Will Be Me

Walking in the imperial palace at dawn, the girl was full of energy, but her body kept sending out signs of fatigue, urging her to rest.

Somewhere in the mind, it is constantly providing spiritual power to this body, keeping the spirit of this body at its peak.

It is the space of consciousness.

Maybe it was when Kronos was devoured, maybe it was when the consciousness called from other bodies filled the consciousness space, or maybe it was when it exited the consciousness space.

The space of consciousness transferred the object of attachment to the body of the maid.

Vaguely, the girl felt that she had picked up a big deal.

When the consciousness space separated from William, it had already proved that it was not an ordinary thing.

Not long after, the girl walked to her residence.

Next to Lin's bedroom, the girl opened the door and walked in, casually took off the intact maid's skirt, and buried herself in the quilt.

At the same time, Lin opened her eyes, ready to start dealing with today's work.

When leaving the bedroom, Lin conveniently pasted a note on the door next to her.

"Hugh, allow"

There was a gilt plate on the door with the words "Rose Amber" branded on it.

Behind the door is the maid who just fell asleep.

With that note, no one will disturb her all day today.

This is a special privilege that Lin specially prepared for other bodies. As long as a note is pasted on the door, it means that Lin has allowed this person to take a vacation, and no one else will come to this person for anything.

Of course, this person will be recorded afterwards and placed in front of Lin. If others dare to forge, they will be liquidated afterwards.

Soon, Lin came to the place where she handled her daily work.

This small study room, which is not too small, can be regarded as a private place for Anya and Ling on weekdays. Only Lin can come in and out at will, and others can't even get close.

Having said that, Anya really rarely comes here on weekdays.

As soon as she entered this room, Lin felt something was wrong.

There is a pink and delicious loli on the big golden chair, which looks between a girl and a loli, wearing a thinner white cotton skirt.

This person is Anya.

"Why are you here today?" Lin asked.

It sounds strange, the emperor's private place, how can the emperor not appear here.

However, Anya does rarely appear here.

In the past, she had to stay here to handle government affairs. Until Lin came here, she spent three days fishing and two days drying the net, and then she stopped coming altogether.

This is her.

Even after coming to this world for more than ten years, she still cannot be called a qualified ruler of feudal society.

Compared to the emperor, she seemed to be in the carefree days before time travel.

"Didn't I tell you about Shensoul last night? I guess you can't help but try it. If you really try it, then you should be lying in bed and unable to get up now."

As she spoke, she looked at Lin again.

There was no trace of fatigue on his face, and the slightly curled ends of his unmanaged hair added a bit of vitality to the mess.

Looks like he slept well last night.

"I let someone else go, it should be about the same in fact." Lin's words were a little vague, but she was actually referring to the matter of devouring the soul.

"Right, and..."

Tell me what happened last night in detail.

"Uh... oh... space of consciousness..."

She was thoughtful, and she put her slender fingers to her lips and thought for a while.

"It can be said to be the Kingdom of God. I didn't expect that she could really master ideology in a short period of time, and she still has enough will to replace the dominant position of the entire consciousness space."

This she refers to Rose, who was the blond-haired maid from last night.

"Hasn't this happened before?"

"Almost none. It is said to be the Kingdom of God, but it is actually the space of consciousness just like what you said. The space of consciousness that can be stabilized is extremely wide. The conditions like yours are extremely harsh. No one has been able to achieve it throughout the ages."

"I am very interested."

"Then let me talk about it. First of all...well...it's hard to say the specifics right now, so I'll just talk about the general idea.

According to what you said, when the consciousness space collapses, it can actually devour the debris of the consciousness space to strengthen its own consciousness.

As long as the consciousness is strong enough to cover half of the conscious space, it can prevent the collapse of the conscious world.

The problem is, there isn't that much room for awareness.

There is no need to do so.

In the past, a certain emperor spent a lot of time and energy cultivating an extraordinary person who had mastered the space of consciousness. However, it turned out that this thing was useless except to make people invigorated. "

The "consciousness" in the conscious space is probably something related to the spirit.

The effect is only refreshing, nothing else, no matter how much "consciousness" is swallowed up, the consciousness space cannot interfere with reality.

It's easy for people to think that this thing is just a derivative of the soul, just like the magic of foreign races outside, it is not as powerful as extraordinary items.

Not in good spirits?Find an extraordinary person to transform it, and you won't have to sleep in this life.

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Volume 85: Chapter [-]

"Oh... well, it doesn't look like it's going to work."

Lin officially started today's work.

"Then I'm leaving?"

"let's go."

Without looking at Anya who disappeared, Lin picked up the paper on the table instead.

Thanks to what Anya has done in the past ten years, the system of the entire empire is extremely chaotic. While ensuring the basic survival of the people at the bottom, it also disgusts people of all other classes.

It's just that Lynn doesn't care much about these things.

My subject is Lin Yi who is a mass of people, not a certain individual.

So one's own feelings depend on the combined feelings of all oneself, not just a certain individual.

"Build an orphanage, receive a large number of people created by the Pot of Shengzhi... and then adjust the working system, get rid of the twelve-hour working system, and it is best to reduce most occupations to four hours."

Through the information from other bodies, Lin's various thoughts became laws and regulations.

There is no difficulty, just like all difficulties and obstacles do not exist.

Short of money, the nobles pay.

There is a shortage of people, and the nobles come out.

During this period of time, the intelligence department is not just for nothing, and the influential nobles in the imperial capital can basically be said to be their own people.

Don't talk about things, they are willing to confiscate all their property. For Lin, it's just a left hand and a right hand. Anyway, it's all her own.

Suddenly, she saw a document.

A report on, border rebellion.

.........

The northern frontier of the empire.

The snowflakes fell early, but a flower stubbornly bloomed on the dead wood, the color was as red as blood.

The dim kerosene lamps illuminate the numb and dirty faces in the underground mining area.

Crackle

A whip lashed the ground violently, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"You bastards, work faster!"

Among the groups of ragged miners are supervisors with whips in their hands. As long as one person is slow to work, the whip will be whipped up mercilessly.

"... "

Perhaps the only light in the numb people's eyes was fear. They picked up the cold ore manuscripts in their hands and smashed the cold stones.

The hope in my heart was also buried by pieces of rubble.

"This group of beasts..." A thin miner spewed out a small voice. Looking at his clean face, it was clear that he had just arrived in the mine not long ago, and the hope in his heart had not been buried.

Unfortunately, his words were overheard by an overseer.

Then the heavy whip was slammed down, and the boy's body fell to the ground.

"what!!"

The thick whip makes people feel heavy just by picking it up, let alone hitting people.

"Boy, what did you just say?"

The overseer had thick beards at the corners of his mouth, a big and round red nose covered with disgusting white thorns, and white mist constantly spewed out from his nostrils and mouth.

He was grinning all over his face, he didn't care what the thin guy said just now, he just wanted to vent the violent desire in his heart.

"Vitch! The owner of the mine has something to ask you for!"

The overseer was interrupted by a call from a distance, and he left a sentence with a dull face: "Boy, you are lucky."

Then he left.

Only one young man was left in unbearable pain on the ground.

Until then, a thinner figure ran over.