blackstone code

Chapter 588 Before Dawn
In the luxurious palace, a royal steward wearing a wig walked down the corridor leading to the emperor's bedroom with a serious face.

Behind him were some people, some with equally serious faces, and everyone had a chilling look on their unsmiling faces.

The soldiers in the corridor wanted to stop the head of the royal family, but he stared back.

In Gafla, the royal chief has a very high status, he cannot touch matters related to politics, but he has the power second only to the emperor in the internal affairs of the palace.

This is also some experience accumulated by the Gefla royal family during the long years of rule. In the past, some emperors had been emptied by the royal steward in a sense, and the queen was pregnant with the steward's child. The throne was almost stolen by a bastard.

Collusion between inside and outside happened many times, so later, after the royal family regained power, they changed some rules to limit the potential of the royal family chief to the minimum, and at the same time, in order to avoid the event that something happened that was too late to deal with With irreversible consequences, all candidates for the head of the royal family must be selected from members of the royal family.

In other words, the chief executive of the royal family is probably a relative of the emperor's uncle or brother. Even if there is such a day, the throne and power of the royal family will not fall into the hands of outsiders.

At the same time, the emperor will have more trust in the general manager he personally appointed, and the relationship and relationship between each other will be better and more stable.

At the end of the corridor, the head of the royal family pushed open the door of the emperor's bedroom. In the huge bedroom, the emperor was sleeping soundly on a velvet bed, and the room was very warm.

In order to provide the emperor with a comfortable environment, there are many pure copper pipes on the walls and floor of this room, and high-temperature steam will continuously flow through the copper pipes, making the whole room as warm as spring.

The emperor was covered with a thin quilt, and the slow and rhythmic rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still in a deep sleep.

The soldiers outside the door wanted to say something, but they were speechless when watched by the manager standing by the door, so they could only keep silent in the end.

The manager slowly closed the door of the dormitory. The heavy and soundproof door completely cut off the dormitory from the outside world. The soldiers standing outside the door looked at each other and sighed silently. They knew what was going to happen.

Since the end of the war, there have been some voices of dissatisfaction with the emperor in the royal family. They spent too much wealth in the war, but they did not get enough returns. Many royal family members and princes and ministers were hollowed out. Mostly.

Coupled with the adjustment of the country's development direction after the war, Amélia became a rapidly developing region, and domestic development began to slow down. This also made those members of the royal family, including noble ministers, whose interests were basically in the country, very dissatisfied.

They believe that the purpose of the emperor's establishment of the overseas enclave of Ameria is not to get rid of the current "isolated island dilemma" in Gefla. This is a theory put forward by a domestic scholar. An isolated and helpless island country, once the war is lost and the flames of war burn to Gefra's mainland, Gefra may die.

When the war develops to that stage, it can actually explain the problem. The Gefra people are not the opponents of the opponent, and the only thing waiting for them is perdition.

But some people think that these are decisions made by the emperor for a certain purpose, not really... wanting to do that.

All kinds of dissatisfaction unexpectedly calmed down after the defeat in the naval battle between Gafla and the Federation. It was not that these people began to understand the emperor's previous thoughts and practices, but that the contradictions began to deepen and accumulate from relatively simple contradictions, and even Some people think that the current difficulties and challenges Gefla is facing all stem from the emperor's arrogance.

This kind of sharp contradiction will not be reflected, but everyone can feel its existence. This year, the emperor will yell at the officials in the ruler's palace almost every three to five times. A few years ago, he would not yell for almost a year several times.

He is also very anxious, but there is no good solution, all the troubles are not resolved.

Sometimes people don't care how much you can do, they only care about whether you have done it or not, and the emperor is now in the eyes of people, as if he has done nothing!
In the room, the steward walked to the side of the bed, the emperor was still in a deep sleep, and seemed to be unaware of the surrounding situation at all.

The steward picked up the cup on the bedside table. There was some unfinished wine in it. He sniffed the cup. It was high-strength alcohol. Besides this cup, there was also a bottle of pills, which were medicines to help sleep.

It could be seen that Gefla's emperor was suffering from insomnia... presumably.

The people who came in with the manager put the things they carried on the table, someone took out a waterproof cloth and spread it on the ground, and someone took out a foot-long waterproof cloth from the box they carried with them. round tube, threaded it onto a larger mechanism, and flipped a switch a few times.

After they finished all the preparations, the butler had a triumphant and happy smile on his face. He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

It was 45:[-] in the morning, and it was also the quietest time in Gefradi Capital. Even the girls selling happiness outside had almost rested.

And this is also the darkest moment of the day, but the manager believes that as long as this moment passes, dawn will come soon.

"Let's start!" He ordered, and stepped aside, so as not to splash something on his body. His suit is not cheap, and he likes it very much.

An ordinary-looking guy in his thirties who entered the emperor's bedroom after the chief steward raised the thing in his hand and pointed it at the sleeping emperor. There was darkness in the long black tube, as if something terrible was hidden. s things.

In the next second, a voice that definitely does not belong here, nor should it appear here—"Melisco Fourth Symphony", a section called "Resistance".

The music is full of struggle and shouting in the face of oppression, anger and resistance in the face of fate, the rhythm is fast and full of power!

The moment the sound sounded, the emperor's chest began to heave violently. The steward looked at him with a smug smile on his face. He knew that the emperor had woken up and pretended to be asleep, so he raised his hand, and the band played harder. up.

In the end, the emperor couldn't hold it anymore, and it was definitely not a comfortable thing to perform this kind of symphony in this place, which was much larger than a normal bedroom, but countless times smaller than an opera hall.

There's no way he's pretending to be asleep!

He was angry and irritable, and he was forcefully woken up from his dream before dawn. He picked up the half bottle of wine left by the bed and threw it viciously in the direction of the sound.

Fortunately, the manager had already made preparations, and two musicians deftly blocked the wine bottle.

The wine in the bottle that fell on the ground was flowing wantonly, but don't worry, the tarpaulin was laid before, it won't hurt the carpet.

"I'm going to kill you!" The emperor sat up abruptly, pulling his hair and growling, "Damn it, it's not even five o'clock!"

He got up hysterically, and kept beating the surrounding air, but the bands were still playing. At first they were really a little scared, but now they are paralyzed, anyway, they are just talking.

Even because the emperor said he would kill them, they worked harder than before!

"Ahhhhhh... can you... let me sleep for a while?" Seeing that it was useless to be harsh, the emperor began to soften, "Half an hour, dear brother, only half an hour!"

The steward shook his head. He is the emperor's own brother. From the very beginning, he knew that he was not suitable to be an emperor. Killed by hand.

At least he still has a good job and can get people's respect.

Perhaps making the emperor's life unsatisfactory is also one of his pleasures.

"No, Your Majesty!"

"You must go to the fitness room to exercise for three or ten minutes before five o'clock, and then deal with the documents delivered at midnight last night. At 10:45 in the morning, you have to wake up the prince, princess, and queen. At 08:30, you have to be in the restaurant. Let’s have breakfast together, at [-]:[-] the foreign minister will talk to you about work, and at [-]:[-] you will appear on the walls of the imperial palace to greet the visiting ordinary people..."

The emperor who was sitting on the bed sighed, he resigned to his fate.

The steward saw this and knew that the wake-up service was over. He made a stop gesture, the band stopped, and then disassembled the instruments, and they were about to leave later.

The emperor who was sitting on the bed began to adapt, he complained, "Why didn't I be a foolish king?", he looked at his brother, "Or be a tyrant, so at least you won't be at 45:[-] the damned. I wake up!"

The steward walked to another door, pressed a button on it, and looked at the emperor, "You can do that, but will you?"

The next second, the door opened, and two... well, at least two hundred catties of maids squeezed out of the door, holding a brush in their hand, grinning their teeth and saying to the emperor, "Your Majesty, please take a bath! "

This is definitely not a pleasant morning. The emperor feels like a boat that will capsize at any time in a storm.

When he first came to the throne, in order not to turn himself into a fool and a tyrant, he replaced all the beautiful maids in the palace with such large-tonnage ones.

For this reason, the subjects all over the country warmly praised him as the most outstanding Mingjun ever, but now that he thinks about it, he is really a fucking idiot, he doesn't torment others, he just torments himself.

Just as he was thinking about these things, a servant girl looked at him with a smile, "Your Majesty, do you want to dig out the bird's nest?"

(End of this chapter)