Five Hundred and Seventy One Name Difficulties

At the dinner table, the elderly Gurlo has always been the Minister of Economy of the Empire. He used to be Des's retainer, but after he came to Serris, he became an old man whom Chris relied heavily on.

When Serris was just rising, he managed the economy of Serris in an orderly manner. Later, in the Alan Hill Empire, he was still an important minister in terms of economy.

The Minister of Economy, who passes a lot of gold coins every day, is eating soft steamed eggs at this moment, with a happy expression on his wrinkled face.

For a minister, it is a kind of grace to accompany His Majesty to have a meal, and it is an honor to be able to sit on this chair and lean on this table.

As for Gurlo, he may have enjoyed this kind of glory more times than Des. Chris likes Gurlo's behavior very much. He often invites the old man to have dinner together. He also likes to ask this experienced old man for advice when he has some strange questions.

Not to mention Des, he is a "friend" that Chris often entertains, and in this empire, there are really only a handful of people who can become His Majesty's old friends.

The most uncomfortable are the two newly promoted generals from the Imperial General Staff. Both of them were staff officers, and they had never led troops to fight, so the rank of this general was actually not as good as that of the commander-in-chief of the group army who led troops outside.

This is a bit similar to the official titles and errands in ancient China-Dr. Guanglu is actually just a dignitary, and the real valuable is actually the "Household Minister" behind him.

Both of them are in their forties, and they are the first generation of senior chiefs of staff trained by the empire. It was also the first time for the two of them to eat with His Majesty the Emperor, so they were so stiff that they couldn't even breathe evenly.

With the fork in his hand, Chris pointed to a plate of roast chicken with a pretty good color, and smiled at the two stiff generals: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting all morning, this chicken is very good, try it !You're welcome."

Some people will make others more polite after saying you are welcome-Chris is this kind of person now, after he said you are welcome, the sweat on the faces of the two generals seems to be more.

So, Chris stopped paying attention to these two poor generals of the empire. Although these two men may be able to command the wind and rain in the General Staff, they are already the most noble military officers in the empire in the eyes of outsiders.

He looked at Des, and talked about something that William was very concerned about—the matter of Frundsberg: "Des... about prisoner No. 1 in the abyss, I plan to give him some amnesty."

"You mean..." Des was taken aback for a moment,

Then he looked at William, the dean of the Academy of Magic, who was sitting opposite him. As the prime minister of the empire, he certainly knows about the abyss, and he also knows very well who the No. 1 in the abyss is.

That is a name that many people are unwilling to mention again, and amnesty for this person is not something that just anyone can propose.

It can be said that in the entire empire, the only person who is qualified to say this sentence is the person who just said this sentence - the emperor of this empire, Chris!

Hearing what Chris said, William also stopped chewing. He stared at Chris with wide eyes and couldn't believe his ears.

Talking about business while eating is a tradition at the Royal Luncheon at Ireland Hill. The waiter was not surprised, and was still orderly delivering all kinds of delicious food.

Des put down the knife and fork, thought for a while, stared at William, frowned slightly and asked, "Your Majesty, may I ask the reason?"

William was uncomfortable with Des's eyes, and could only lower his eyes, waiting for Chris's answer.

Chris didn't shy away from it, and said directly: "Last night, William went to the abyss, and he brought back some things from the prisoner in Abyss No. No. some amnesty."

"So, Your Majesty, what does the amnesty include?" Des was unwilling to pardon Frundsberg, because Des was also one of the witnesses to his rebellion. That betrayal had a great impact on the empire, so Des didn't like to see Frundsberg.

"I plan to restore his speech system and install an arm on him." Chris replied calmly: "However, before that, I want to replace his body again and make him an ordinary puppet, the most ordinary Kind of."

"It would increase the risk of imprisoning him." Des raised his objection: "Is it worth it?"

"Compared with his contribution, I think it's worth it." Chris still replied calmly.

Then, he looked at William, and said, "You can bring him my original words: this is his last chance, and I don't want my kindness to be let down again."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" William suppressed his cheers, and the expression on his face had already flown.

Des didn't know what William gave Chris, he frowned and didn't continue to ask. He could only suppress his curiosity, shook his head and continued to eat the delicious food on the plate without taste.

At the same time, a C-17 transport plane slowly stopped on the heavily guarded runway of the No. 2 military airport on the outskirts of Serris.

The huge hatch at the tail of the plane was slowly opened, and trucks covered with canvas drove out, and parked neatly in a row on one side of the plane.

A man wearing a magician's robe got off the plane, and he handed the document he was holding to the officer waiting for him at the airport: "Everything went well on the road, escorted by four F-15 fighter jets, and we didn't encounter any problems. .”

"Thank you." The officer stretched out his hand, shook hands with the other party, took the acceptance document, and read the contents carefully with his head down.

"Check!" Following an order, the heavily armed soldiers who had been waiting at the side jumped onto the truck's compartment, lowered the upper baffle, and lifted the canvas at the rear of the truck.

The afternoon sun shone into the back of those trucks, and inside were packed, sealed, and numbered stacks of packages.

"Package No. 1 is intact! Parcel No. 2 is intact!..." The soldiers who counted the packages confirmed the integrity of the transported items one by one. At the same time, they also packed all the packages in the car into the black imperial government vehicles.

That's right, all these packages contained demonic books seized from the demonic floating city of Macasilo.

If it were placed in the past, it would contain "magic forbidden books", all of which are the words of demons that cannot be read.

However, the senior magicians of Alan Hill don't think so, they prefer to believe the truth that Chris told them. In the eyes of the magicians of the Alan Hill Empire, it is far more important to learn from the strengths of other families than to reject heresies.

This war has reached its current state, and Alan Hill's technology is already very powerful. Therefore, when Chris ordered to study the devil's space technology, it became an important task for the Alan Hill military to seize the research results of the devil's space technology.

In fact, if Alan Hill is willing, taking advantage of the range advantage of the electromagnetic gun, it will only be faster to shoot down Macassilo.

"Ship it all to the Academy of Magic! Every package must be recorded in detail!" After all the seals were checked and all the packages were intact, he waved his hand, and the leading officer loudly ordered his subordinates.

Then, he turned around and signed his name on the document: "No problem, here is your receipt!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The man in the black magic robe stood at attention with his chin raised.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The officer waiting at the airport also stood at attention and replied solemnly.

In the restaurant, the two generals finally got used to it. They began to report on the situation of the second battle in Ferry City. Des and Chris listened carefully.

Only William's mind was wandering, and all he could think about was the fact that his teacher Frundsberg was pardoned just now.

"According to the needs of the research department, in this battle, we kept 30 captive demon soldiers and captured about 150 demon dogs." An admiral sat upright and reported without squinting. Now he has just entered the state, and his body is filled with the pleasure of enjoying the lunch bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor.

"These demons are all used for research. The scale of the capture this time is unprecedented." Another general added, for fear of missing this opportunity for His Majesty to remember himself.

"Is there any difficulty in the arrest work?" Chris asked curiously, enlivening the atmosphere of the lunch.

"No, the anesthesia provided by the science department is very effective." An admiral quickly replied: "In addition, the elves also helped a lot."

Magic such as vine entanglement can indeed slow down the opponent's speed of action. With the help of the elves, the capture work is so smooth.

Chris nodded, and then motioned to continue reporting on the follow-up work: "You guys continue!"

"Maccasilo sank on the outskirts of Ferry City, forming a new island. The 15th Army Group is building new fortifications on the island. With this island, the next time the devil attacks, our early warning radius can Push forward more than 100 kilometers, and the defensive position can also advance more than 60 kilometers.” Hearing Chris’s order, the general continued to introduce.

Since it didn't crash, the devil's floating city, Macasilo, became a "captured item" captured by Alan Hill. It sank in the open sea and became a large island.

With this island, Ferry City has an outpost. Similarly, deploying troops here can also reduce the pressure on the defense of Ferry City.

"This is really true, the devil is sending warmth to the door." Chris touched his nose, feeling that he had heard a very funny thing.

Des thought further, and said directly to Chris: "Your Majesty, you should think about it now, what name should be given to this island."

"How about calling it Fallen Devil City..." Chris immediately showed everyone his unparalleled difficulty in naming...