Six Hundred Thirty-Three Is Farther

On a sunny afternoon, in front of a villa in the Wallavo mining area, at the end of the spacious lawn, on the straight avenue, a well-equipped Mansgar people's car stopped.

The sound of the engine in the front bonnet disappeared, and the man sitting in the driver's seat stretched out his arm a little stiffly, and pulled out the car key inserted in the right rear of the steering wheel.

He pushed open the car door, took the car keys and stretched out his right hand that didn't belong to him, grabbed a briefcase on the passenger seat, lowered his head slightly and got out of the car.

"Father!" On the lawn, the child who was playing rushed to the man's arms, and the pleasant child's voice brought a satisfied smile to the man's cold face.

"Mr. Schuman." The old maid on the lawn greeted him, nodded slightly in front of the man holding the child, and greeted him.

"Thank you." Schumann easily picked up his son with his right hand, nodded slightly to the maid, and walked towards the main entrance of the villa.

There, the hostess was leaning against the door frame, happily looking at her husband and children on the lawn.

It has been two years since he returned to the rear from the battlefield. As an old Serisian, it has been a year and a half since Schumann moved to Wallavo - his family, and children, also came to this place with him. unfamiliar city.

Fortunately, the people here are very nice, everyone is very friendly, and the neighborhood walks a lot. The Allen District Speaker across the road is very kind.

In a brutal fight, Schumann lost his right calf and his entire right hand. If this kind of injury was placed a few years ago, he could almost be declared dead in battle. The field hospital in Lovely Lanhill rescued him, but he also became a wounded person who could not continue to fight.

He saved his life, but lost his life, and was assigned to work in a reserve training unit. Although he received a generous allowance, he could only endure the pain of his mutilated body.

He was not lucky, and when he had to face the reality, he didn't know whether it was unlucky or lucky to catch up with the "good time" when Alan Hill expanded the fastest.

In the past two years, as a loyal old Serris soldier, he was first promoted from an active sergeant to a reserve lieutenant, and he climbed three ranks in one go, and later he was promoted to a senior officer because of the promotion of the rank of the reserve force he belonged to. Major.

Who would have thought that in just half a year, the devil's counterattack caused the Alan Hill Empire to mobilize its troops again, and the permanent training tasks of the reserve forces were even heavier. Schumann, who had become a major, had already been attached to the rank of lieutenant colonel. rank!

His experience is not an exception.

It is a serious problem that Alan Hill is facing now and has to be carefully solved.

The entire empire expanded too fast. The head of a regiment five years ago may now be the commander of an army group. The mayor who was in charge of managing a small town five years ago may now be the civil affairs deputy of a certain region.

The leadership team has not fallen, and there are still a few who are corrupted by the temptation of money. Most of the management of Alan Hill are still efficient and loyal. They worship His Majesty from the bottom of their hearts and dare not lie about anything. God.

However, the things that the leadership team has to manage have expanded by 100 times or even 10,000 times! The problem they have to deal with has expanded from a castle to an empire, and the population they have to manage has expanded from more than 300,000 people to more than 7 billion!

Two years ago, he might have been just a small clerk in a government office, but now he is probably a high-ranking official in charge of a province's finances.

Veterans retired due to injuries need resettlement, and workers injured on duty need resettlement. Countless Serisians have to leave the ancestral land where they have lived all their lives, and go to a strange city to face a strange life.

People like Schumann are lucky, at least because of his injuries, he was assigned to the Wallavo area not far from Serris.

At least there is a decent city here, with wide streets, electricity, sewer, schools, and all kinds of supporting facilities.

For the worst part of the population, the assigned city is plagued by plague, the stench of excrement is everywhere, there is no electric light, telephone network, and even the most basic living facilities!

Who would have imagined that a petty official who had been a grassroots leader of the postal department in a civilized society for two years would be promoted to serve as the deputy city lord in a place that didn't even have a mailbox?

"You are so beautiful." Walking in front of his wife, Schumann, who was still not quite used to his body, had a little confidence in his tone.

In the past, he had low self-esteem because he didn't have a right hand, and his right foot was just a prosthesis disguised as a shoe.

Now he has finally recovered his integrity, at least he can drive his right hand and right foot through his own thinking.

"Your movements are becoming more and more natural." The wife teased the child in the man's arms with her hands, her not-so-beautiful face was filled with a happy smile.

She has nothing dissatisfied. Although she moved out of Serris City, she lives in a high-end neighborhood in the wealthy area of ​​Wallavo. Her identity is also the dignified wife of the reserve lieutenant colonel.

When the mayor's wife held a banquet on weekends, she would always call her to invite her. She never thought that she could enter the high society, hold a beautiful glass wine glass, and chat with a group of majors' wives, colonel's wives, and even major generals' wives.

"Yeah, I can feel it." Handing the child to his wife, Schumann moved his right hand. It was a prosthetic limb, and the exquisiteness of its production was amazing.

Now, this arm and the palm on the arm are flexibly stretching and curling according to his will, as if they were an original part of his body.

Although it is somewhat jerky due to habit problems, Schumann knows that one day it will be similar to his left hand, or even better than his left hand.

After all, no matter how suppressed it is, this arm can burst out more than twice the strength of a normal arm when needed. Although it incorporates part of the main body's soul and feels pain when injured, its defense ability is indeed stronger than that of flesh and blood!

If necessary, a chip can be implanted, and it can even release magic, so that Schumann, who is only a mortal body, can have the same ability as a magician.

"In a few months, I think I can fully adapt to this arm and this leg." Schumann's palm flexibly waved in front of his wife, with a little bit of showing off.

After hugging the child, the wife asked worriedly, "Did you send that letter to the Special Mission Department of the Guards?"

Schumann's face became serious again, and he nodded: "Sent it, they said, I am not the only one who received such a letter, and they are also investigating this matter."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of the unexpected letter he received a few days ago. There is no signature on the envelope, and the paper used for the document is the most common thing.

In the fully printed content, Schumann saw words such as "reformed school" and "original school". The letter reminded him to be careful of the hostility of the original faction, and hoped that Schumann could spontaneously join the so-called "reform faction".

"We have a large number of people! This is His Majesty the Emperor giving more power to ordinary people. It is the trend, the future, and the irreversible direction of human development!" In the letter, there are such deceptive contents everywhere.

Schumann, who was full of shock and worry, hesitated for a few days after reading the letter, and finally made a decision. Taking advantage of today's rest, he personally drove the letter as evidence and sent it to the special mission section of the Guards in Volavo department.

The nanny came over at this time and helped to open the door, and the family walked into the villa worriedly.

Just opposite the villa, at the door of another villa, an old man turned and closed his door with a gloomy face.

"I knew... our neighbor Schumann would definitely install that shitty prosthetic." The old man walked to the dining table and complained dissatisfiedly: "If he wasn't dissatisfied with being a mortal, how could he be on his body?" Install something made by magic like that?"

"It's just a prosthesis, old man. Mrs. Schumann is a very nice person. You took a walk with Schumann before." The old lady sitting at the dining table handed her husband a piece of bread covered with butter, Opened his mouth to appease.

"That's why I'm angry... After all, he used to be a very good junior. I even wrote a report and prepared to pass several of his proposals ahead of time... Forget it, let's not mention him." The old man snorted, from His wife took the bread from there: "The meeting will be held tomorrow. It seems that the proposal to repair the reserve barracks will be slowed down. I will ask the secretary to give Director Eddie a higher priority on the railway maintenance proposal."

"It's not necessary, is it?" The old lady was taken aback, looked at her husband with some concern, and asked, "Will this delay His Majesty's important event?"

"Of course not." When His Majesty was mentioned, the old man's face felt sacred. It's like a believer who mentioned his own god: "The railway maintenance bill has been suppressed for a long time. It doesn't matter who gets the money first."

He paused for a moment before continuing to speak: "Besides, I'm just Kakata, and it doesn't affect anything."

"Then why are you embarrassing Mr. Schuman, he is still our neighbor." The old lady shook her head, expressing that she did not understand the stupid ideas of men.

"You don't understand, this is a war!" The old man narrowed his eyes: "A war between the 'original faction' and the 'reformed faction'! Mortals, only the purest mortals, are the most trustworthy of His Majesty. strength!"

The old lady smeared the bread with a butter knife nimbly, sighed and looked out the window. Across the road, across a well-manicured lawn, was the villa of the Schumann family, but the distance seemed to be closer. Far……