【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

The dragon in Odin doesn't know he's rich yet.

He was eating dinner alone—he didn’t know why alone, but if that was the case then so be—and his mind was still idly working on business, which included getting his Various legislative plans out of the framework, the budget for the second half of the year, Shuft's beloved large-scale Wapu jumping technology, funds for a number of national primary schools expected to start construction in the next year, domestic security and human trafficking issues, and the wonderful man of Feisha spies...

Then he suddenly remembered that Valle was sending the archbishop of the Earth Church back to Odin.

This time Valle did it perfectly, I just hope there will be no surprises in the follow-up.Fahrenheit was as solid as ever, and Reuenthal was in good shape.

It's been too long since I've been on the battlefield. Maybe I need to find some small things to let others do as well, so as to re-acquaint myself with the feel of the game.

As for the archbishop, I might have to spend a little more time on it...

Thinking like this, he gradually forgot what he was doing, the knife and fork in his hand rested directly on the edge of the plate and stopped moving, and because everyone was driven away by him, no one could remind him, so He just stared out of the window in a daze for about 5 minutes, and he didn't wake up until the attendant knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, the Marchioness of Marindorf is asking to see you." He reported to him respectfully.

In fact, he just let her go 2 hours ago, and judging from the time, she probably returned home after arriving.

Reinhardt was a little curious about what happened.

"Please come in, Miss Marquis." He ordered, then picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, straightened his back and sat down.And when he finished these actions, Hilde had already appeared at the door.

She bowed to him like the high-ranking gentlemen around him, and when she asked permission, she came over and stopped across the table.

Now Reinhardt is very familiar with her and can read some of her expressions.But today he felt like he couldn't see what she was up to.

"What's wrong?" He asked her.

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask if I can ask for a few days off?" She asked with a natural expression.

Reinhardt didn't expect that what she came back to make was such a request, but as long as she didn't resign, it would be fine to leave for a few days.

"Of course." He directly agreed, "How long?"

"Two or three days, I'm not sure. But I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Okay. When does it start?"

"Tomorrow, Your Majesty?"

Reinhardt nodded: "No problem."

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty." Hilde bowed to him, but didn't seem relieved or anything.But Reinhardt didn't ask any more questions, and just allowed her to back down.

But then he called her back again.

"Please come here, Miss Marquis." He said, then stood up and opened the side door on one side and walked into his office. Hilde followed him.

He went to his desk and rummaged through it, then pulled the target out of the large stack of files.

"I planned to give it to you tomorrow, but since you asked for leave, let's take it now."

Hilde took the piece of paper with some doubts, and then found that it was a letter of appointment for herself - Reinhardt gave her the position of director of staff, and by the way, awarded her the rank of lieutenant general.

Hilde was somewhat surprised: "...Thank you very much, Your Majesty."

"You're welcome, General Marindorf." Reinhardt said flatly, and then added: "Actually, you don't need to thank me, everything is for the country."

Hilde froze for a moment, then nodded.

"All for the country," she repeated.

Gilfies came to the emperor early in the morning.

There is no meeting today, so the two of them have a relatively long time alone.Of course it is not easy to be alone with the emperor and courtiers, because the main task is still business.

The theme is the various legislative plans that need to be framed before the summer.

Gilfies is not good at legal matters, so basically the emperor is leading the conversation today.

What is miraculous is that the emperor, who just graduated from a junior school and bid farewell to the campus at the age of 15, understood the general legal concepts, legal spirit, routine legislative procedures and rules when no one knew anything about it.

This made Gilfies lament the emperor's learning ability and sense of responsibility - in fact, he could completely leave this matter to other more professional people, but he thought that he could not completely ignore such an important matter.

And now Reinhardt speaks like a law student.

Gilfies believed that if he could persevere, he would be able to pass the judicial examination in a short time, and after a year or two of practice, he would be able to create a constitution for himself.

But I have to admit that this job is really tiring.

Today, Gilfies can be said to have been a legal dictionary for the emperor for a long time, and the emperor himself became tired quickly because of his high concentration, so that his state at lunch time was almost the same as that at dinner up.

"It's almost time... How about staying for lunch?" Without even looking at Gilfies, just pretending to focus on the long string of handwriting left on the manuscript paper, the emperor issued an invitation that sounded casual .

"Okay, Your Majesty." Gilfies agreed, "It's a great honor."

The emperor nodded calmly, but Gilfies could still find that he was happy at a speed visible to the naked eye.He didn't say anything else, just relaxed his body and bent his back, lying down on the table with some disregard for his manners, and closed his eyes.

His hair is already very long.

Because of the movement of lying down, they leaned forward and scattered on the table, and the spring breeze that sneaked in from the window blew them and gently disturbed them.

Gilfies wasn't sure if the timing was right, but he still stretched out his hand and stroked back some of the floating hair that had been blown to his face for the emperor.

Feeling his touch, the Emperor opened his eyes.Then he kept lying on the table, and stared at Gilfies for a while without moving.

Suddenly, he asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember the butcher shop half a street away from the house we rented?"

Gilfies recalled a little bit, and then found that he was very lucky to retain this part of the memory: "The one with the tall, strong boss who always wears a dark apron and has a yellow beard?"

"Well. Although I didn't say it, I actually like his marinated veal steak very much."

"Want to eat?"

"think."

"Then I'll go buy some for the kitchen next time—speaking of which, how do you usually arrange meals now?"

"They arranged that I would eat whatever they gave me."

"No choice?"

"I can tell them what I want, but after a long time, I feel that it is too laborious."

"Aren't you even willing to work hard for food?"

This sentence made the emperor laugh.He didn't make a sound, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was already almost wide open, his blue eyes were curled up, and the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He just smiled and looked at Gilfies, as if he couldn't take his eyes away.

Gilfies was satisfied with his expression.

But for a moment, another impulse seemed to arise in his mind, but he couldn't quite understand it-he felt that he might want to eat the emperor alive a little bit.Now, right away, with or without blood and with or without salt.

But if he did, the country would be in big trouble, so he responsibly pushed it back.

Then they maintained this movement, staring at each other without saying a word for several minutes, until someone knocked on the door outside to end the staring.

The emperor suddenly sat up straight, Gilfies hurriedly arranged his hair, and after he smoothed it twice, the emperor was already shaking with laughter, and finally had to start coughing, so the people outside the door When people came in, what they saw was the scene where the emperor was flushed from coughing, and the grand duke was pouring water for him.

Here comes Shuttley.

He brought another batch of news from Valier to the emperor, including the discovery of the treasure and popular science textbooks about the historical development of the Earth Church.

Let me talk about money first.

It took the emperor a while to realize that he could temporarily say goodbye to the current life of a wimpy housewife who counts money all day long and lives like a poor man who can only live on him.

He almost stood up.

But before he could stand up, Shortley gave him the second item, successfully keeping him on the chair.

He opened the document with a very fair attitude, and then began to frown when he saw the middle of the first page, fell into indescribable nausea on the second page, and became numb on the third page, and he had given up resisting and calmly dealt with it after reading it.

"...Is this the pleasure you can get from claiming to be the truth and supreme, hiding in the dark to harm the world, and harming others with extreme superiority..." The emperor handed the document to Gilphiaes, and turned back to Shuterai , "Send these to General Kesla, and all the people on the list will be dealt with first. As for what the specific Earth Cult has done... Let them verify to the extent they can - but this is not urgent .Financial affairs are fully entrusted to the Ministry of Finance, remember to complete the takeover as soon as possible, and don’t leave funds to them.”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiutley nodded gracefully to him, "The special forces responsible for escorting the Archbishop of the Earth Church, De Villi, are expected to land within 2-3 hours."

"Okay. Hand him over to Marshal Oberstein. All interrogation reports must be sent to my office immediately, but I will not interfere with this matter for the time being."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Xiutley took the order to retreat.Reinhard turned his head and found that Gilfies had already read the second page of the report.

He watched him for a while.

Gilfies' focus has always been on the paper, and he didn't pay attention to him.

So he reached out slowly and silently, and tapped the back of the other's hand holding the document with his fingertip.

Gilfies looked up at him and asked him "what's the matter" with an expression.

"It's nothing." Withdrawing his hand, the emperor tilted his head, pretending to be indifferent and serious.