Chapter 498: Opening! Opening!
“Boss, the fake Adwan has entered the imperial border, and our escort fleet has not been intercepted by the empire.
“The agents of the Imperial Foreign Affairs Bureau have secretly tested Adwan’s identity. They have confirmed that he is the person they arranged, and no abnormalities in the data were found. Now they have relaxed their vigilance.
"The torch has been raised, and all that's left is to light this fire."
Lu, who had changed into a dark-colored little dress, stood behind Yang Ming with her hands behind her back, and said these words softly.
Yang Ming was still sitting in the corner of Edwang's bedroom. He leaned over to pour himself a cup of tea and asked with a smile, "How is Princess Rona now?"
The lawyer searched his huge database for information and immediately said:
"According to what you said, boss, she is alive and well, waiting for you to find her.
"She has always had a good reputation in the Foreign Affairs Bureau because she participated in and presided over His Majesty Adwan's affairs. With the rise of Her Highness Daphne, Princess Rona has been marginalized by the aristocratic circle, but for her, life is still pretty good."
"I originally wanted to assassinate her myself."
Yang Ming chuckled, then shook his head slightly:
"Now that I think about it, forget it. She is just a screw in the hegemonic machine of the empire, and a representative of the Sherman family who is not too prominent.
"Give her a decent death later.
"You're a girl, don't be too ugly."
"Yes, boss."
Lu agreed with a serious face.
Yang Ming picked up the tea and took a sip, then looked at the cup in his hand in a daze.
Drinking tea is a habit he developed himself.
However, the water was not soaked with the tea leaves he was familiar with, but some similar substitutes that could also refresh the mind, but it seemed that it could not be called tea.
"Law," Yang Ming suddenly asked, "Can we still claim to be righteous now?"
"When it comes to the struggle between interstellar political systems, justice itself is a false proposition, boss."
"But justice shouldn't be a false proposition," Yang Ming leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, "I'll take a break. Call me if anything happens."
Lu responded gently.
For what happens next, there is a set of procedures that have been deduced tens of thousands of times. In fact, she can handle it directly without the boss having to do anything.
…
[Emperor of the Luofeng Empire and Chairman of the Luofeng Alliance Council, Edwang, has arrived at Jinrong Star in the Imperial Star Circle. 】
Catherine sat there lost in thought, looking at the text message that popped up on the communicator beside her.
She was in a fully transparent office. Outside was a busy command hall. Hundreds of people's workstations were arranged in a somewhat messy manner, but orders were always delivered in an orderly manner.
There is no need for Catherine to charge into battle now.
She only needs to wear a cool combat uniform, sit in her office, occasionally press a few buttons and attend some meetings to make the organization run efficiently.
The underground base where Catherine was located was radiating and remotely controlling sixty-two imperial resistance organizations;
These organizations have a total of more than 26.92 million "members", and their activities are spread across planets on the borders of the empire.
As long as Catherine gives the order, more than 1,200 old ships of various types, tens of millions of amphibious combat robots, and more than 8 million well-trained anti-imperial fighters will simultaneously launch armed struggles on the 32 main administrative stars on the border of the empire, and spread the sparks across the border of the empire.
Yes, compared to the terrifying size of the Sherman Empire, the power that Catherine possesses can indeed be regarded as just a spark.
Catherine originally thought that her greatest role was to be the vanguard of the commando team.
But under Lu's leadership, she has now become the spiritual leader of the resistance organization, an imperial female warrior who has been given various adjectives. She is a new leader who brings hope to the empire and dawn to the people at home and abroad who are oppressed by the empire.
Catherine always felt that she was not cut out to be a leader, but Hamton was;
It was only because of the mysterious and powerful mechanical thinking body, the defense system that matched the entire empire, and the assistance of "that man"'s best assistant Xiaolu that she was able to properly handle these extremely complicated matters.
Under Lu's arrangement, she also became the core figure of the "Flame" project.
The goal of the "Flame" plan is to unify resistance organizations on the Empire's borders, develop bases in most areas of the Empire's borders, propagate anti-Imperial ideas, and gradually gain the support of those poor people living on the fringes of the Empire.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
Under the oppression of the Empire's powerful starship fleet, it is obviously unrealistic to rely on these poor planets to overthrow the Empire.
But as long as these flames are lit, they can burn through the ideological territory of the people of the empire in a short period of time.
Law once said:
'The most important purpose of this plan is not to attract as much military power from the empire.
'The most important thing is that the resistance base we establish can exist stably and continuously, become a threat to the empire, provide the people of the empire with an additional choice, and make the people of the empire realize that they can survive well even without the protection of the empire.'
'To eliminate the people's dependence on the Empire is the core goal of the Flame Project.'
Now, their plan has reached the most critical step.
All it takes is an opportunity ;
An appropriate time to maximize the effectiveness of the "Flame" project;
And this time...
Boom boom!
Another message popped up:
[The Emperor of the Sherman Empire has sent several members of the royal family to receive the emperors of the vassal states, and a grand dinner will be held on Jinrong Star. ]
This opportunity is coming soon.
…
Empire, Imperial Star Circle, the capital of Jinrong Star, one of the main administrative stars closest to the Imperial Star.
Above the sea, a luxurious and extravagant "starship palace" is quietly suspended.
This palace seems to be made of colorful crystals. It is disc-shaped with hundreds of rings quietly surrounding it from top to bottom. Inside it is a small city that can accommodate 100,000 people.
Here are the famous attractions on Jinrong Star:
When starlight shines on this starship palace, a soft natural halo appears around the palace, and the entire starship is decorated into a dream palace by countless works of art inside.
This is the preferred venue for many nobles to hold their weddings, but the price is a bit high, and hereditary earls with less financial resources cannot afford the cost of holding a banquet here.
Now, the starship palace is the venue for entertaining emperors of vassal states.
Preparations for the banquet two galaxies later are being made in full swing.
Count Reville, wearing an imperial tuxedo, was standing in a corner of the palace, gazing at the vast sea of smoke beneath his feet and thinking about some troubles.
After the White Ghost incident, Revill rarely participated in gatherings of the imperial nobles.
"Count Reville!"
A hearty laugh floated from behind, and Artero, dressed in a white military uniform, walked quickly towards them with a glass of champagne.
"Why are you standing here in a daze? Several princes are holding a small party, and there are more than a dozen models brought over from the Guell Alliance!"
Reville looked at the guy a little helplessly.
He disliked the intelligence chief of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but this guy was indeed useful to his family.
Therefore, Revil could only be patient and smiled a little: "I don't really like this kind of occasion. Some of my maids are of Guel descent, so it's nothing strange."
“Wow!”
Atro leaned on the railing, raised an eyebrow at Revil, and said in a low voice:
"Have you received all the orders from His Majesty?"
"Yeah," Revelle nodded, "but it doesn't seem to make sense."
Atro asked back, "How can it be meaningless?"
Revell's fair and handsome face showed a hint of disdain: "His Majesty asked me to speak up and perform well here, so that I can have a chance to be promoted ... What's the point? I am a hereditary earl, not an honorary earl. A hereditary earl can only be promoted if he saves the entire galaxy."
"Haha," Atro was amused by Revelle, "Saving the galaxy is too much. Saving 10 billion people would be enough. It's just that the current direction of the empire's development is to suppress the nobles."
"If the empire really wants to suppress the nobility, it has ten thousand ways to make the nobility disappear."
Revil sighed:
“I am an unrighteous person.
"The aristocracy of the empire are the unjust."
"oh!"
Atro subconsciously glanced around, leaned closer to Revel, and whispered:
"My Earl, please don't shout these words out loud. I know that about 20% of the nobles in the empire now feel that they are the class that oppresses the common people. The existence of the nobles is to facilitate the Sherman family to rule the empire.
“I can’t really say whether this is whining or just an overabundance of saintly thinking.
“It’s always been this way in the Empire, isn’t it?
“We were born in the Sherman Empire. We are part of the Sherman Empire. We can make the Empire better in our own way.”
Revell stared at Atro. "Will the Empire be better off?"
"No doubt?"
"What about my idol? What about the white ghost? If I remember correctly, you always said that you were the ghost's best friend, but now, you don't even mention it anymore?"
Revell's gaze was somewhat intimidating.
Deputy Director Atlo's smile was a little stiff.
Atro sighed and said in a deep voice:
“This matter is complicated, but in the final analysis, it was because Hanton wanted to take a dangerous path, and this path had shaken the rule of the round table, so he was suppressed.
“But Hanton’s starting point should also be to make the empire better.
“You are very similar to Hanton, but also very different. You have your own family on your shoulders, Revell. You don’t have this kind of willfulness—I’m sorry, my use of this word is somewhat offensive, but in my opinion, many of Hanton’s actions are very willful.
"If you want to change this country, why don't you wait a little longer? Wait until you have accumulated more experience and have more say, and can really make decisions for the empire, then you can do these things, right?"
Revell suddenly laughed and whispered, "Deputy Director Atlo."
"What?"
"The empire has existed for tens of thousands of years. I don't know how many people have compromised like you. The final result of compromise is assimilation and erosion."
Revil's gaze became somewhat distant:
“I admit, there’s nothing I can do.
“After learning that my idol had been attacked, I was so excited that I wanted to lead my own private army into the Imperial Star and question the royal family about what they were going to do, but I was stopped by my elders and my housekeeper.
“That’s just a waste of time.
"I am a coward. I am weak in character. I have a better starting point than most of my peers, but I can only hide in the shadow of my ancestors, being submissive and insignificant, like a useless wimp."
Atro was silent.
"I can only say," Revil sighed, "Your Majesty really made a mistake in choosing me. After this banquet, I will return to my territory and live the rest of my life happily as a wealthy and stable man."
Atro whispered, "Isn't this a compromise?"
"That's a coward's cop-out, Deputy Chief."
Revill bowed slightly, turned and walked towards the banquet entrance not far away.
Although the banquet would not officially begin for more than a galaxy, he wanted to go in early and find a corner to sit in, so as to reduce a lot of meaningless socializing.
Arturo stood there quietly, leaning against the transparent wall, drinking the champagne in his hand bit by bit.
“So what’s meaningful?”
He shrugged, adjusted himself, and continued to be the most eye-catching person in the aristocratic gathering.
A few minutes later.
Revill, feeling somewhat bored, turned on the projection function of the network terminal, opened a book-shaped projection screen in front of him, and began to browse online information to pass the time.
With the hype of many major forces, the attention of people inside and outside the empire was focused here.
The media of the New Federation held various programs continuously, detailing the persecutions that Sherman's empire had inflicted on its vassal states;
The rest of the anti-Imperial camp is also using all their strength to try to prevent this "blood-sucking dinner" from taking place through public opinion;
Under the pressure of public opinion, the imminent serious damage to their own interests, and the instigation of various forces, armed riots of varying degrees broke out in the territories of the empire's vassal states.
There are even some radical armed groups that have begun attacking the capital stars of vassal states and loudly announced that they will not recognize any promises made or treaties signed by their emperor.
The Imperial Military was well prepared for this situation.
The two major battle groups that had previously gathered at the border of the Luofeng Empire were "split" into twenty "affiliated country support armed forces" according to their respective combat plans. They were reinforced with a fleet of three to five hundred main battleships and headed for the border of the affiliated country with the greatest opposition.
The political game between the empire and its dependent states that the conspirators thought of might be extremely complicated, with all kinds of intrigues and conspiracy strategies;
The actual political game is: drive the ship over, and if they don’t obey, beat them until they obey. Survival or destruction is a simple multiple-choice question.
"The Empire's military is mighty."
Revill sighed, and heard a few calls in his ears. He looked up and found that it was his 'friends' whom he hadn't seen for a while. A comfortable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
Before they knew it, a lot of time had passed and the banquet venue was already filled with men and women.
Each main participant is allowed to bring one female or male companion;
Everyone was so beautiful and handsome, and the deliberately suppressed conversations merged into the devil's low moan, constantly surrounding the spacious banquet hall;
Generals of Sherman's Imperial Army, elders of the Senate, and officials of the government departments can be seen everywhere here, and there are already figures dancing on the dance floor.
'How much did the banquet cost?'
Revill thought about this question in his mind, then shook his head and joked with his friend who came over to chat.
There were still ten minutes left in the countdown to the banquet. A group of princes, dukes, and retired generals entered the venue. The emperors of the empire's vassal states, some white-haired and some graceful, walked across the red carpet and entered the venue.
One figure naturally became the centerpiece of the banquet, and Reville and his companions couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.
Emperor Edwang of the Luofeng Empire.
"Wow, His Majesty Edewang is so young. It is said that his Fallen Wind Alliance is now as powerful as the top ten powers in the Milky Way."
"It's just a regional alliance. If it encounters strong pressure, it will fall apart. There's no need to worry too much."
“So they are equivalent.”
"Revil? What's wrong with you? Staring at His Majesty Edwan... Have you changed your taste now? His Majesty does have a nice figure, and that perky butt makes hot."
"Get lost!"
Revill glared at a certain hereditary viscount who was laughing strangely beside him, then he groaned for a few seconds and did not say anything.
This doesn't make sense.
Revill looked at Adwang who was chatting and laughing with the two princes. He stared at Adwang's expression carefully, and question marks popped up in his heart one after another.
This Edwan always gave him a slightly weird feeling.
Ding ding, dong dong, a subscription message popped up on the network terminals of several young nobles at the same time.
They all subscribed to…White Ghost Official Fan Club.
【Live broadcast reservation completed successfully】
[White Ghost live broadcast countdown: 1 standard hour, 06 standard minutes, 34 standard seconds].
Several people looked up at each other, and then looked at each other.
The news spread quickly in the banquet. Although the music did not stop and the figures on the dance floor were still moving ambiguously, the atmosphere in the banquet hall dropped by a large margin in an instant.
"ha!"
Revill suddenly laughed, attracting many looks.
The young earl, who had been sitting in the corner, now raised his head and chest unconsciously, and his young and handsome face and long golden curly hair were all lustered.
"Let's go, brothers, and socialize together."
