The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the center of the room is a huge, patterned wooden table, which is large enough to hold 12 chairs on the side.

　　 The tabletop was wiped by the machine servant almost flawlessly, smooth and bright, projecting the reddish reflection of the lumen lampstand hanging high above the head in the upper area of ​​the vault of the hall.

　　 There is only one stain left on the tabletop, a tiny, imperceptible dent.

No matter how many times the craftsmen and guild mechanics have studied it, cast it with the best grade resin or the restoration compound supplied from the precision injection tube, this flaw has never been completely erased-it has been permanently attached to the mahogany Texture.

　　 Cleopatra had already felt plain about it, even though the grand judge found his eyes often fixed on it over the years—whenever the countless exhausting nights, the council meetings continued until the most insignificant.

　　Only the twelve members of the High Lords Council can be in the front seat, and other secondary officials have to hide in the shadows or sit along the roots of the wall.

　　 This is undoubtedly a great room, well-equipped, and a good atmosphere. Opening the windows and shutters can give the room a good exterior view-overlooking the roof of the palace, and the circular door shows the densely armed arms on both sides of the world.

　　 Cleopatra Rhys thinks this is a good choice for research or as a private office.

　　 However, this is hardly a place that can be considered to manage an empire. It can only be hidden behind the scenes. It is only suitable for conspiracy and behind-the-scenes transactions. This is not a place where a power heart should be.

　　 Cleopatra came in last, and his attendance was solemnly recorded by the recorder.

　　The high lords all sat down. First, the Minister of Legal Affairs Avelisa Drachma nodded in greeting. This was his only true ally among the twelve high lords.

　　 This place is not quiet. In fact, the atmosphere is relatively harmonious. Everyone is talking to people around him, and some people are laughing. Assassin's Court Master Fadix is ​​the only person who has not talked to anyone, he is always silent.

　　 The assassin tutor’s cheekbones are sharp, his steel-gray hair is very short, and he has an uncomfortable temperament on his body, so no one wants to provoke him.

　　 But Cleopatra actually likes Fadix. He believes in the almost autonomous function of the Assassin's Court, because from a spiritual level, it plays the same security role as the Tribunal.

　　He also often meets Fadix and other Assassin Lords in private.

　　 Of course, it is to discuss operation techniques, detection methods, and share intelligence between agencies.

　　 These are all part of giving and taking.

Sitting in the second seat on the right hand side of Cleopatra is Marshal Moore A Shalier, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Astral Army, a disabled veteran with outstanding merit, but he does not appear to be old, he seems to be only five years old. Sixty years old.

　　 The fat Meleda Perez was a red-faced man with a loud voice. He was an admiral of the Imperial Navy. His fat body was wrapped in a silver-lined ocean blue uniform.

　　 It took a while for this guy from a large aristocratic family to sit down and talked with the Minister of the Interior Violetta Roskavler about a puzzling scandal.

　　Violetta Roskavler seemed to be listening intently, but Cleopatra guessed that he was not very interested in the admiral’s gossip news, and didn't even bother to think about it.

The Ministry of the Interior is the largest bureaucracy in the empire and governs countless administrative officials of the empire. Although Oleta Roskavler is here, it is estimated that his mind has already flown a billion light years away, dealing with countless people. Administrative data.

　　 It is these constant work that keep the giant nest of Tyra in order, but the Chief of the Interior Department has also become the shortest average lifespan among the high lords. Even many life extension operations can't change this situation.

　　At the other end of the table, Wood Udia Laski, the founding general of the Mechatronics

　　 is talking with the Pope Eos Ritra and the representative of Navigator Kadaq Mir.

Of course, Wood Udia Laski is another person who has undergone transformation. Her transformation is autonomous and started when she was young. Many years have turned her into a bloated and huge machine. , So that she was the only high lord who could not sit down.

　　 Cleopatra watched the actions and actions of the casting general with great interest, guessing whether the soul in this body was the casting general himself, or was it just a controlled puppet?

　　In professional instinct, he suddenly thought that these mechanical cultists are very difficult to kill, and the navigator is also non-human, but at least it looks fragile and vulnerable.

　　 Those weird servants of the Star Torch Hall, in the Council of High Lords by Lucius Sloter, the Director of Star Torch Hall

　　 As a representative, the method of dealing with humans still applies to them.

　　 But the Star Whisperer should be a different story.

　　Zlata Ash Krapias, the director of Star Whispers, is their vicious and unpleasant typical.

　　The most conspicuous in the field, there is no doubt that Tremas Remsana Keren, the spokesperson of the trader Ronin, a luxurious woman with an almost dramatic appearance.

The role she played is considered by many to be the most insignificant. On the other hand, the trader Ronin’s fleet accounts for almost 90% of the empire’s interstellar navigation capabilities. In times of crisis, she has even more power than the admiral. Big.

The commander of the Forbidden Army was not present as in the past-their seats in the high lords were more symbolic. They were far away from politics, even far from the empire, especially after entering forty-one thousand years, no one saw them Leaving Terra Forbidden Palace.

　　 Ding Ding Ding————!

　　 Suddenly, the bell rang, and the representatives returned to their positions, even the most powerful of them.

　　 The little angel and the tape recorder began to hum, as if it was a big bird cage.

　　 Lord Killiman (this is a title similar to Caesar) walked into the overcrowded room~www.readwn.com~, sat down, and bowed his head to the eleven senior colleagues.

　　 Lucius Slode, the director of the Star Torch Academy, a person who does not seem to be very important, but has the friendship of the six high lords at the meeting, so he took the position of chief.

　　 His hair has been shaved, and the huge old scar that extends from his scalp to his neck is very obvious. He is wearing a woven robe, with the style of a lost nation of Gutera.

　　 He is not the first human being to hold this honor, but like his predecessors, whether it is a mortal or a superman, he also uses the official honorary title of his official position-Kiliman of Markulag.

　　 Lucius Slode looked around the room, his left eye was milky white, gleaming under the long scar, and finally fell on the Minister of the Interior, Oleta Roskavler.

　　 "Please keep order now."

　　Oleta Roskavler nodded and activated the calculus machine lying on the table in front of him.

　　 Soon, the thing began to tremble, typing on the ingot buttons on both sides of a big winged mouth.

　　 "With the blessing of the Emperor, ladies and gentlemen, the Conference of the Twelve Lords is now convening."

　　 Lucius Slott clicked on the data board in front of him. Today’s agenda is displayed on it, and he read the first one as written.

　　"——About some problems that emerged in the New Badab War and some of the behaviors of the Astarte Order such as the Astral Knights and the Weepers."