Chapter 701: 294 Dark Squad_3
The Old Emperor glanced at Revelle, then at Yang Ming, his eyes harboring a deeper aning, and he smiled, “Co sit over here, Hanton, co by my side.”
“Thank you.”
Yang Ming did not salute militarily but instead bowed to the Emperor.
Two beautiful won, who had been waiting for a while, gracefully moved forward, one dressed in a bustier gown with transparent fabric, the other in a white long dress, both offering Yang Ming natural yet appropriate smiles.
They pulled out Yang Ming’s chair; one aided him to take a seat while the other stood by waiting.
Yang Ming didn’t even need to lift his chopsticks to eat; they managed everything for him.
The Emperor leaned toward Yang Ming with a smile, “I’m very happy that you could co.”
“It’s my honor to serve Your Majesty.”
“If the Empire had more people like you, who possess great power or influence and also understand the need to adapt, how wonderful that would be.”
The Emperor lifted the wine glass in front of him and gently clinked it with Yang Ming’s.
“You’re a smart man, Hanton, I don’t need to explain too much about the aning of this banquet.
“Atro from the Military Intelligence Bureau and Count Rasoga are old acquaintances of yours, and you can get to know the others later. They have all been selected by
from different systems.
“It’s like Atro, he has an uncle in the Military Departnt who’s retired but still retains great influence, and Rasoga represents the new generation of Imperial Nobles, they are also the most potential young people in their respective systems.”
Yang Ming wondered, “Your Majesty, which system do I belong to?”
The Emperor chuckled, then burst into a roaring laugh, nearly bringing himself to tears.
“You are my blade, Hanton,” the Emperor said with a twinkling smile, “you will help
organize and train a guard that will only obey my commands.”
Yang Ming nodded slightly.
The Emperor suddenly said, “You seem to be very eager for a cluster of cells?”
“Yes, Your Majesty, it’s very important for the stability of my genes.”
“How about I make it a reward for completing a mission?” the Old Emperor suggested with a light laugh, “Actually, soone told
that if you get that cluster of cells, you might beco the new Valkyrie, a true Ancient God Life Form… I do know quite a bit about these things.”
Yang Ming’s expression turned stern.
The problem had indeed co to this.
“Your Majesty, do you doubt my loyalty to you?”
“To hell with loyalty, I don’t believe anyone is truly loyal to , this individual human being, haha,” the Old Emperor’s gaze flickered slightly, “they are only loyal to the position beneath , and I am only chosen by this position. The Empire has a stable system, the Emperor can serve as a symbol, and as the ultimate weapon’s key.”
Yang Ming grew a bit more wary of the Old Emperor in his heart.
“Do you know, Hanton,” the Old Emperor stared at the fountain, speaking softly, “I originally thought about just letting it go, to live this life as it is, but when I looked back on my life, I suddenly felt so dissatisfaction. I haven’t yet understood the true aning of being an Emperor.”
“The true aning?”
“Relax, just chat with , as if I’m an old drunk off duty, just here to drink.”
Clink.
The Old Emperor clinked glasses with Yang Ming, and Yang Ming took a gulp of the drink.
The Old Emperor sighed, “Do you think, if I keep this up, the Empire will experience an internal crisis?”
“Yes,” Yang Ming answered bluntly, “Your Majesty, you want to use
to instill fear in them, and faced with fear, there will inevitably be those who resist.”
“Fearful rule is tyranny,” the Old Emperor said, “that’s how I’ve been brainwashed since I was young, brainwashed by the teachers sent by the Elder Court.”
Yang Ming fell silent.
The Old Emperor murmured:
“But I think, only the necessary fear can correct their perception of the words ‘Emperor.’
“The Elder Court is too bloated, the Military Departnt has too much authority, and the developnt of the Divine Sect is only consuming massive amounts of funds without any practical significance. The New Calendar Reform has confined the imperial power but has cultivated even more privileged scum.
“My life probably has another fifty-six years left, my progeny are already nurous enough, now I want to stir up this country properly.”
Yang Ming smiled, “Your Majesty, better not to take too big a step. You are still strong at your ‘Emperor’ job, with plenty of ti ahead.”
“Tsk,” the Old Emperor grinned and nodded, “You’re the only one with the guts to say it. Rember, never use the word ‘great’ to describe
in any situation, you can use ‘handso’ or ‘wise’.”
“Of course, wise Your Majesty.”
“Take this,” the Old Emperor tossed a disc to Yang Ming, “that’s your mission for you and a few others, to slay this Prince as your grand entrance ceremony, causing a bit of disturbance, but don’t let the Elder Court or Military Departnt catch any definitive evidence.”
A test of loyalty?
To kill a Prince?
Yang Ming pocketed the disc and was about to utter so flattery when he heard the Emperor muttering under his breath:
“He’s my own brother, tsk, who made him rape my history teacher, give him an explosive death… You can do such things, right?”
Yang Ming rubbed his nose.
Although he wanted to act a bit in front of the Emperor, saying ‘what’s done is done,’ a sense of sha made him choose silence, he simply nodded calmly.
“I’ve been a pirate during my most difficult tis,” Yang Ming said in a low voice.
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