big devil holmes

Chapter 232 The Gears of the Empire

Silence is a kind of wisdom, or relief, or silent resistance, or it may be proof of shock.

In fact, it was just a phone call to apply for the headline of the newspaper. This is not too unusual for the editor-in-chief of the Holy Magazine. The principle that the Holy Magazine has always adhered to is [truth], but there is only one newspaper and only one headline. , so at some point, it is normal to make some planning and operations for this position.

However, the content of the application for the headline report made silence fall for a moment. The wind blew through the hall without even lifting the skirts of the people present, but it seemed so noisy.

The Secretary General of External Affairs of the School of Life Sciences lowered his eyebrows and looked at the wood grain on the table in front of him, as if he wanted to see how many layers of growth rings this piece of wood had.

And a liaison officer of the government army sat upright and drank tea. He had been drinking this cup of tea for about 15 minutes, but the water in it did not decrease at all.

No one seems to want to be the first to speak at this point.
If you don't talk, it's not because you don't care, but to wait and see.

But there are always people who can't sit still, and for them, this silence seems so harsh and unbearable.

Finally, the dean of the Imperial College of Medicine smiled, and said gently: "It seems that some juniors have some paranoid longing for the results displayed a few months ago. It is understandable, after all, Professor Darwin is the leader of this academic field." Or, in his later years, he died because of a small mistake of his own, so his students naturally did not accept this fact easily.

This kind of respect for predecessors and dedication to science is indeed an extremely valuable quality.

But within three months, two consecutive demonstrations of experimental results were held, isn't it a bit too frequent? "

The dean of the medical school was very careful in his words, but in the end he showed some opposition.

"Frequently?" At this moment, the secretary-general who had been looking at the annual rings suddenly pushed down his glasses: "With the results, it is natural to show the world that the empire is a whole. Is it possible to hide something good? Tucked in? If possible, I even hope that this kind of scientific research progress will be displayed as often as possible!"

The dean received the rebuttal, and still smiled kindly: "I understand your position. If you work for the Academy of Life Sciences, you naturally need to say something for the Academy of Sciences, but your results were not so satisfactory last time. It’s only been a while, and I want to say, if it’s just some small improvements, then there shouldn’t be such a need to mobilize so many people, and it would take up a headline in a holy magazine, isn’t it a little bit.”

He didn't make a fuss out of a molehill, because at this point, his words were interrupted by the editor-in-chief's somewhat excited speech: "Your Excellency, Dean, it's not a small change. The other party means...the experiment was successful."

"Last time they also said the test was successful."

"The last experiment was a success!" The secretary-general retorted lightly again: "The experiment failed, and Dean Darwin was caught in a fight for the position of vice-president, and eventually died in his own experiment. You didn't read the report in the newspaper So in the past few months, some people have suspected that the failure of this experiment was caused by someone deliberately obstructing it."

"Hehe, I never knew about these rumors. I'm busy, so I only read the absolutely authoritative newspapers like the Holy Magazine. In fact, you should also know that the information that grabs attention in those third-rate tabloids is very important to most people. To humans, it’s just words to pass the time.”

A sense of tension gradually rose. In fact, in this kind of meeting, it is a bit nonsense to bring up some third-rate reports that have not been verified and propagated at will, but the Secretary-General is very natural. When it came to Dean Darwin's death, the failure of that experiment was mentioned.

However, even if these words sound like unsubstantiated nonsense, as long as they are spoken out, they will reach the ears of everyone present. different understanding.

"Okay."

Finally, Elder Miles' weak voice rang out. In fact, he should have stopped this kind of children's quarreling political discussion, but he seemed to be a little bit late in his response. Finally he spoke:

"Whether this information can make the headlines is a matter for other newspapers, so what's the use of arguing about it.

Moreover, the display of the results is not kidnapping, you have to go, if someone wants to go, then go, if you don’t want to go, don’t go, noisy here, can it affect where people’s legs go? "

This kind of old man's theory on the street made the venue fall into silence again.

And amidst this silence, Elder Miles said in an extremely calm manner:
"I just hope that whether it is the potion I studied before or the experiment that can control wild demons just now, their original intentions are the same, that is, to have a better future for the empire.

Not because of those power struggles.

Or use all of it as rights or inheritance capital.
I know these are special times, so please don't let these beautiful things get too much dust.

Although the House of the Elders is a group of old and dim-witted guys, there are also a few stubborn old people. Sometimes, if they decide that something is unpopular, they will really put a knife on their necks. Changed it. "

After saying this, Elder Miles closed his eyes, and then let out a deep breath, as if he had said too much today:
"Okay, I'm speaking on behalf of the Elder's House, let's stop here, you continue to talk about yours, I have to go back to sleep"

After saying that, he got up slowly, and walked out of this hall with even slower steps.

The surrounding wind seems to be getting stronger, bringing out some dust that is unique to the ancient Roman city, and slapping on people's bodies, like bullets that have been shrunk countless times, crackling, flying and shooting each other in the field, but There was no gunfire, let alone flesh and blood.
That day, night fell, and there were some cloudy clouds in the sky, as if holding back a rain, which made the dry city rarely show a little dampness.

In a simple building, there is only the faint hum of medical machinery. Some needles hang down from the infusion pipe on the ceiling, and then penetrate into the back of a haggard old man. Some needles have rotating threads. It turned quickly and silently, penetrated into the skin and spine, and then injected the medicine into the old man's spine.

This is undoubtedly a pain that ordinary people cannot bear, but the old man remained silent during the whole process, and occasionally there would be some imperceptible groans in his throat, which meant that he was also enduring this cruel torture with difficulty.

Finally, the soft humming stopped, and the old man exhaled a long breath. Feeling the interaction of various medicines in his body, as well as the severe muscle pain and stomach cramps caused by long-term infusion of medicines, he could only Use breath after breath to endanger yourself, at least you can still feel pain, at least you are still alive.

"Zi~Zi~Zi~"

There's some noise coming from the speakers, and then:

"The controllable wild devil experiment announced to the outside world that the second result display is about to take place. This news has been confirmed by the headquarters of the Holy Magazine. It is expected that the headline and half of the second page will be used to report this event tomorrow."

It was still the same voice, it seemed that ever since Emperor Augustine needed to stay in this room every day and use the life support device to prolong his remaining life, all his communication with the outside world was through this voice, and at this moment, that voice Facing the greatest emperor in the history of the empire, the voice did not use honorific titles, let alone the red tape between the courtiers and the emperor, but just straight to the point and said the most important information at this time.

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In the room, silence was still maintained. The old man did not speak, but closed his eyes. The slight frown between his brows meant that he was still suffering from the side effects of the medicine.

After a long time like this, the discomfort in that haggard body finally eased, and the old man slowly opened his eyes.
"From today onwards, there is no need to report any information to me. The inheritance ceremony is about to begin. I need enough time to preserve my energy." Emperor Augustine said calmly.

"Yes." The voice responded, but hesitated a little: "Then what about the headlines of tomorrow's holy magazine?"

"No need for any treatment."

"Don't deal with it.?" This time, the voice on the other side of the microphone seemed very confused.

The owner of the voice should be a woman, and it doesn't sound too old, maybe only in her twenties. Compared with Augustine the Great, this age can almost be regarded as a difference of three generations, or even four generations.

This decades-long historical gap will inevitably create a huge generation gap between the two sides.

However, Emperor Augustine seemed to have always trusted the owner of this voice, and even for so many years, every word he said was uttered through the other party's mouth.

At this time, he obviously felt the other party's confusion, and it happened that he was in a good mood today, so he explained with a smile for the first time:
"This world is rotating, like a steam engine, and it is a whole. Don't look at me as the emperor of this empire, but in fact, I am just a cog in the rotation of this world."

"I don't understand very well." The person on the other end of the speaker responded in a low voice.

"Half a year ago, I said that I wanted to kill the holy son of the Holy See. You thought it was ridiculous at the time. But this thing really happened. Do you think that it was really only because of my personal will that those few airships were killed?" Can fly over London, and then fall down without hesitation?"

Lying on the special hospital bed, Augustine the Great said with a smile:

"Haha, of course it's impossible. In the final analysis, I'm just an ordinary old man. If I catch a cold or have a stomachache, I'm likely to die. I can't even get out of this room.
It is useless for me to want the Son of the Holy See to die alone.

The occurrence of all this can only show that besides me, there are countless wills that want that Holy Son to die.The tacit understanding of countless people, and the intertwined operation of each other, can contribute to the occurrence of this event.

In the same way, I have been sitting in this seat for 60 years, and I am still the emperor, and I am still not dead.

This proves that there are many wills that recognize me as the emperor, and I should not die.

Then, at this moment, there must be a certain will that will appear to solve these side issues.

The so-called controllable wild devil experiment is impossible to succeed, because it hinders the normal operation of the empire's machine. Although I don't know what will happen, I can guarantee that there will always be a force to stop it.

An empire can never be changed by a single thought.

That's why Professor Darwin died; the pope became ill and left everything to a young boy; Watch the sun rise."

Augustine the Great spoke plainly, looking at the bare ceiling with his gray eyes, as if caught in some distant memories, but for the people on the other side of the microphone, his explanation just made himself more confused.

But fortunately, the girl who summoned the messenger didn't care about these things. She just cared about the old man's health, and a knot in her heart that she would never forget.
"However, those airships caused the death of 2 people"

She knew that it was inappropriate to say these things at this time, but she still spoke, and the sound was transmitted through the speaker into the sterile room, which seemed a little harsh.

On the hospital bed, the smile on the old man's face gradually dissipated, and he became calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

"The most important thing for a race is the stability of the social structure, not how many people live and how many people die. If some people's lives can really be exchanged for longer-term stability, then the death of these people has great value.

In fact, to some extent, the people who died in that disaster sacrificed for the empire.

They are as much heroes as those soldiers on the battlefield."

After saying this, the old man exhaled slowly, then closed his eyes, and made a weary voice, telling the person on the other end of the microphone that he was tired, and the conversation ended here.
Then, the call was hung up, and the whole room fell into silence again.

Just like the flames and wailing that rang out all night in the disaster that fell from the sky, in the early morning of the next day, it can only be returned to silence. Not wanting to be heroes, they can only stare silently across the distance between life and death, angrily, waiting for a day when their voices can be transmitted to the world through some channel, and send their final voice to a gear of an empire. A strong indictment.

(End of this chapter)