【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Chapter 42

The emperor was still a little excited after waking up the next day, but at this time he had already settled down, and he was able to control himself perfectly and steadily, so no one could see what was wrong with him.

Now the weak and persevering, the kind and helpless, the aloof, the virtuous and gentle, the auspicious radiance of the Virgin, the one who is obsessed with housework no matter how high the status is, and the queen who has nothing but love and sorrow in her mind is already gone. Quickly took over all the internal affairs and successfully suppressed everyone, so if it is not an extremely important matter, it will no longer be delivered to half of the emperor's office on his side. Just wait for her to finish the matter and let Odin's other half of the emperor's office Just let him know on time.

Reinhardt has a high level of confidence in her.He knew exactly how far she could go, and believed that she would never hurt himself.Even if the matter is over this time, he hopes she can continue to be his Duke of Orleans.

However, the receding of the internal affairs still does not mean that it will be easier-all kinds of military information and intelligence about the alliance began to fly to the emperor's office like flakes.It didn't take too long, and the emperor, who had slept terribly the night before, couldn't stand it any longer.

He ordered an espresso and poured himself a shot, then dropped what he was doing and walked around the room while he waited for it to work.

At the beginning, all kinds of business affairs were still on his mind, but after a few turns, these things ebbed and sank, revealing some things that he had to pay close attention to and monitor but were hidden under the surface of the water, and After being dazzled by the huge surprise last night, he hadn't had time to observe their changes carefully.

Then he found out that the situation couldn't get any worse.

Now just thinking of his face makes him tremble, just thinking of his voice makes him blush.He tried his best to stop himself from caring about him, but he could think of him almost anytime and anywhere.

Although he has no actual experience, Reinhardt knows that these phenomena are probably reasonable, and he should not blame himself for it.But on the other hand, he was really worried that his judgment would be affected by this, and he couldn't help feeling that he was sloppy, awkward, artificial, and disgusting.And if bad things really happen because of this, then he will never let himself go.

But he didn't know what else he could do to improve the situation.Even a feeling similar to emptying but fumigated like a spring breeze, as if the fragrance was overflowing from the heating, suddenly began to envelop him, making his circling steps gradually slow down until he stopped.

Then, Reinhardt heard himself say this very clearly - "...It's all your fault." At the same time, a very positive feeling of sore nose rushed up.After he reacted, he immediately raised his hand to touch his face. Although he didn't find any tears, his cheek was already hot.

This time the emperor panicked and sincerely thought his brain was broken.

He ran to the bathroom and started washing his face with cold water, which was forced to last for several minutes, and eventually even his hair was quite wet.

Fortunately, when he finally straightened up and faced himself in the mirror normally, and wiped all the messy hair back with wet hands, Shutteri brought him an interesting news: The encrypted communication host that came down recovered its function, and the communication department used it to connect to Heinesen.

Reinhardt immediately rushed over, and then saw Reoenthal and Mittermeier standing in front of the communication screen and discussing something. The screen was on, but there was no image displayed for the time being.

"Contacted?" He approached them and asked casually.The two marshals immediately turned to salute him when they heard his voice.

"Just contacted their unified combat headquarters, Your Majesty. They may have been a little scared, but they still informed their various officers for us. They promised to send a communication back as soon as possible. I believe they should have started a meeting by now. Mittermeier briefly explained the matter for him.

Reinhardt nodded.Of course, this time should be given to the other party, and he doesn't mind waiting.

"Then I'll just wait here. Are the two Marshals busy? If so, you can do whatever you want and don't worry about me." Walking to the side and sitting down on a somewhat simple and old sofa, the emperor said to the two people beside him. .

The meaning of this sentence is to be sympathetic rather than to chase away guests, but since the emperor can be so reasonable, there is no reason for Luoyan Tar and Mittermeier to be ungrateful.

They retired respectfully, so that only the emperor and the staff who were busy as usual and dared not speak to the emperor were left in the room.So then Reinhard casually leaned back on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

He squinted in a daze for a while, feeling a little pain in his eyes during the period.But as time passed, this feeling disappeared quickly, and he even felt that he might fall asleep, but he didn't expect someone to walk over.

Reinhard opened his eyes, only to see Mittermeier who had gone and returned.

He can totally guess what he wants to do.But he didn't speak, just looked at him.

And Mittermeier's expression was a bit cramped, after all, what he was going to do was something he had never done before: "Your Majesty, there is something I don't know if I..."

"Royantal." The emperor interrupted him and said the correct answer.

"...Yes, Your Majesty. I..."

"can."

Mittermeier looked at him, somewhat surprised.

"I agree with any of your opinions, and I will allow whatever you want. And I can tell you directly that I never really wanted to punish him." Reinhard looked at Mittermeier without any expression but with gentle eyes. Throwing such a string of words to him extremely neatly.

"Your Majesty..." Mittermeier didn't know what to say anymore.

"This world is so unfair. It's obviously his fault, but you are the one who was really tortured from the beginning to the end."

"Please don't say that, Your Majesty. It's really nothing."

"No regrets?"

"……perhaps."

Reinhard nodded slowly, with a bit of bitterness in his expression: "Then control him well." Then he motioned for Mittermeier to go down, and the other party obeyed with gratitude.

Then the emperor sat alone in his original position and rested with his eyes closed for 20 minutes. He didn't open his eyes and stood up until he heard the correspondents on the side suddenly get excited and started whispering, "They're back to the communication!"

According to the time, the other party should not have a meeting—at least there was no big fanfare to gather people for a meeting. At most, a few people who happened to be nearby and could talk to each other found a small room for an impromptu discussion.

But Reinhardt wouldn't feel that they had neglected him.

He first walked slowly for a few steps, then stopped before entering the camera, and watched the correspondent talking with the other party with his arms folded, until he heard the other party say "go ask your person in charge" before signaling the correspondent to get out of the way , sat down generously in front of the workbench.And when he sat down, the others retreated.

On the opposite side was a man in his 40s, with dark skin and black hair, his lips were so thin that there were almost no lips, his face was gray and he looked sick, and he was a little nervous. He was wearing a Confederate standard gray-green jacket and a flat cap.

Reinhardt knew roughly who he was, and thought he recognized him.

But at this time, the other party suffered a shock because he only called the "person in charge" of the other party but actually called the emperor himself—he almost couldn't understand what was going on. It took a few seconds to move slowly.

Then he stared at the emperor very clearly for a while, and made a sound in a way that was likely to bite his tongue: "You..."

Until now, Reinhardt has received all kinds of brilliant titles, and he has the ability to answer each of them smoothly, even if the title itself needs to be silenced, but now he doesn't want to bother with his brain or Take the trouble to pick up this "you".

So he just adjusted his sitting posture, crossed his legs habitually, and raised his chin slightly to look at the other party.

Soon the other party also realized that his behavior was simply embarrassing for the country.

After trying very hard to straighten his expression and suppress his astonishment, the officer was finally ready to start a normal communication, but unexpectedly he got stuck when he opened his mouth: "This..."

Reinhard didn't care about this, even if the other party called him Mr. Royankram, he didn't care.However, after thinking about it, the other party decided to be as polite as possible.

"... Your Majesty the Emperor." He called him this and introduced himself, "Admiral of the Free Planets Alliance, Head of the Unified Operations Headquarters Desen."

Reinhard smiled gracefully, indicating that the other party had indeed heard it.

But then the other party looked at him, seemingly unable to figure out how to continue the conversation.Of course, Reinhardt didn't want to look at him for a long time, so he said bluntly: "Have you not received any definite news from Iserlohn, this Admiral Desen?"

"...So, this time you want to boast that you have successfully conquered..."

"No." The emperor interrupted him, "I didn't capture anything. I just removed a huge blood clot for the entire human society."

Desen's complexion was already bad, but now after hearing this sentence, it became even worse.Reinhard felt that his ability to bear it was a bit weak, but he continued: "Feisha and Iserlohn are both in my hands now, what are your thoughts now? Are you going to sit down and have a good talk with me?" Or should we be a group of real warriors and send troops to meet them?"

This sentence seemed to make Desen feel better, and he hurriedly asked: "You mean, can you accept peace negotiations?"

"Of course." The emperor nodded, his blond hair glowing under the light, "As long as Heinesen dedicates the city, I can immediately start preparations for negotiations, and at the same time promise to ensure the safety of all innocent people and the stability of the entire society."

"Hai... You, do you think we are all bloodless cowards and cowards?!" Desen was about to stammer.

"You misunderstood." Reinhardt explained to him calmly, "I never intended to insult anyone, and every word I say now has been carefully considered for a long time-if it will be met in the end anyway. What's wrong with shortening the process as much as possible and minimizing the loss and pain?"

"...You are so arrogant! You don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!!" His face began to turn red and purple, and Desen seemed to be about to explode.He was so angry that he even forgot the basic manners, as if he was teaching the young officers under him.

"It's you who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, Mr. General. Otherwise, how do you think things turned out like this? Is your luck a little bit unlucky?" The emperor had no intention of getting excited at all, and said with a nonchalant expression on his face, "For you Said, everything is irreparable. Now your real enemy is not me, but the inevitable law of the world - a society with exhausted wealth and population, endless political infighting, allowing the spread of cults to dominate the society, and even basic stability The regime that is difficult to maintain is of course exhausted. Even without me, collapse and division are almost at hand. If Heinesen is willing to sacrifice the city, we can start everything again under the premise of avoiding military conflicts, and normal people who are still alive don’t have to Then go to die. Even if you and I have different ideas, we can share the future and countless possibilities. You must understand, sir, what I am sending now is not a threat, but an invitation--board My chariot, this will be the most sensible choice for the alliance."

There was a long silence.

For a while, Reinhardt felt that the other party was moved by him.But there is no doubt that the other party still has great concerns, and he is not the one who can make a decision.

"Then if we are unwilling to submit to the power..."

"That's also very good. After all, I and my subordinates can be said to have arrived here after traveling thousands of miles. It would indeed be very disappointing to start peace talks and let the fleet return home without doing anything. But I I still want to remind you that in future textbooks, you will not be unyielding heroes, but just villains who drag people to be buried with them."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, I'm very interested—a regime that can't even make up for the troops lost in Yamlizha, what exactly is it trying to use to 'indomitable power'?"

"you……"

"I believe you have recorded all of these, go and bring it to your parliament for discussion. My office will send you a formal and detailed text announcement later, remember to hand it over at that time. Anyway, it is very simple Surrender or resistance, there is not even a third option, the choice should not be too difficult. Remember to hurry up as much as possible, because I am really impatient--Okay, is there anything unclear? I allow you to ask questions."

The emperor raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled maliciously with his handsome face.

Desen couldn't bear it and cut off the communication.