitable momentum, the people of Alan Hill who saw the scene in front of them put down their hands and looked at those people curiously. Missiles taking off.
"It's some unrepentant guys..." A farmer shook his head, stopped the pesticide spraying plane beside him, looked at the huge missiles, and sighed.
His sigh is also the sigh of many people in Ireland at this moment. They still don't understand that if the scenes after the explosion of nuclear weapons on TV are real, why would their enemies not surrender?
Although the Elven Queen didn't have similar thoughts, when she saw Alan Hill launching 10 nuclear bombs in one breath, the shock in her heart was also very huge.
Because as a mature politician, she is obviously very clear about how terrible deterrent these bombs that can destroy a city mean.
If it is a normal enemy, after being bombed by this weapon once, it is necessary to consider surrendering. Therefore, launching 10 nuclear bombs in one breath is definitely not a small matter.
"Your Majesty... Wouldn't it be a bit of a big deal to use so many nuclear weapons in retaliation just because of Sarudis's attack?" Falai, who was standing behind the Elven Queen, naturally understood Her Majesty's thoughts , so he took the initiative to speak and found a topic with Chris at the dinner table.
The knife and fork in Chris's hand still didn't mean to stop, and he, the emperor, didn't have any table manners to talk about.
In the early years, he had to use the meal time to listen to the work reports of various departments, and even use the meal time to hold meetings. Later, although he didn't have to work while eating, he still read newspapers or listened to some news while eating.
This habit is not an elegant aristocratic habit, so it makes the elf queen who has to put down the knife and fork when eating and talking feel very uncomfortable.
In the eyes of the Elven Queen, the new Ellan Hill royal family has no cultural background and does not know how to respect others.
But Chris himself knew that this habit did not mean disrespect to others. He is used to working hard, and at the same time, he naturally can't understand those traditional nobles who have nothing to do every day and pay attention to social etiquette.
Elanhill has focused on efficiency since the founding of the country, and this country has grown on the wheels of rapid development.
Hearing Farley's question, Chris chewed on the steak while answering: "This is part of Alan Hill's "Doomsday Destruction Plan". It was formulated so long ago that I forgot Its exact name... but since there are laws to follow, we should be responsible for what we say."
As he spoke, he took another sip of the vegetables, raised his wine glass and took a sip of the red wine: "If one of our cities is attacked, then we will attack ten of the enemy's cities, or even a hundred cities!"
"You are really a monarch with clear grievances and grievances." The elf queen sarcastically translated her words into "You are really a person who must revenge".
"Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty the Queen." Chris didn't know if he really didn't understand what the other party meant, or if he deliberately pretended to be indifferent. In short, the sarcasm of the elf queen was like a punch on the cotton, and it didn't have any effect.
Therefore, Her Majesty the Queen did not intend to continue entangled in this issue. In her opinion, the place targeted by these nuclear bombs was already in ruins, and there was no need to care about it.
Compared with the cities of death in the southern kingdoms occupied by demons, the elves are more interested in the moon, which is now regarded as their own territory by Alan Hill.
Habitually put down the knife and fork in her hand again, the elf queen found that the gorgeous beef on her plate had hardly been touched, and one-third of the beef on Chris's plate had been eaten.
Feeling helpless, she averted her gaze, and asked the question about the elves' heritage on the moon for the third time: "Your Majesty, you already know about the elves' lunar heritage...I beg you once again, The legacy that originally belonged to the elves, should be returned to the elves..."
"I refuse." Without even thinking about it, Chris rejected the elf queen's request again: "If everyone comes to ask for things that belong to them, then Elanhill will fall apart in an instant. "
"Is this an acknowledgment of the expansion of Elanhill, and Cheng En has invaded the territory of many countries?" The elf queen looked at Chris and asked a question that might embarrass a powerful imperial monarch.
But Chris still didn't mean to be angry, he was still chewing the beef in his mouth rudely, nodded and acknowledged the elf queen's question generously: "Yes, I have never denied the expansion of Alan Hill. We It has indeed invaded the territory of many countries, and even destroyed many ancient empires."
"This is not something shameful. On the contrary, I think it is the glory of an empire." Chris smiled, pointed at the beef on Her Majesty's plate with a fork, and asked, "Is it not to your liking? Your Majesty ?”
At the dinner party a few days ago, Chris invited everyone to eat a Chinese-style feast. Naturally, the taste was the same, and there were more tricks.
At the official meeting of the Elf Queen yesterday, the two parties ate a simple meal, which was actually a working meal. It was not very gorgeous, and it was more like a bowl of rice.
Today is a private meeting proposed by the Elf Queen. Although there are still accompanying personnel, the form is not so formal. So Chris had French food prepared, with some twists.
However, compared to Her Majesty the Queen who was eating Chinese food for the first time, she didn't seem to like the French food in front of her very much.
"I like it very much, Your Majesty." The queen was unwilling to talk about etiquette in person, but since the other party asked, she also felt that she should kindly remind her.
So she paused, and said, "It's very impolite to say that, but I still think I should sincerely remind you, His Majesty the Emperor, that it's very impolite to talk to someone while chewing while eating."
"Oh..." Chris smiled and put the knife and fork on both sides of the plate. After swallowing the meat in his mouth, he didn't continue to wolf down, waiting for Her Majesty to continue.
Seeing that the other party was so kind and generous, the Queen was also slightly taken aback. She looked at her face, which was not handsome but full of aura, and continued: "The royal families of all countries have their own long histories, as well as their own etiquette and glory. Alan Hill is a great country, so you should Be aware of the implications in this regard."
"Do you really want to exterminate the royal families of all empires? This will convey a sense of anxiety to the royal families of other empires." After finishing speaking, the Queen looked at Chris, waiting for the other party's answer.
Chris thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, if I follow these so-called etiquettes when I eat, then I will lose about 100 minutes a day to understand the empire I rule now."
"Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why those empires were defeated by me, and the royal family has to worry about being destroyed." Chris sneered and continued: "In addition, the so-called long history you mentioned? Surely it is not corrupt and depraved. Another respectable way of saying?"
Hearing that he asked this question, the Elf Queen was a little embarrassed. I thought that since I asked this question, it proved that the other party had heard the sarcasm of the elf queen's "revenge".
"Dignity, dignity, or glory... These are not given by others, but earned by myself." Chris picked up the knife and fork again, and gestured on his plate: "I have never been decent, because I I was once forced to commit suicide by jumping off a building due to the heavy taxes of the Alante Empire, and my territory is also poor, and I can’t even get 1,000 gold coins.”
"When I wanted dignity, no one gave it to me." He cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth: "I didn't need it later, when my anti-aircraft gun defeated the Dragon Knight in Fallen Dragon City, when I After destroying Bellevue and rebuilding Ironforge, I discovered an interesting thing."
"If I didn't have nuclear weapons, electromagnetic guns, tanks, planes, and sky battleships, even if I were the most elegant person in the world, Her Majesty would not sit here and talk nonsense to me." pointed to himself.
Then he pointed at the Elf Queen with the same knife impolitely: "And when I have the power to defeat demons, when my nuclear bomb can level cities, when my army of millions sweeps the world, when After I have the technology to land on the moon... Even if I am rude and have no taste at all, Your Majesty, you will sit here, wanting to walk away but dare not."
Without waiting for the elf queen to say anything, he laughed at himself: "Guess, if I announce now that eating and chatting without putting down the knife and fork is the new rule, the noble elves will be as rude as possible." Won't you obey?"
"We..." The Elf Queen frowned slightly, wanting to answer an answer she would definitely answer in the past. But when the words came to her mouth, she got stuck—because she knew that as long as Alan Hill was willing, these rules could indeed become new norms.
"You won." The queen picked up the knife and fork in front of her, and began to cut the beef on the plate: "Since you like a lady who has no image and wolfed down in front of you, I don't care."
"It's okay, I like it very much." Chris remembered Vivienne's ladylike appearance while talking and eating, and said with a smile: "There is one more thing, I have to explain, I never planned, to anyone The royal family of the empire must be exterminated."