【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

The day after the emperor's birthday, Murat, who had been stationed abroad for almost a year, kept his radio silent except for necessary reports, suddenly sent back a communication.

The emperor did not expect that he would bring such news.So when he said what he had gained, Reinhardt only felt as if a salute was ringing in his ears:

It is extremely unimaginable that the middle-level staff officer who fled from the Ministry of Military Affairs a few days ago because of the Alfred incident was caught by Murat.

Murat himself still hasn't figured out how this happened, because his defense zone is not a necessary place to go to Feisha. If this person wants to escape, he shouldn't pass through here.

But he just came over and was caught—he was driving a small dilapidated commercial ship alone in Murat's defense zone, was spotted by the daily patrol team, and was pulled back to the base directly.

In fact, when he reported this to Reinhardt, it seemed that his face had a line "Should I buy a lottery ticket, Your Majesty?" Reinhardt could even see the calligraphy habits and sizes of these words Write.

To be honest, the emperor really wanted to encourage him to buy one and see the result.

The middle-level staff officer comes from a not-so-big planet in the central province of the empire, and he is a real native of the country.He was born in a merchant family, and his parents once took him to live in Feisha, but it was not very long, only when he was 10-12 years old.He has no experience of going out to study or do business after he has grown up, and he has never even crossed the standard border.

It is such a person, without professional training, without corresponding assistance, who silently played the role of a spy, and buried himself in the center of the country like a screw for nearly 5 years-to be honest, Reinhardt felt that this person's working ability It is still possible.

"You succeeded in getting him to speak?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. And it's not too difficult."

Reinhardt was slightly surprised.He knew that Murat was nowhere near as good at these things as Kesla or Oberstein.

"Then why did they kill that woman?"

"They were thinking about killing her a month ago because they found out she was out of control. I don't know exactly what that meant, but I guess he thought she was crazy. Early last year, she was in their With the assistance of the exile to Feiza, and from Feiza back to Odin. If we can try her systematically, then this whole line will probably be over. And this time you authorized this matter to Midamai Marshal Ya, they believed that it was impossible to kill Marshal Royantal under such a premise, so they had to give up that woman in a hurry and continue to wait and see for an opportunity."

Reoenthal's luck is really one-in-a-million.Reinhard thought so.And this person is too afraid of death—since Alfred and his colleagues are already dead, he shouldn't move, and he can try to continue to lurk.

"Is this aimed at Reyantal or..."

"A purely probabilistic event."

"So they are giving up their own protection and going online now?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"...Then what is he doing now? Why doesn't he follow his comrades?"

Speaking of which, Murat smiled: "This man refuses to die—in fact, that's why I can ask so many things."

Murat's answer is interesting.Reinhardt could feel what he meant—this man wasn't greedy for life and afraid of death, he just didn't want to die like this.

"Come on, tell me the details."

"This man is very interesting." Murat began his explanation, "I have talked with him a few times, and some of his experiences can be said to be quite typical - I wonder if His Majesty is interested in spending a little time on this point ?”

"can."

"By his own account... he got into the business at the age of 12. During his stay in Fraser, his father met a man named Lucas Lemini - he wasn't sure if that was his real name - This person is one of his father's partners in Fraser, and he has a very good relationship with his family. He also likes this person very much and always calls him Uncle Lucas. This uncle is also very good to him and often accompany him. He played, and told him tales of war--I'm sure you can imagine what they were."

Reinhardt nodded, a smile appearing on his face.

"Then when they returned to the empire with their family and passed a checkpoint base, Uncle Lucas sent him a message asking him, 'How many ships are there in front of the base?' He answered truthfully. From time to time there will be similar He answered all the questions that came to him. And when he was an adult, Uncle Lucas asked him if he was interested in joining their organization—he told him that they were a special team under the Fraser Local Security Bureau. He was working hard to safeguard the interests of Feisha and the rules of the normal human world. At that time, he also disliked the Goldbaum family, so he agreed lightly."

"It can be used as a model to be included in the textbooks on instigating rebellion..."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Murat agreed, "but after he agreed, Uncle Lucas didn't contact him for about 8 or 9 years. When he contacted him again, he had already served in the Ministry of Military Affairs. The civil war has also broken out. And Uncle Lucas contacted him for business - he opened up a refuge route, which can receive the old nobles and civilians fleeing to Feisha or the Alliance. He took over the job of soliciting business and earning Quite a lot. But it’s not about the money.”

"What is it?" Reinhardt suddenly felt curious.

"Because he finds it exciting." Murat said this with an indescribable expression.Reinhardt couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, okay. Although he is ashamed of his comrades, I have to say that I like him more of the two of them. Then?"

"Then the line slowly became reversed. He was in charge of responding until the day of the incident. During the period, he also sent some news to this uncle. But after this incident, Uncle Lucas seemed to give up on him. He didn't tell him to stand still according to the normal reason, but urged him to take all the useful information and take refuge in Feisha. The commercial ship was prepared for him. There was a problem with the ship. It is true that he could float to my defense zone alive have been very lucky.”

"Is there any reason to give up on him? This is a talent that has been cultivated for such a long time."

This question made Murat ponder for a while: "Your Majesty, everything I said below is completely just my own guesswork, without any real factual basis, just, just, guesswork."

"I allow you to continue."

"He faltered. He had a soft spot for your rule, they found out."

Reinhard stared at Murat's image for a moment, the expression on his face indicating that he was thinking quickly.Murat waited for him for a few seconds, and then the Emperor made his decision:

"Well, you go and tell him that I will give him a chance—if he is willing to find a way to get both ways, not only will his family enjoy safety in our land, but he will also be able to regain his freedom immediately, and it is possible After a hundred years, he will be famous in history, and become a true legend that will be mentioned in any history class of any military academy—how much he can do depends on himself, but the opportunity I give is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

"Okay, Your Majesty."

"Send a detailed report as soon as possible. When he agrees, contact my office directly, and I will prepare some small gifts for him to take back. Sending him to his destination and follow-up control will be arranged by you personally. If If extra cooperation is necessary, please contact the Deputy Minister of State Affairs, and remember to be as careful as possible so as not to leave loopholes or future troubles."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Murat bowed her head respectfully.

Reinhardt asked Mr. Staff to leave the names and information of all the people involved in Feisha that he knew.

But he didn't give these to others.Mittermeier, who is in charge of the investigation of the old nobles, has already stepped on them. In order to make the overall plot look more natural, he must now be patient and control his hands.

On the other hand, with the joint efforts of the angry Kesla and the perhaps not so angry Oberstein, the power of the Earth Church has begun to shrink, and various missionary strongholds and members of the Church have suffered very direct blows. Moreover, Oberstein also dug up a large number of military and government members who had been absorbed into the church-and then everyone discovered that almost everyone had some problematic people under their command.

Now that public opinion has promoted them as scourges, lunatics and potential terrorists, ordinary people will no longer be fooled, at least in the short term.

But what Reinhardt wants is not short-term effects, what he pursues is to make this nauseating thing disappear completely, so just working hard within the normal social scope is not enough.

For this reason, he specially wrote an interesting small proposal and handed it over to his acting minister of state affairs.

Gilfies' intelligence was not affected by the injury, but after receiving the proposal, he had to read it twice before he could roughly understand what the emperor was thinking.

"Don't you think it's interesting?" the emperor asked him.At this time, they were sitting on the big terrace beside the rose garden, drinking coffee and feeling the real early spring sunshine.

"...The effect is no less than whipping corpses in public, Your Majesty."

"It's just a small effort for human progress."

Gilfies took a deep breath, but Reinhardt knew he didn't mean to sigh.

"May I take this as your long-term vision for the future?"

The emperor nodded.

This answer made Gilfies fall into a brief silence.Then he raised his head, first shook his head and then nodded, as if it was difficult to express his emotion: "It is indeed something you will do."

"You know." Speaking of which, the emperor paused for a moment, and lowered the volume unnaturally, "...I like stars."

But Gilfies didn't even notice the change in the title he used.He just picked up the emperor's handwritten paper and read it again and again.

"If there is a God," he laughed, "then he may have heard your knock on his door by now."

"But there is no god in this world. So I won't disturb anyone."

This sentence made Gilfies nodded, but he quickly thought of other things: "Then are you sure you really want to use such a personnel configuration?"

Speaking of this, the emperor also wanted to laugh a little bit.He said with certainty: "He will have no objection."

"But in fact I think both of the heads are very reliable, enough to take care of everything... so you gave him the position of senior staff officer so that he can write the report?"

"Perhaps?" The emperor didn't care much about this, he just thought it was suitable for him to participate in this kind of thing in this capacity. "He needs to wake up, so I will give him space and time to wake up. And I think his report is indeed very well written-although not as good as Mecklinger and Oberstein, but better than most people-such as you , such as Mittermeier."

Gilfies raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked away as if he didn't hear anything.

The emperor looked at him with a smile.

He likes him like this, because it makes him feel that there is not much distance between himself and him.

"Come on, let me go for a walk by the lake. The weather is really nice." Putting down the cup, the emperor stood up, and stretched out his hand to pull him without giving him any time to react.

Gilfies didn't refuse, and let Reinhardt pull himself up from the chair.

The weather is really nice today.

Odin's sky showed an extremely lofty, transparent azure blue, cloudless.

Gilfies couldn't help but looked up frequently.

He knew he wouldn't be sending the special mission fleet off that day, but he really wished he could see them sail across the blue sky and into space.