mechanical court

Ivan wears a costume of eagle wings, a crown on his head, and holds a scepter on the Sun Throne.Leaning on the back of the wide chair of the throne, he took the meeting list handed over by Reni, with a smile on his face, and looked at the officials standing with their hands down in the hall:

"Very good, it's becoming more and more standardized. This is progress! Sir Ptolemy, from now on the daily political discussions will be presided over by the cabinet. I'll just be an observer."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ptolemy immediately stood up from his seat in the cabinet, walked quickly to the front desk, put his legs together facing the high golden throne, and bowed respectfully and saluted:

"Your Majesty, the content of the first round of political discussions is not listed on the list, please state yourselves here."

"Tell me." Ivan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.

Having been a hands-off shopkeeper for such a long time, he is already unfamiliar with the government affairs of the empire, and he doesn't want to take care of too many things at all.In his ideal blueprint, the Menesian Empire should be a dual empire in which human and mechanical regimes coexist; the human regime is handed over to the cabinet for management, and it is enough to rule the mechanical empire by itself, trying to avoid wasting energy on government affairs.

"As ordered!"

Ptolemy saluted again. This time, he bowed directly at ninety degrees, and then said loudly:

"Since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has been invincible in all battles and conquered. He used the power of foreign invaders for his own use, wiped out evil disasters, conquered countries internally, and annexed Norma; This kind of feat is rare in thousands of years, and even the virtuous kings in the age of mythology cannot compare with my king. The title of Sun King is no longer enough to show his majesty, so I propose to give His Majesty a title!"

"..."

Hearing what he said, Ivan narrowed his eyes and looked at the large and small seats in the Hall of King Quan:

"Is this the intention of Lord Ptolemy, or the meaning of your officials?"

"Return to Your Majesty! This is the meaning of my colleagues and the will of the people." Ptolemy replied loudly.

"I have the same opinion as Ptolemy, please give your Majesty the title!"

"This is our common wish, and it is also the wish of all the subjects of the empire!"

"Your Excellency is right, the Sun King is no longer enough to show the majesty of our king, please add the title of His Majesty!"

At this moment, all the bureaucrats in the Palace of King Quan, ranging from cabinet participation to supervision, all stood up and made a unanimous voice.

There is no meaning of sycophancy, this is indeed their wish and the need of the times.

There is no way, the Menesians need self-confidence too much, and they also need a strong leader to help them.

As a ruler, Ivan did really well.Let's take the important indicator to measure the achievements of the king, for example, the expansion of territory - over the years, he has opened up more than a hundred times the territory for the empire?

Not only did it sweep across all nations on its own land, but it also swallowed the Norma star twelve light-years away, bringing unimaginable material wealth to the empire.Based on this achievement alone, he should be given the title of King of Kings, even if he is a 'Conqueror of the World'.

Ivan's attitude toward such false titles is neither welcome nor resistance. In his eyes, everything other than power is nothing but a spectacle.

However, the appeal of the ministers can be regarded as a kind of approval... If everyone is happy to add an honorary title, then there is no harm in adding one.

Thinking of this, Yiwen put his hands on the armrests, his eyes became sharper, and Ling Ran's power filled every inch of space in the hall:

"Since it is what everyone expects, let's add it."

"As ordered!"

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After getting Yiwen's permission, the ministers scrambled to offer their titles, probably because they didn't need to spend money, and they exaggerated one by one.Excluding some extremely exaggerated honorary titles, the most popular titles are almost the following ones--King of the Quartet, Lord of Fire, King of Immortality, Conqueror of the World, Savior, Pioneer of Stars, Father of Gods, and King of Eternity.

Ivan couldn't stand these titles, and even felt very nasty, so he picked an immortal king who was relatively sympathetic to the truth.Adding a title in front of the officials is a reward for one's advanced inheritance.

Originally, he thought that the matter would be over like this, but the people in the Disciplinary Academy refused to follow him, and they insisted on amnesty for the prisoners with an ancient book they didn't know where to find out, saying that they were enjoying the people.

"What's going on? Why do I have to pardon the criminals? I add an honorary title. I understand the principle of having fun with the people. Why do you use pardoning criminals to show that you have fun with the people?" Under the repeated demands of the Disciplinary Academy, Yiwen felt a little upset So, with a straight face, he exploded.

"Of course it is to show His Majesty's generosity, to show that your favor can even benefit prisoners..."

Seeing Ivan's expression turn cold, Sened, the head of the Discipline Institute, lowered his head and replied with a guilty conscience.

"Two different things! If you commit a crime, you should be punished. The power of pardon cannot be used in this kind of thing. I can't make such a bad example."

Yiwen directly rejected his proposal, considering that his advanced inheritance is indeed worthy of celebration, and there have been no large-scale activities in the country over the years, so it is really necessary to "chong Chongxi".So he eased his tone and said generously:

"How about this, give the prisoners extra meals, and add three days according to the etiquette of offering sacrifices to Hades! Starting today, there will be a long holiday for the next three days, and all parts of the country will hold water banquets according to urban areas, day and night. By the way, there will also be singing and dancing parties ! Live broadcast! These expenses are paid from my private treasury, let us monarchs and ministers enjoy together, and the whole people have a carnival!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

It was rare for him to be so interested. Of course, the officials would not point fingers, and immediately expressed their approval with gratitude.

Senid, the chief officer of the Disciplinary Academy, was sweating profusely, hating himself for talking too much, insisting on mentioning the crap about pardoning prisoners at this time.In the end, he was criticized by His Majesty... Fortunately, he was in a good mood today and did not blame himself.

Andy Yebu, the chief official of the King's Court, looked at him and couldn't stop laughing - knowing that His Majesty doesn't rub the sand in his eyes, and hates formalism the most, if you insist on this bad luck, who can blame you for your own death! ?

Chapter 189 The Remnants of Norma

Star Heberon, the royal city of Ekhtaden.

The golden-red sky was already faintly dim.In the room, the light of the dim light bulb flickered, sweeping out a floating halo, illuminating the hazy dust in the space.After a long silence, the red-haired youth finally spoke:

"That tyrant wants to hold a song and dance party in this sinful city. Every money they spend is stained with the blood and tears of the Norma people... I must make him pay the price."

The red-haired girl with double ponytails looked at him without saying a word, showing a hesitant expression, and the red-haired young man smiled softly:

"Sister, don't you ask me what I plan to do?"

"I'm just worried about you." She shook her head and said softly:

"Why did you come here with me? That tyrant is not what it used to be. Our chances of succeeding are very low. If we miss... I can't take care of you."

The red-haired young man was silent for a moment, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window—the golden-red sky reflected a thin layer of brilliance on his face, and his blue pupils seemed to reflect a sharp light.

"I want to be with you, I'm not afraid of death."

He turned around and smiled bitterly.

"Norma's fire has not been extinguished, and it needs someone like you. You have to leave, just leave it to me...I will bring his head to you." The red-haired girl looked at him, and the two Her bright eyes shone like jewels.

"Don't lie to me, that guy is already an immortal existence, and he tends to be immortal. No kind of toxin can have an effect on him. Even if it is you, it is impossible to cut off his head. What we can do , only to take advantage of his 'bad luck'."

The red-haired young man obviously knew that his sister was lying, so he pursed his lips and said calmly:

"Although the existence of the immortal level is second only to the apostles, their death rate is extremely high. There is a hypothesis that this situation is 'the exclusion of the universe'. Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is a fact that the existence of the immortal level is always plagued by bad luck ...In order to prolong their lives to the greatest extent, these guys usually live in seclusion and do not take the initiative to participate in any external struggles. Facts have proved that they are right. The three immortals who lived in seclusion did live for a long time, and they are more active than those who are active in the public eye. Medium immortals have a lot of longevity."

"So...?" The redhead motioned for him to continue.

"So, the only way we want to kill him is to let him continue to be active. It would be even better if we can encourage him to start a war... In the end, we can't confront him head-on, and let him go further and further away on the road to destruction... ...suicide!"