Chapter 211 Father and Daughter Talk at Night

Star Dragon Empire, capital of Saint-Saunière.

The Grand Palace, located on the meridian, is the most magnificent ground building ever built by humans.

Neither the Star Dragon Empire nor the people of the Federation have any objection to this.

The hundreds of meters high palace is like a sleeping dragon, entrenched in the center of the city.

No one knows how many imperial gold dragons the Star Dragon Empire spent to build this magnificent building.

Perhaps this is a wonder that cannot be measured by the cost.

Every ceiling in the Grand Palace is hung with crystal lamps of the highest clarity, and each crystal is shining, like a fragment of the stars.

The floor is covered with extremely gorgeous red carpets. These carpets, handmade by traditional craftsmen, are inlaid with golden dragon patterns, showing the "noble" blood of the Star Dragon Empire royal family.

The murals in the palace depict the glorious history and legendary stories of the Star Dragon Empire, and each painting describes major events in the history of the Star Dragon Empire.

Under the pen of the empire's top painters, these murals are full of mystery and imagination.

There are even rumors that during the painting process of these murals, powerful psychics "blessed" them.

If you stare at these murals closely, you may get lost in the scenes they show.

At the top of the Grand Palace, a huge star dragon altar stands there. The light emanating from the altar is like the power of a dragon, which makes people feel awe.

After all, this magnificent Grand Palace is not only a political center, but also a place of faith for the Empire's state religion.

Believers from all over the empire worship the legendary dragon god and regard the Grand Palace as the most sacred place.

Whenever night falls, the starry patterns on the outer walls of the Grand Palace will gradually flicker, as if the stars in the sky have settled here.

If you come to the four squares on the southeast, northwest, and northeast sides of the Grand Palace at this time, you will find that a large number of believers have gathered here.

Under the night, these fanatical believers look at the palace "covered with stars" in the distance and worship.

Above the heads of these believers, those constantly hovering rotor drones, and the optoelectronic probes, electromagnetic machine guns, and rockets mounted below them.

There are also HCPs and multi-legged chariots guarding the crowd around the square, which adds a touch of humor to this originally sacred scene.

"Attention, the second mobile patrol team, this is the dispatch center, there is a diffuse riot in the West Square, please go to support immediately"

"Calling the dispatch center, there is a large-scale fight between believers on Austin Avenue, and a non-lethal explosion-proof team is required to intervene, over!"

"Her Royal Highness's motorcade will arrive at the main gate of the Grand Palace in 5 minutes. Please keep alert for all guard units along the way and don't take it lightly!"

Invisible radio waves are constantly spreading in the air. The garrison troops with live ammunition are constantly maneuvering in the city under the command of the "Angel of Supervision" hovering in the sky, maintaining basic order.

As the dispatch center of Saint-Saunière's mobile, the main body of the "Angel of Supervision" - the CL-1201 "Sanctuary" super-large transport aircraft carrier, is a crazy product of the Imperial Aerodynamics Research Institute.

With a total length of 317 meters and a total width of 542 meters, the CL-1201 has become the largest atmospheric aircraft ever built by humans.

At this moment, in the dispatch center on the third floor of the "Angel of Surveillance", the main dispatcher was concentrating on the convoy captured by the optical observation component of the "Angel of Surveillance" on the screen.

The sudden visit of the imperial princess caught the entire Saint-Saunière staff off guard.

No one expected that the princess, who had been visiting various population centers in the empire for many years, would suddenly visit tonight.

Especially today is the monthly "Archbishop's Sermon Day", a large number of believers gathered here, and the security pressure was originally great.

However, when the dispatcher saw the convoy enter the Grand Palace safely, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the Grand Palace guarded by the Imperial Guards, the safety of the princess did not need them to worry about.

"Her Royal Highness has entered the Grand Palace, the alert level of this ship has been lowered, and the dispatching resources have begun to be redistributed."

The convoy finally stopped at the door of the deepest bedroom in the Grand Palace, where Frederico Rosa Leon, the emperor of the Star Dragon Empire, has been bedridden for a long time.

With the help of her maid, Her Royal Highness Princess Agnes Barbara Leon, dressed in a gorgeous red and white dress, got off the car.

Her long platinum hair fell to her waist, and a pair of S-shaped horns grew from behind her temples.

The root, about two fingers wide, first extended upward, then descended in an arc, and finally drew a rounded upward arc.

When she raised her proud head, her slender neck reflected lines similar to dragon scales under the illumination of the surrounding crystal lamps.

Agnes raised her slender arm, and her fingers like tender green onions gently parted the hair on her forehead. Her stunning face was enough to make the stars and the moon dim.

"Your Highness, you are here. His Majesty has been waiting for a long time."

A middle-aged man in a waiter's robe walked down the stairs of the bedroom. The complicated lines on the cuffs of the robe indicated that he was the current chief attendant.

However, Agnes completely ignored the royal chamberlain and walked straight up the stairs with her maid and guards.

Although most people don't know his background, Agnes has found out through her own channels that this person is a hidden regent party.

Although he was completely ignored by Her Royal Highness, the expression of this chief attendant was not affected at all, and he still maintained a decent smile.

He walked one step behind Agnes and continued:

"Your Highness, your bedroom has been rearranged, if you need to stay tonight."

"Shut up."

Agnes's cold voice sounded at the door of the bedroom.

The chief attendant felt as if he was yelled at by countless people from different directions and different channels, and the whole person lost a moment of clarity in an instant.

He pinched his fingers under his sleeves hard so that he could wake up in time.

When he looked up again, the imperial princess had already walked into the emperor's bedroom.

Her maids and guards had consciously guarded in front of the gate, and the original imperial guards at the door of the bedroom also skillfully formed a posture of mutual protection with them.

Only Agnes's last words remained in the air:

"This is my home, you don't need to talk too much here."

"You are here, my child."

Frederico Rosa Leon stood up on the bed and looked at his daughter who was slowly walking towards him.

"Everyone, step back, you too."

Although the old emperor's voice was a little weak, it still resounded throughout the palace.

He turned his head slightly to look at the other side of his bed, and a blue light symbolizing psychic energy flashed in the empty place.

A figure dressed as a royal silencer appeared out of thin air.

He bowed respectfully to the old emperor, and then slowly retreated to the door of the palace.

The moment he passed by Agnes, the only remaining sixth-level psychic in the empire seemed to see a pair of dragon wings flashing in the shadow of the imperial princess.

When only Leon and his daughter were left in the palace, the noble princess of the empire finally spoke:

"Is the archbishop not here today?"

"Ahem. He should be preaching at the altar right now. What's wrong, my daughter?"

"Nothing, just asking."

Agnes walked to her father's bedside and sat down. Looking at the extremely weak old man on the sickbed, she found it difficult to connect him with the 'father' who controlled the empire in her memory.

"According to the itinerary set at the beginning of the year, shouldn't you be visiting the Duke of Artesia's fiefdom now?"

"The itinerary has been adjusted, father."

Agnes gently took her father's hand. The 'dragon scales' on the back of the hand of this monarch, who was once known as the 'wrathful dragon of the empire', have begun to shrink.

This is a symbol that his life has begun to count down.

"The people and lords in the border areas have recently intensified their criticism of the empire and the royal family, and there are even signs of inciting secession and independence, so I temporarily adjusted my schedule.

After meeting you tonight, I will set off for the border tomorrow."

"Child, are you sure you want to go there at this time?"

Frederico suddenly sat up, holding his daughter's hand tightly, his eyes full of worry.

"You do this. Isn't it giving him a chance?"

"Sometimes, retreating to advance is also a good choice, father."