Chapter 897: Chapter 361: The Principal Seat
Yang Ming looked at himself in the mirror.
The imperial standard military uniform in light gray, with three or four dals given by the military hanging on his chest, topped with the shoulder insignia of a major colonel of the Military Departnt.
After Yang Ming signed those contracts, Daphne happily left, as if she had let go of a heavy burden.
Within half a day, the pardon docunt and the Imperial Military Departnt’s transfer order were already placed on Yang Ming’s desk.
Because the frontline was starting to confront, he needed to go to the frontline within three days, et Admiral Thomas, and enter the command system of the Imperial Military Departnt.
Indeed, this was not just a show.
Or rather, although Yang Ming was rely an honorary figurehead, he could still voice his opinions in military command and have so level of influence.
The East Wind, which underwent strict inspections by Lyu, was now docked outside the noble prison.
This was the first ti the ancient technology battleship of the White Ghost appeared openly in public view.
No need to hide anymore, the East Wind had already undergone a full ship scan by the Imperial Military Departnt.
The particle transmission machine and sub-light speed linear acceleration engine on the East Wind should give the Empire a slight ‘ancient shock,’ but even if the design plans were given to the Empire, they couldn’t produce them at the current stage.
No other reason, particle transmission and sub-light speed flight require strong fundantal technological support.
Back then, Levi didn’t acquire the ‘technology tree’ needed for a third-level civilization to advance to a fourth-level civilization, causing the Empire to lag behind in this area.
When civilization developnt enters a slow deep-sea phase, every theoretical breakthrough requires a long ti and a relay-style effort by nurous researchers.
Technology explosions only occur during periods when the civilization’s technological level is relatively backward, with plenty of gaps to fill, evolving into new application technologies.
What surprised Yang Ming a bit was Lyu’s ‘preparation for a rainy day.’
Long ago, she anticipated that Yang Ming would publicly disclose information about the East Wind to win the Empire’s trust regarding the White Ghost;
So, Lyu had already moved so sensitive technology off this ship.
The most crucial of which was Lyu’s main brain system, which she disguised as a technology comprehensible to the Empire, thereby concealing her existence.
Of course, such matters couldn’t fool Li.
However, what Li knew wasn’t just about this ‘survival ship for examinees.’
Besides moving sensitive technology and making so disguises, Lyu urgently added a simple control system to explain the fact that such a large ship had only a few human crew mbers.
Thankfully, no problems arose.
“Earl Hanton.”
A gentle voice of the prison warden was heard from behind.
Yang Ming glanced back, seeing the prison warden with a group of prison staff, dressed in impeccably pressed formal wear, collectively saluting with the imperial military salute.
Yang Ming turned around, returned the salute, and laughed, “It’s probably against the rules for guards to salute a prisoner, isn’t it?”
“You’re joking,” the prison warden quickly said, “During your three months here, you actively cooperated with our work, which is an honor for us, and… because of your presence, prisoners in various zones have been unusually well-behaved, the prison has never had such a smooth and romantic period.”
Yang Ming clicked his tongue: “Do I look that violent?”
“Certainly not, certainly not, it’s just that there’s sothing haunting their minds.”
“Alright, I’m leaving now.”
Yang Ming waved his hand, casually handed a letter of comndation to the prison warden.
“Thank you all for your care during this period, I’ve caused quite a bit of trouble for you. When you have a vacation, please co to my Saka Star for a visit, help boost tourism consumption in my territory.”
The group of staff nodded hastily.
When Yang Ming turned away, the group exchanged glances and collectively sighed in relief.
In today’s Empire, who dares go against the White Ghost?
He’s not only strong enough to challenge an infantry legion single-handedly, but the aura around him is also so dazzling it can’t be looked at directly.
The first transford person allowed to participate in imperial politics;
A superhuman with genes fused with the Ancient God Life Form;
The only nickna given by the Emperor;
Insect Queen terminator;
Record holder for the most viewers of a live broadcast throughout the Empire;
The fastest-promoted Honorary Duke of the Empire;
He beat the second in line for the imperial throne, only to be confined for two or three months, while the Prince who was beaten lost his political status, forced to beco a consumption unit on Emperor Star…
Yang Ming’s figure disappeared around the corridor corner, followed closely by the prison warden still smiling broadly.
“You say,” one person asked, “Is the Empire’s top leadership really that wary of the White Ghost because he’s so capable?”
“Public opinion, it’s public opinion.”
“We are the Empire, does the leadership really care so much about public opinion? There must be another reason.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, don’t make wild guesses, be careful not to bring trouble upon yourself, this great god has finally left.”
“Well, our peaceful days have co to an end, suddenly feeling a bit unadapted.”
The managers of the noble prison chatted and laughed as they slowly dispersed.
Yang Ming walked with the prison warden across the spacious plaza, left the prison gate, and stepped onto the street bathed in Constant Star’s light.
The East Wind quietly stationed in the expansive area outside the prison, surrounded by a large number of journalists taking photos.
“Boss!”
026 ran forward holding a bouquet of flowers.
From afar, the reporters moved hurriedly, and one floating sphere rushed over.
“Earl Hanton,” the old prison warden said warmly, “this is as far as I’ll escort you.”
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