Chapter 289 Festival

Another year of Emperor's Ascension Day, for the Skadi people, especially the Skadi soldiers, who have repeatedly ignored this special festival in the years of war, which began on the golden throne of the Emperor ten thousand years ago in the Dark Empire.

It represents the most praiseworthy sacrifice of the great emperor of mankind for his countless descendants, so at some point on this day, tens of thousands of worlds in the empire began to stop the rotating gears for those complicated lives, soldiers drove on the streets, huge floats, the emperor's holy appearance was waving a golden giant sword, and moved forward under the push of naked servants.

Usually this position should be a huge car full of bones and metal pushed by servants, and the baron sat on it overlooking the people, but today it was replaced by the marble statue of the emperor, and many foreigners with strange accents stood on the body of the car, unlike the residents of this star zone.

Compared to those doubts, this float will go through the entire hive next, but this world is not parallel, but up and down. When this float full of thoughts climbs from the darkest place of the hive spire to the place where the light can still shine, and then wanders to the residences enjoyed by the upper wealthy, it is like one of the few gifts given by the emperor to people, fairness, harmony, and will tire hundreds of slaves to death within a week to show the emperor's majesty.

Now, the residents have a rest at this moment, and the soldiers take to the streets to review the troops, cheering or joyful. For this fortress, there is something more exciting, that is, the Skadi people dressed as servants or bureaucrats to distribute food. During this period, a large amount of looted goods have been piled up like a mountain.

The plan was successfully carried out, and a large amount of money turned into cheap and delicious things such as flour, milk, vegetables, and meat. From the most unpalatable fermented products to the sweetest fruits, from cold storage or ordinary ship warehouses to confinement positions, a variety of preservation methods, some foods are slightly corrupted, and some are just as good as just picked.

In just half a month, the port of the entire fortress was filled with people selling food. Thanks to the cold trade group, those villains who walked outside the law had connections in both the black and white worlds. They spread faster and more accurately than star language in this area, like a virus, making the fortress of Alanbair a sweet wine in the eyes of food merchants.

However, the lord did not want to put food into the market. He needed a more powerful and efficient propaganda method to tell all the people in this star region who were still capable what he was doing.

When those precious foods were brought to the streets, people could not believe it and were also confused. From the flowing banquet following the float team, it was pulled by trucks for a thousand meters. There were also mobile cooking trucks guarded by heavy soldiers in the back, which continuously supplied new dishes 24 hours a day. On the table, delicious food, unseen processing methods, things that only nobles could enjoy were carried on disposable plates by soldiers who had never seen them before, and naturally handed to the hungry civilians.

Men dressed as officials sang in loud voices to praise the gifts of the emperor and the lord. You can touch the delicacies as long as you reach out your hand, and the Skadi people don't care about the trampling, death, and fighting that occurred. Although there is definitely enough food, no one maintains order and keeps quiet.

When there is only gravy on the plate, Alan Baier uses soft bread to absorb the liquid on the plate and eats it all in one bite. Light footsteps also come. It is the agent lady, the smart egoist with a long name.

She is very similar to the baron here. The only difference is the size of power. Alan Baier does not plan to keep her, but now this female hound has a very sensitive nose and knows this area well. Now she has changed into a beautiful dress, a loose and waisted dark golden Gothic long skirt.

The figure that was trained by running and escaping again and again looked very graceful, and had a unique neutral feeling, like a tomboy wearing a dress, which was very uncomfortable. She usually called herself the wife of those who met the baron. Although it did help Alan Baier delay a lot of time, the Lord of Skadi still didn't like the feeling of maintaining rule by lies.

Although it was not surprising to lose money like this, they couldn't figure out why they collected so much food and gave it away. If they wanted to raise the price, shouldn't the more the better?

But the main audience of this farce was not Alan Baier. During this period, many outsiders came to this fortress before and after the Emperor's Ascension Festival. Their inner thoughts were self-evident. Now even the most disgusting area on the street can put a plate of delicious barbecue. Such an abnormality almost makes people suspect that the lord is crazy.

Chaos, faith, and order appeared in the same block like a barrier. People approaching the street and bathing in the light of the Emperor were quiet and orderly, but they could leave the road slightly, fight, rob, and no matter whether they came in or left with food, they finally swallowed the food whole, eating while crossing the complicated crowd.

This was a suffocating dead water, but now there was a live dragon joining in. The Bordello, which had been hiding near the fortress for a long time, was ready to go. She relied on the planet to hinder her huge body and turned off the engine to avoid the prediction of the divination instrument. In the fortress of the Imperial Guard, Alan Baier tasted the freshest food, and the silver blade scraped the bull ant meat in the metal plate.

When the wealthy people here saw the free food, the smaller population allowed them to easily obtain it, and the community attitude of not daring to anger each other also made it look very harmonious, but at the same time it showed a worse greed than the lower class people before.

There are naturally many smart people among those observing. When an observer put forward his own opinions to the lord, this idea was almost accepted by the entire sector, that is, the baron here was prepared to waste food and reduce the overall food in the sector. Stock up, less food to raise prices.

Just as it has been repeated countless times for thousands of years, when everyone thinks that the Baron is about to raise his head, the battleships and ships have begun to prepare. Either open the warehouse to release food, or die, which is inevitable for other lords. Reincarnation.

This is an extreme form of class solidification. Not only do the high-level officials not come down, they also do not allow their peers to move up. Therefore, hundreds of lords in the entire satellite fortress can only honestly and peacefully serve as shields and trade routes for the Engili Port, so that It became an outright kingdom.

He doesn't like such people, and has always disliked them. Compared with them, people who simply leave or speak outright about getting their rights are more reassuring. However, the desperate life in the slums obviously does not allow this agent to have that kind of directness. character.

And this femme fatale woman obviously didn't realize this. She felt that the Skadi people could no longer leave her, and she could move to a higher position openly, and subconsciously felt that this was a trial. "Yes, sir, but I still persist until the Emperor's will truly falls and this sector becomes in line with the standards of the Empire's great will."

They were so greedy that they even spoke rudely to the Skadi soldiers. It wasn't until the laser guns flashed and grazed the pigs' luxurious uniforms that they were allowed to take their meals quietly and no longer dared to supervise the soldiers. Actions.

And he could feel the smell of war in the air, tasting it almost intuitively. Although it was not as accurate as a fortune teller, and although it was not as precise as actual observation, the lingering haze was so familiar to him that it made him sick.

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

She complained in a high-pitched and shrill voice and picked up a glass of priceless red wine and drank it down in one gulp. The disgusting burps she made after her gurgling voice showed that she was a sailor, not a lady. "Those bastards are getting more and more rude and demand to see the Baron directly, but now he only has his head, and it's rotten!"

Are they stupid? They are not stupid, they are all the best among men, they are all descendants of nobles, they all gained their positions through fighting and conspiracy, but their fate was calculated and bound by the larger family from the beginning. At the same time, this bigger family The big families were also played by the empire, the red pirates, the evil gods, and the emperor.

This moat is therefore interconnected, but the chain armor locks not others, but itself. They are like pieces of armor, tightly embedded together, becoming a link in this twisted and huge ecology, from which they cannot extricate themselves.

The people shouted the names of the emperor and the barons, and at the same time fought the people next to them for a bite of food. In the crowded streets, there were only spotless floats, and the survivors who took the food in an orderly manner in fear of the soldiers shooting, and the beaten, Weak people who were trampled on, torn apart by humanity, or poor people praying devoutly on the roadside, hoping that the Emperor would look at them.

Alan Beyer just said. "Leave before the light of the giant cannon shines in the void, and I still have a chance to make you comfortable." He said bluntly, almost making it clear that if you don't leave, you will be killed.

Another way is to fire cannons and use your own force to threaten this crazy baron to stop his plan. Just like when other lords find that another lord wants to change the situation here, they will attack in groups like wild dogs. This is why it has been able to maintain such a fragile and primitive commercial structure for thousands of years.

"What do you want?" His eyes seemed to be looking at a greedy snake, and the agent also expressed his loyalty and muttered. "Oh, sir, I am captivated by your charisma. Don't belittle yourself. I have no second intention. I just want to contribute my meager strength to the empire."

She complained to her servant, and only belatedly saw Alan Bair. Then she immediately put away her sailor style, wiped her mouth, and muttered softly. "Great Lord, I'm sorry that I behaved in such an ugly manner."

A little further away, there are the kneeling believers, crazy and loyal guys. But as the float leaves the lower level, the situation is getting better and better. Although the hungry lower-level residents are driven to the edge of the upper level by their physiology, fear still stops them. Step down.

The huge management pressure and the contradictions of various heretical and alien pirates have indeed made many people with insufficient abilities intolerable. Therefore, eccentric style of rule is very common in this sector. Some require citizens not to wear colored clothes, and some require everyone to keep well-behaved animals at home. There are those who love beasts and like to watch living people fight with void monsters.

If it was one throne coin before, it may cost five throne coins now, and even in the future, and the average price of his income is only one-fifth of the throne coin. Even if waste is included, the wealth created by this man-made famine will be only a profit. Enough to repay the capital and drain the wealth of the lord's territory.

It was very ridiculous. He muttered in his heart that he was eating the garbage that the nobles loved, but the tender and juicy food finally made him put aside those prejudices and chew lightly to enjoy it.

Alan Bayer feels disgusted for some reason, the sadness of a refined egoist, who is clearly doing it for himself but is unwilling to say it, and who has to use so-called justice to turn those good things into a means of profit...

Alan Baier shook his head. "Don't be hypocritical. You just want to lie on the towering tree of Skadi and move upward. You can now change to the best heavy cargo ship of the Sun Sail series and leave this star zone with a huge sum of money that is enough for your lifetime of wealth and glory to avoid the war."

The steak on his plate was swallowed, cut, and changed little by little like this star zone. Soon, the advantages were fully revealed. Port Engili would become their most powerful fortress against the whirlpool.

This was an open conspiracy. Other lords could only rely on two ways to fight back. One was to join him and lower the price to earn food at the same time. However, the other side had been going on for a month and had the first-mover advantage. Even if they joined to drink soup and save strength, they could not make up for the famine problem in the territory, and if they were not careful, they would lose money, which was very risky.

Perhaps, human nature is evil. It took a week for people to see the bad nature. It was simply a farce and a bad social experiment. However, such a situation was a well-known truth in the empire. After all, if people don't work for themselves, they will be punished by heaven and earth.

Ironically, it was the day of the Emperor's sacrifice, but no one gave their food to the old, weak and sick. There was only plunder, beating, greed, and praising the great Lord of Humanity in the hive city, which was unbearable to watch.

She still chattered. "My Lord, we can create more success. The throne coins can fill the warehouses with gold, gems, and more and better things..."

Her words were full of enjoyment, which was a kind of enjoyment of escaping from the sea of ​​suffering, and it was also a feeling that people with no worries about food and clothing could not feel, surviving and becoming a winner. In such madness, Alan Baier vaguely saw his friend, John, they were very similar, very similar.

However, he wiped the food residue from his mouth and asked in almost indifferent words. "Leave, or die." He could not tolerate the person who could propose a food monopoly plan to continue to rely on his power to bully others. This time was the bottom line and the last. The Skadi were not demons, and Alan Baier could not allow this woman's plan to trample on his conscience.

It was also after this sentence appeared that, in the highest heaven, one of the threads of change that the Lord of All Change used to control all things broke. His head showed a curious and interesting expression in a humanistic way, and then passed by very quickly as if nothing had happened. He was destined to be moody, just like the change he represented.