Chapter 55 Let It Pretend to Be an Oil Man

After getting up, Ron immediately summoned Bayev and asked him to report the details of the cleanup operation last night.

After listening to the other party's report, he was very worried.

Yesterday, just leaking a bottle of Chaos biological weapons caused him to lose three guards.

Even his strongest warrior Carter was slightly injured.

If he hadn't found those Chaos biological weapons in advance, the consequences would be disastrous!

Fortunately, everything is over.

"Governor, all the targets you marked have been annihilated.

Next, we can continue to prepare for the Emperor's Ascension Festival..."

Bayev looked at Ron with even more awe in his heart.

That damn traitor, the Horman family, actually attacked the Royal Court in such a vicious way.

If the Governor hadn't used his god-like power to conduct reconnaissance, the loss of the Royal Court would have been very large this time.

"By the way, the guards who died in this battle should be well compensated, and their names should be engraved on the monument at the foot of the statue of the Emperor."

Ron instructed Bayev:

"In the future, soldiers of all levels should receive corresponding compensation after their sacrifice. You can plan the details."

In the past, there was no such thing as compensation in the Royal Court. Soldiers fought bravely and even sacrificed themselves, which was a symbol of loyalty.

Not to mention that there was no compensation in the Royal Court, even the Star Army had very few.

When the Star Army left their home planet and went to the Milky Way, went to other star regions or even star fields to fight.

As they fought everywhere, they would be farther and farther away from their home planet.

So far that with the short lifespan of mortals, they would not be able to return to their home planet even if they traveled by spaceship for their whole lives.

Unless you have extremely excellent abilities, have outstanding military exploits, and are promoted to officers, you will have a slight chance to return to your hometown.

If this is the case for officers, it is even more impossible for ordinary Star Army soldiers.

From the moment they left their home planet, they were destined to bid farewell to their families and hometowns forever.

They usually have only two endings, dying on the battlefield or dying in a foreign land after their lifespan runs out.

After their death, it is difficult to find out their identities and the planets they belong to.

In addition, the journey is extremely long, so it is even more impossible to send the pension to their families.

Even if it is really sent, with the efficiency of the empire, by the time the pension is delivered, the family of the Star Army may not know how many generations have passed.

It is not certain whether they can remember that there is such a person.

For these reasons, the pension is out of the question.

Ron briefly introduced the pension regulations he knew to Bayev and handed the task to him.

I believe he can formulate a suitable pension plan and arrangement based on the existing conditions in the Royal Court.

Bayev nodded and agreed:

"Governor, I will formulate a suitable pension plan.

On behalf of the soldiers, thank you for your kindness!"

After that, Ron discussed the process of the ceremony with Bayev.

After getting a satisfactory answer, he urged him to watch the construction of the statue of the God Emperor.

Ron was very glad that he had Bayev as his chief steward. He was so energetic that it was terrifying, but he worked in multiple threads.

If he didn't have him, he would be exhausted to death.

Everything was arranged. Three days later was the Emperor's Ascension Day.

He just had to show up at the ceremony on time on that day and make a promise to his people.

Then he could gather enough hope power to open the transmission channel and send himself to the Green Wave Farm in the Space Desert Ship.

He would bring back the planting technology and food there, and he would also get an intelligent robot.

The office method in the Royal Court District was too backward now. There was no Internet connection, and it was even worse than his own world.

He had to quickly get the Internet out, and then he could use some modern communication and management methods.

As for electronic demons, waste code, etc., he was not afraid at all.

He could just use the Little Sun to protect the server.

At that time, he would get a few holy artifacts that had been blessed by the Little Sun, and then find a few priests.

Let them do rituals every day and sprinkle holy water, and the server would be safe.

Now the server is only running inside the territory, so it is not difficult to bless it.

Unlike His Majesty the God-Emperor who squats on the golden toilet, the Star Torch he built needs to cover the Milky Way.

It is like a network node that connects galaxies, star regions and even star fields.

How much pressure must the server management have? No wonder so many psychics are stuffed in.

In short, when the planting technology is brought back, a server will be built to build the Internet.

After these things are done, the management cost will be greatly reduced and the production efficiency will be improved.

It’s just that the robot is a bit troublesome. After all, the Empire prohibits the use of intelligent robots.

If Ron really brings back the intelligent robot that symbolizes "hate intelligence", it may cause people's fear or opposition.

If the Empire knows about this, it will be a big trouble.

But don’t forget that Ers is now in the dark side of the Empire, and the Empire can’t control him!

Ron has decided that he must get the intelligent robot back.

At worst, the intelligent robot will be disguised, put on a robe, weld the Empire's double-headed eagle on it, and let it pretend to be an oil man!

As long as Ron doesn’t admit that it is an intelligent robot, who can do anything to him?

Now things are developing in the direction Ron hopes.

He relaxed a little and rested on the throne.

But for some reason, the feeling of uneasiness became stronger.

Suddenly, Ron felt a palpitation!

Darkness, pure darkness!

He looked towards the direction of the Heman family's territory, and his psychic sense could faintly sense that something terrible was being bred in that territory!

It was an extremely terrible chaos monster, the creation of the evil god.

If that thing was born, his territory might not be able to stop its attack.

But Ron couldn't go to war with the Heman family directly.

With the strength shown by the other party yesterday, it would be a miserable victory even if he won.

That would only benefit the bastards of the Grey Wolf War Gang.

Fortunately, there was still some time before the monster was born.

Now Ron's only choice was to race against time, and bet on whether he could collect enough hope power to restore his strength first, or whether the Heman family would breed the terrible monster first.

In fact, Ron was more worried about another problem.

After last night's battle, the Heman family might have found out the truth about the Royal Court District.

If the other party ignored it and insisted on launching more attacks on him during the Emperor's Ascension Festival, it would be troublesome.

Just when Ron was worried, in the secret laboratory of the Horman family's territory.

Squeak!

In the glass house, the deformed gray rat was holding a broken hand and gnawing on the fresh meat on it, looking very happy.

Its eyes were very smart and seemed to have a certain intelligence.

That day, after discovering this, Yusuf asked someone to raise this deformed gray rat and liked it very much.

At this moment, Yusuf was carefully stroking the deformed gray rat, as if he was stroking a small pet.

He was waiting for a message.

Not long ago, he received intelligence that there was artillery fire in the territory of the Royal Court.

It seems that they chose the Great Purge.

And the evil followers he sent over will immediately release the essence of chaos and release those terrible deformed monsters.

Suffering will spread in the Royal Court!

Gaga!

Yusuf was quite proud. I guess the residential area around the Sacred Square has suffered heavy casualties and turned into a ruin?