desire reconciliation

Chapter 81

The news that the emperor and empress of the empire died in the fire was circulated by major interstellar media, and the whole country was immersed in a sad atmosphere, remembering the great emperor who pushed the empire to the position of interstellar hegemony.

It seemed that everything was back on track, and Uriah was cleared of his charges and returned to the military.

Inquisition reconstruction is also on the agenda.

The days are passing by in this day-to-day reform, and being busy has become everyone's normal state.

"No matter how perfect a person is, he would be confused." Justu sighed after learning the truth about the part that His Highness Schubert was omitted from Uriah, "His Majesty Wells devoted himself to the empire, except for the experiment. His insanity caused the changes in Zongyuan, and he really dedicated his whole life to the empire."

"I don't see you respecting the old emperor so much when the royal family deducted funds from us." Uriah joked.

Justu cleared his throat: "'Such a rational and shrewd person, even if he is an enemy, is also an enemy worthy of respect.' You didn't say that." He imitated what Uriah said before.

Uriah propped his hands on the table: "It's just that the times and positions are different. Wells' era should be over."

As soon as the words fell, Lancelot walked into the Marshal's office with a knock on the door.

"The era of Wells should be over?" Lancelot repeated the first sentence he heard after entering the door, with playfulness in his eyes, as if he had returned to the relaxed and happy conversation between the three of them in the marshal's office a long time ago day. "Is this preparing to plot against me?"

"Yo, His Royal Highness is here." Justu smiled and got up to make room for Lancelot.

Uriah noticed something strange about Lancelot, a gloomy look flashed across his eyes, which was hidden in an instant.

"How dare you, if you want to rebel, you will be drawn to rebel against others. Besides, the future is bright now, and there is no obstacle."

Justu booed from the side: "Wow, boss, you are such a dog! Speaking of which, if the experiment that Lancelot participated in before was successful, it would be possible to transcend gender and live forever, so if you come later, boss Maybe now you are the one below hahahahahahaha..."

Justu talked more and more vigorously, and Uriah's usual death stare no longer worked.

Uriah was disdainful: "What's going on down here, if you have the ability, you can also kidnap a prince and let us have a look? One

Alpha is also chased by people every day and hides between several planets, so it is not ashamed to lose face. "

Justu's smile froze on his face.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm leaving." After saying this, Justu slipped away with his tail between his legs.

Uriah: "Remember to close the door when you leave, so as not to interfere with our two-person world."

Justu's half leg was hanging in the air outside the door, and he turned his head and shouted at the two of them, "Damn! What are you doing in the holy Marshal's office! I want to report it!"

Uriah looked indifferent: "Okay, who do you report to? The highest-ranking military and the highest-ranking royal family are now here, who do you want to talk to?"

Justu looked like he had eaten a fly. He should have known that Uriah was a scoundrel in private.

The persimmon was pinched softly, and Justu looked at Lancelot who was standing on the side. It was okay if he didn't pay attention. When his eyes met, he clearly saw Lancelot's eyes deliberately staggered, and then drifted to elsewhere.

Combined with Lancelot's guilty reaction and Uriah's stupid answer, Justu suddenly understood something, and instantly felt feelings other than admiration, longing, and admiration for the Marshal's Office, which he has always regarded as a holy place. .

His "sacred place" is not clean anymore.

What do you say that Marshal Uriah is the god of war in the empire? The objects that thousands of people yearn for are all fake. The non-commissioned officers and soldiers of the military department treat the marshal's office and the church is as holy and beautiful as the church. Ordinary people can brag about it for most of their lives. is fake.

The truth is plain and simple, and never compare with Uriah who is more stupid. This is the eternal truth.

"Before doing something shameful, look up at the golden military emblem above your head! Don't you feel guilty!" Justu slammed the door out, he felt that if he stayed a second longer, he would be caught by the two indiscreet people inside. infected.

There were only the two of them left in the huge marshal's office, and they stood and sat one by one.

Uriah spoke first: "What is your identity now?" His tone was full of amusement, "Is it the prince or... my adjutant?"

Lancelot asked back: "Can't they be all?"

Uriah smiled: "It is well known that the royal family and the military have always been at odds. People from the royal family came to the military to serve as spies?"

Lancelot frowned, wondering what kind of medicine Uriah was selling in the gourd.

"Come here," Uriah ordered.

Lancelot went to the desk, and Uriah placed

He waved his hand to signal him to come around.

Before Lancelot could stand beside Uriah, he was pulled into his arms.

Lancelot remembered the words Justu left before he slammed the door and left, struggled awkwardly a few times, and was held down again.

"Adjutants should look like adjutants. Even if the prince comes to be an adjutant, he must obey the orders of his superiors. Are you right, little spy?"

Uriah's deep voice was around his ears, and this man also deliberately released some cedar-flavored pheromones to surround him, and now he had no strength to fight back.

"I didn't want to cause discord between the royal family and the military." Lancelot's usual proud aura was gone, the smell of cedar lingered on the tip of his nose, and his voice was a little soft.

"Well, I know." Uriah tilted his head slightly, as if deliberately bringing his nose and lips close to his glands.

"Afterwards, I will readjust the financial plan. The money invested in the immortality experiment project will be allocated separately to the military department and the construction of the dungeon."

Uriah was a little bit astonished: "Why did you think of investing money in the dungeon? When the old emperor was in power, he proposed to rectify the dungeon many times. Every time, the money was thrown into the sea, and there was no splash."

Lancelot turned around: "My father was indeed an outstanding politician in his time, but the utilitarian way he did things as a businessman limited his way of thinking."

Uriah became interested: "Then I want to ask if you have any good ways to manage the dungeon?"

The charming atmosphere between the two of them disappeared, all because the sudden political topic changed the taste.

Lancelot shared his idea. This matter had already taken shape in his mind a long time ago. After going to the dungeon many times and seeing more dungeons, the idea gradually became full.

"I think the current problems in the dungeon are mainly two aspects. The first is ordinary people. They can't get a good job in the dungeon, so they can't raise enough money to get out of the dungeon and come to the ground to get a job. The right of residence. Another problem is the black part accumulated over the years in the dungeon, similar to gambling, drug dealing, human trading, or hiding some criminals and evil forces.”

"People on the ground have an inherent impression of the dungeon more towards the latter, but in fact the more ordinary people in the dungeon are the majority, and they are no different from the people living on the ground. Everyone is working hard to live.

That said, another reason why the crime rate in the dungeon remains high is that too many ordinary people fail to see the hope of life, and instead fall into the quagmire to engage in some illegal transactions. Like you, you have very superior conditions and can be better. There are really very few people who seize the opportunity well, so I want to give these ordinary people more opportunities to see hope. "

When Uriah watched him say these words, his eyes seemed to be hiding stars, shining brightly.

As if he was born to be the beloved ruler of the people.

Uriah blurted out: "The people in the dungeon are like weeds, as long as there is a gap, they can grow tenaciously."

"I not only want to give them gaps, I also want to give them sunshine and rain, but these can't be too much. We still need a threshold, but this threshold will be much lower than before. Solving the employment problem can be solved from There are two aspects. On the one hand, the conditions of the underground city itself can promote tourism. It is just to take this opportunity to let the people on the ground better understand the customs of the underground city. For example, gambling can be legally operated in other countries or planets. There is a precedent, you can apply for the right to operate in the underground city. Tourism will bring a lot of job demand.”

"On the other hand, when people from the underground come to the ground, the military department can recruit some people. There are really many good seedlings with outstanding strength in the underground city, and some of them can open up some privileges in a few concentrated industries so that they can better integrate Life on the ground, of course, opening up privileges will inevitably arouse public opinion, or infringe on the rights and interests of the nobles. It seems that the rich and powerful have lost part of their rights, but they are not stupid. They must know that the industries in the underground city will be more profitable than those on the ground. compromise."

He changed the subject and continued: "However, I have also reserved my backup. We will join forces with Vincent, and we can eat black. The nobles and dignitaries will definitely not be your opponents in the dungeon. The money earned by the dignitaries can be used to maintain the construction of the dungeon or to replenish the army.”

After hearing this, Uriah looked up to the sky and smiled, "It's really a wonderful closed-loop system. The rich and nobles choose their own paths, and they can only swallow their teeth if they lose their teeth. However, the implementation of this plan still requires the coordination and cooperation of many parties.

, one step cannot go wrong. "

When Lancelot said that he was very energetic, he was affirmed by Uriah again. He was a little agitated and wanted to jump up to continue discussing with Uriah, but he was taken back before his feet landed.

"You have been busy with various things these few days, and the young Marshal didn't dare to bother His Highness the Crown Prince. After thinking of so many ways, do you have time to think about me?"

Originally, the atmosphere was developing into a serious and serious discussion of decision-making politics, but Uriah suddenly became anxious.

Lancelot's mind was also turning quickly at the moment, and he changed the topic to the question Justu mentioned just now: "Did you just say that you can do it down there?"

"Isn't it just me who's down there now?" Uriah replied.

Indeed, he was sitting on Uriah's lap now.

Uriah accepted it as soon as he saw it: "I haven't asked, so what do you want me to do?"

"Can't I come to see you if it's okay?"

"Have we all progressed to this point?" Uriah asked back.

Lancelot frowned. He wanted to take Uriah's army by surprise, but in the end he was taken by someone instead.

"Hey, I came to you to tell you that the owner of the video data we saw on GW-741 has been found."

GW-741 star is the barren planet where Uriah was killed and trapped, where they found a research base about energy stones and Zerg.

"I haven't seen you yet?"

Lancelot shook his head: "It took a while to find them. The location my father arranged for them is a bit unusual."

"It's not like finding a random planet to lose some supplies, and blocking all communication equipment."

Lancelot looked at Uriah sharply: "How do you know?"

Uriah was stunned for two seconds before he could react, and then laughed loudly: "It is indeed very old emperor's style of doing things."

Lancelot murmured: "I feel that he is your father and not my father."

"Can he be our father at the same time?"

In the past few days, apart from Uriah being busy with the backlog of military affairs that had accumulated some time ago, the rest of the time was spent sending the eyeliner placed in the royal family back and forth to report to him the prince's movements.

He knows better than anyone what Lancelot has done these days, when to get up, and when to rest. Naturally, he also knows that Lancelot has been busy these days, and has dealt with as many things as he does.

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Lancelot: "If I knew it earlier, I would have asked you first, so I wouldn't have to make so many detours."

Uriah smiled and said, "Of course, you can come and ask me any questions you have in the future." After speaking, he added, "But you can't ask for nothing."

"There are still conditions?"

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. A rational person like His Royal Highness wouldn't know that?"

Lancelot thought about the royal family's account information and available resources in his mind these days, and felt that his father really left him a mess, and it would be a long way to go if he inherited the throne, so he squeezed out a sentence : "What conditions?"

Uriah also responded readily, without hesitation: "One kiss for one answer."

Lancelot: ?

Uriah continued: "If it's an operational problem, I'll teach you how to do it, no matter how difficult or easy it is, no matter how difficult it is."

On this day, a few non-commissioned officers who were waiting at the door of the marshal's office to report to work saw their famous imperial prince and adjutant of the marshal, Lancelot, blushing as if he had just finished a fight, striding out of the marshal's office. Followed by a noisy Marshal adults.