Chapter 57
[The Day of Sacred Love will officially start on the first weekend of next month. The government has decided to announce the news to the public at the end of this month. identity of. 】

【The crusaders broke through the No. 314 gorge on the Antarctic continent last week, and occupied an absolutely safe area of ​​22 square meters on the peak of Cheadle Mountain. It is expected to establish a new stronghold in the next three months】

[The School of Life Sciences’ further control of demons is still in the experimental stage. This research has spanned 20 years, and the cost has exceeded 700 billion common currency after conversion, but the budget is still gradually expanding. There are seven consortiums that have decided to exit their investment within this year. 】

Residents of this small town are not qualified to know each of the above pieces of information, but they were played word by word from one of the oldest tape recorders, without even making a special noise.

After all, in a small town like this, even if someone heard the information, they wouldn't understand it, even if they understood it, they wouldn't believe it, and even if they believed it, they wouldn't be able to do anything.

People who have reached their twilight years have long left this era. The only reason they are still alive is that their children are not willing to let them die for the time being.

The old man was sitting at the table, listening to the information quietly, looking out the window, maybe he was thinking, or maybe he was simply slipping away. After a long while, the tape recorder issued a rustling busy tone, indicating that the entire record had been played. up.

The old fisherman came back to his senses, looked at the young postman who was still standing at the door with the most upright military posture, and couldn't help smiling: "Still a little nervous?"

The postman immediately straightened his chest and said, "Report to the general, it's a bit!"

Facing a monument of an empire, how could it be possible not to be nervous.

The old man understood the mentality of young people, so he could only shake his head, and then pointed across the table: "Sit down, I have been delivering letters in the town for four years, and I can see me almost every day, what is there to be nervous about? , Don’t call me a general, it sounds like I’m still on the battlefield and haven’t retired.”

General
After the gates of hell were opened, there must have been many generals in the empire, but there was always one person with the title of general that was more dazzling than all the others.

However, this general is old, and he doesn't want to be called a general anymore. At the moment when he retired from his military uniform, he sincerely hoped that the world could truly regard him as an ordinary citizen of the empire. Just call yourself by your first name.

However. His name really carries too much glory.

Even when everyone pronounces the name 'Dante', they will always unconsciously add the word 'adult' after it, otherwise they always feel that they don't respect him enough.

The postman in front of him tried his best to make himself look more comfortable, but sitting in front of Lord Dante, he still couldn't help but dare not let his back bend a bit. Fortunately, his control of tone and demeanor is still qualified, so he can seem natural smiled and said:
"I like the laid-back feeling of this small town for so many years, do you still think of the battlefield?"

"Hehe, you and I both know that this leisure is just an illusion." The old man made a cup of tea, pushed it to the other party, and then poured himself another cup:
"Although everything looks good, all the residents here have been carefully selected and immigrated here. It is true that the government has given up some thought to find these people who don't know my face all over the world;
There are also those shops on the street, and the service staff in the restaurant. At first glance, they are actors who came to serve me. No matter how good their acting skills are, they are fake, and I still can't see it.

I'm old, I don't like to move, and I can't run around, but it's been so many years since a real stranger has come to this town. For the empire and the Holy See, I'm just a living myth after all. The cover is sold to people all over the world. "

The old man said not distractedly, but the crusader soldier who had been a postman for many years on the other side of the table was so panicked that his heart was about to jump out, wondering whether these remarks were implying that Lord Dante He is dissatisfied with the arrangement of the Holy See and complained about the imperial government. Has he already been unhappy because of this? Do you want to report these words to your superiors immediately.

"Okay, okay." The old man may have seen that the young man was about to set off a turbulent wave, and pressed his palm down with a smile: "Old man, just babble a few words, there is no need to mobilize everyone to report.

By the way, there is still no information about the emperor published in the Holy Journal this time? "

"No." The postman didn't even dare to think too much, and immediately suppressed all his thoughts to the bottom of his heart, and replied very politely.

The old man looked at the rippling water in the teacup, but he couldn't escape the water in the cup, and sighed:

"Hey, the emperor's power is still too great after all, and the inheritance of the same bloodline has to be like fighting in a ring."

Then he took a sip:
"At the end of the year, there will be another [Translocation Ceremony], so who is it that was pushed out this time?"

The Transposition Ceremony is a rule of 'replacement of the throne' established since the Ferti royal family unified the empire, and it is very simple.

That is. The next successor must come up with a political strategy, or a military plan, or a reform program with a bright future that is sufficient to surpass the current emperor. In short, you must make the empire better, Otherwise, he will continue to retain all the rights of the current emperor until someone who can replace him appears.

Don't look at how rough and ridiculous this replacement method is on the surface, but it contains great wisdom, because the first emperor of the empire has already understood the essence of power, that is...power will eventually make people crazy, and this can never be changed. .

Therefore, instead of suppressing human greed and yearning for power, he wants to use it instead!
Don't you want to have power? Aren't you willing to be crazy for power? Then you can make the empire better and use all your madness on it. As long as you can do it, the throne will be given to you generously. you!
The entire empire, the three independent subordinate institutions, all the House of Representatives, the elders, and all the power agencies of the empire have the right to judge the successor.

Regardless of how many intrigues and bloody storms there were during this period, in short, for several centuries, the empire has really been developing in a better and better direction.

However, this rule also has certain disadvantages, that is, if you meet a stunningly talented emperor, so that no one can surpass him for decades, then wouldn't the throne last for decades?

And the current emperor of the empire, Augustine the Great, seems to be such an existence. He is so perfect that in every transposition ceremony, it can take out a share, and even a few points are enough to crush the successor excellent bill.

It has been so for 60 years.

I don't know who will challenge the strongest emperor in modern history this time
"It's a man named Franklin." The postman in front of him replied respectfully: "It's a descendant of the Ferdy family. He is almost 50 years old. I heard that he has been promoting the re-development of electricity as a new energy source. Academic background, but the reputation among the people does not seem to be high."

(End of this chapter)

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