Walk alone in the abyss

Outside Yang Ming's deputy director's suite, the four maids stood quietly for a while, and then the two stayed behind, and the two went to find the lounge equipped for them.

Inside the house, Yang Ming walked back to the bed carelessly, and got under the quilt that simulated the texture of snow.

"How is your Highness inspecting?"

Stepping on her high heels, Daphne walked to the corner of the bed and sat down with the end of the bed.

She said softly: "It can be said that there is no discipline at all here. It is very different from the intelligence base I thought before. The ills of the MIB system cannot be eradicated in ten years."

"ten years?"

Yang Ming only showed his head under the quilt, and said with a smile:

"You may have overestimated the efficiency of the empire in this regard. Because of the existence of the imperial guard system, the Military Intelligence Bureau is actually dispensable."

"But the Imperial Guard system can't be turned on all the time... Well, the advanced version of the Imperial Guard system they developed seems to have passed several critical tests."

Daphne sighed softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, a little lost in thought.

If Yang Ming guessed correctly, she should be tired.

"Go back and rest, Your Royal Highness," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I'm going to have a multiplayer sport next, and it's really difficult for me to use it here with you here."

Daphne frowned tightly: "Mr. Ghost, what are you going to do?"

"Big baby!"

Yang Ming greeted, and the secret door on the wall opened by itself, four slender maids walked slowly with laser guns in their hands, and after placing the laser guns in the corner, they all dressed in maid outfits faced Yang Ming. salute.

"Owner."

"Look," Yang Ming said with a smile, "a robot."

Daphne couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I would like to ask your Excellency, aren't real humans better than robots?"

"Of course, you think?"

Yang Ming stared at Daphne: "Why are you so arrogant, Daphne?"

Daphne's nose and ears almost smoked with anger: "Arrogant? Me? Am I arrogant?"

"You see, 80% of your appearance and beauty are determined by your genes and acquired environment, full of uncontrollable factors, but what about these robots? They are the top scientific research team in the empire, and they have worked hard for decades to create The crystallization that comes out, what is this? This is simply art."

Yang Ming clicked his tongue:

"Why do you think that your ability can surpass this professional robot? Isn't this arrogance?"

"I!"

Daphne stood up.

Yang Ming always felt that she had a sense of sight as if she pulled off her long skirt and pounced on a real person to PK.

"Hmph!" Daphne said calmly, "If you want to provoke me, then your methods are too weak. You can do whatever you want, and I won't mind if my man has a few more robot toys."

After saying that, she kicked her high heels aside and walked barefoot to the bathroom.

Yang Ming poked his neck and looked at Daphne's back, feeling a bit guilty in his heart.

Does she really want to live here?

This woman is a bit annoying by nature, and she is an elite member of the Sherman family. She is ambitious and full of utilitarianism, but she is still a young woman with a great figure and curvy. She is the most famous actress in the empire at this stage. The dream lover of countless young men in the empire...

If something happened to this, Yang Ming would feel a little uncomfortable.

If something doesn't happen, Yang Ming always feels that he will be despised by the other party.

Yang Ming glanced at the four maids, and said with a smile: "Eldest baby, second baby, don't go to serve Her Royal Highness yet."

"Yes, master."

The eldest baby rolled up his sleeves: "It's a normal service, right? It doesn't mean being suffocated to death by her being pressed to the end of the sewer, is it master?"

"Of course," Yang Ming said, "This is the princess of the empire! You must be polite and respectful to her."

The eldest baby shrugged slightly, but the other three maids responded normally with their heads down.

It was only then that Yang Ming remembered that he had let go of the restrictions on the eldest child to the maximum.

Still, it's kind of fun.

Half an hour later, Daphne, who finished washing, walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Her long hair hanging down was extremely smooth, her fair skin exuded fatal beauty against the dim light, her blemish-free face was full of calmness and a trace of tension that could no longer be concealed.

After all, this was the first time she had faced a man.

Moreover, most of the time, she regards torturing the maid or the woman she loves as a "perverted" manifestation of power realization.

Will he say no?

Does he hate the power behind him, or does he really hate her, the princess of the empire?

If he didn't have the status of a princess, but was just a simple singer, with his appearance and figure, would he pounce on her directly?

Thoughts popped up in Daphne's heart. When she walked to the bedside, she took a few deep breaths, and then she kept a faint smile and walked to the other side of the big bed.

"Honorable Earl of Hanton, this is how you greet the Princess Palace..."

Daphne paused.

She saw the spray on the bedside table by Yang Ming's hand.

Although she has never used it before, she also knows that this unisex spray can generate a very thin film that separates the sexes during the human reproduction rehearsal ceremony, thereby achieving the purpose of contraception.

Daphne subconsciously clenched her fists, which had no threat of force to ordinary humans.

She admitted that at this moment, she was indeed somewhat...

"chatter--"

Boss Yang let out a slight grunt from the tip of his nose.

Daphne breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, then looked at Yang Ming helplessly.

"You are not a gentleman."

Daphne muttered softly, and the towel slowly slipped off her body. She lifted the corner of the quilt and lay on the other side of the big bed two meters away.

The four maids turned on the night sleeping mode, walked to the four corners of the suite, then closed their eyes, and automatically turned on the wireless charging and night answering mode.

The light in the room gradually dimmed, and Yang Ming's snoring became the main sound here.

Daphne didn't know why, she used to suffer from insomnia for an hour or two, but she soon became sleepy with the noise, and fell asleep in a daze.

'It's not a bad night. '

This was the last thought that came to her mind before resting.

...

"madness!"

The third uncle's scolding made Atero somewhat embarrassed.

"Third Uncle, this, this is mainly because Hanton wants to create some achievements, so he proposed a plan to seize the black hole in the military expenditure of the local defense force. This, I just want to ask for your opinion."

"The only thing you have a brain is that you have self-knowledge! If you know anything, come and ask me, this old bone!"

The third uncle snorted heavily:

"Now the front line is fighting, but the rear is going to hunt down these big nobles, how can the big nobles not cause chaos!

"There will be no problem with one or two big nobles. You want to make all the big nobles feel a strong sense of crisis. Once they unite and cry in front of His Majesty, how many heads do you think you can have? Our respected Majesty will Will you not directly use you to appease the anger of the nobles?

"You are nothing short of an idiot!

"The white ghost is a reformed soldier. He doesn't have a big picture to understand. You have been in the Military Intelligence Bureau for so many years, why don't you even understand this!"

Atro could only smile awkwardly.

From the bottom of his heart, he thought he was lucky—fortunately, he listened to Hanton's words and asked the third uncle in advance.

The third uncle scolded a few words, calmed down a little, and said in a low voice, "Have you mentioned this to anyone else?"

"Absolutely not."

"Well, you still have a brain."

The third uncle nodded slowly, leaned on the sofa and began to swallow:

"Atro, you have to remember one truth, the rule of the empire is achieved through the tools of the aristocracy, and the great aristocrats are the redundant part of this tool, and they are the moths that this system will inevitably produce.

"The internal contradictions of the empire have intensified day by day. We used the war to transform the export of contradictions to the outside world. After the initial setback of the war, we did not achieve much effect.

"Actually, I have been thinking about it recently, what is the cause of the current predicament of the empire."

Atro laughed: "Third uncle, this is the scope of your worries, I can't figure it out."

"What's the use of worrying about me?"

The third uncle sneered:

"My influence only exists in the army system. When the army completes a cycle of metabolism from the bottom up, if I can't go any further, I can only find a place to retire."

Then, the third uncle sighed softly, and said slowly:

"When I was your age, I was a general who didn't have much brains and only knew tactics, tactics, offense, and offense, and led the fleet to defeat powerful enemies one after another.

"I later learned that the biggest enemy of the empire is the empire itself.

"In the empire, under the round table, in the sphere of influence of various departments of the military and political system, there are two forces that are not clearly divided... It is not so much power as it is the inner tendency of us old people.

"Atro, you may have heard of the five words system reformers."

Atro was stunned: "Third Uncle, are you a reformist?"

The third uncle nodded slowly:

"It's also time to tell you this, but don't worry, this is a discussion formed within the core of the empire's power, and we are just looking for a way out for the future of the empire.

"This discussion is actually, should we revise the imperial system, define the empire as a civilization with a long history, and then decorate the periphery of the political system with the words of freedom and democracy? It is still another way to adopt an elite governance strategy. Let the nobles only Hold honorary titles, including the largest nobles in the empire.

"As far as the military is concerned, there are more reformers and less conservatives.

"For the big aristocratic circle, there are more conservatives and fewer reformers. This is in line with their respective interests."

Atro frowned tightly, the biggest nobleman in the empire, isn't that... His Majesty the Emperor?

In fact, he has long heard that the elites in charge of the empire's military, political, economic, and cultural fields—like him, a big boss who retired on the surface but still influences the military behind his back—has a reformist, a conservative group.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he came into contact with these things, he had no choice but already had a clear stand.

He must be hanging out with his third uncle.

"Third Uncle, what is His Majesty's attitude towards this?"

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty doesn't know these things," the third uncle laughed. "On that table, two-fifths are reformers, and three-fifths are conservatives and those who maintain the status quo. In this circle, there are only one-fifth of the reformists."

"Growing so fast?"

"Many people have changed their minds," said the third uncle slowly. "The empire has existed for too long. This system has undergone countless patches. When faced with the ideological impact of the new federation and other regimes, it is indeed powerless to parry. Many People will feel that the imperial system itself is evil and that only democracies can fully respect human rights."

Atro frowned slightly: "Then, what are we going to do?"

"It can't be done, or in other words, the time is far from ripe."

The third uncle said slowly:

"The reformers have reached a bottleneck, because if they want to enter that table, they must become members of the Sherman family, and they themselves will be bound by the imperial system.

"I'm telling you this today to make you sober and more stable. You are too young, and even with His Majesty's protection, you can't rise too fast. You must fully think about the overall situation of the empire before you can make a truly suitable decision." A move of imperial interest.

"Also, you can help me bring a message to the white ghost."

"Tell me!" Atro immediately grabbed the notebook, "I'll write it down right away."

"Idiot! Can this be recorded in words! Are you engaged in intelligence!"

Atro could only laugh.

The third uncle grabbed the oxygen bottle and gave himself a few sips before continuing: "You convey it to him for me, and after a few years of precipitation, it might not be a good choice for him."

"It has been settled for a few years... I will remember it all!"

"Then get out!"

The third uncle held up a crutch to hit someone:

"I'm really! I'm about to die of anger at you! If your mother hadn't entrusted you to me! I'm too lazy to care about you idiot!"

Atro just sneered, and secretly turned off the call.

Afterwards, he looked up at Yang Ming who was sitting in the corner, and shrugged slightly: "You guessed it, my third uncle's attitude is like this."

Yang Ming wondered, "Did I just hear that you put all the blame on the white ghost Hanton?"

"do not mind the details."

Atro laughed twice, took two red wine glasses, a floating ball flew over, and automatically poured drinks into the wine glasses.

He approached Yang Ming with a wicked smile on his face: "I heard that Her Highness Daphne spent the night in your room, the deputy director?"

"Well, is that a problem?"

Yang Ming took the drink calmly, lowered his head, took a sip, and clicked softly: "At that time there were still four maid robots that you gave me."

"Five, five?"

"In terms of the quality of sleep last night, it was quite comfortable." Yang Ming said honestly.

Atro glanced at Yang Ming's waist, and could only sigh with emotion in a low voice: "I even want to transform myself, Hanton, you are also... a powerful transforming life body."

"Calm down," Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Okay, let's continue discussing where we should trouble the great nobles of the empire."

Atro sighed, and slumped on the sofa: "Then we can only collect evidence of these nobles' crimes from other sources. It is best to find a few people with poor popularity and rich families. The military department provides a large amount of military expenses, which can serve multiple purposes.”

Yang Ming didn't say much, and sat slumped on the sofa with Atro, slowing down his thinking, refusing to think, and killing time.

However, while the two of them were chatting here, a storm was brewing on the empire's network.

In Law's thinking space, hundreds of avatars stood in front of each screen, typing rapidly on the keyboard in front of them.

The Dark Star Navy is online again.

And this time, the topic they want to hype is also very simple.

[The imperial local defense forces have suffered huge losses in military expenditure, and the collective corruption of the hereditary nobles].

Some things, once started, have no reason to stop.

Of course, Yang Ming didn't have too much expectation for this matter. The empire is like a high-pressure boiler, and it's far from reaching its limit now. This kind of trivial matter is just adding a little pressure to it.

...

Dark Star No. 3 base.

Hera lay wearily in the rest cabin, adjusted the sleep parameters, and started to sleep efficiently for four hours with the help of sleep-promoting gas.

This is what she is most dissatisfied with her body.

It is inferior to not be able to conduct research work continuously for twenty-four hours.

However, not long after Hera lay down, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the scattered pupils quickly converged, and her brows furrowed tightly.

Queen, are you going to start your dimension upgrade?