Pirate Reaper Empire

A huge crystal lamp hangs in the center of the palace, the ground is paved with cyan tiles, tall white stone pillars support the roof of the palace, and a gold-inlaid throne is on the three steps.

The murals on the east wall are carved with pictures of animals, all of them roaring and roaring, extremely ferocious.

Ross Fernandi once again stood in the palace hall, a place he once thought he would never be able to set foot in again.

The scenery he saw has not changed at all, except that the tall, fat and cruel king of the past will not sit on the throne and give orders.

Fernandi's mood was somewhat complicated. He was not favored by the king, and he was probably the only person in the country who would be saddened by the death of Babalon X.

"Your Majesty has arrived." Nisha's gentle voice came from the stairs.

He came back to his senses and looked towards the stairs. A very familiar figure came down the stairs with red carpet.

That's Reinhardt.

Shining blond hair and a dress made of high-quality fabrics made his already handsome man even more dazzling and charming.

"Mr. Fernandi."

Reinhard shouted kindly, looking at the man in front of him with sky blue eyes, which were not much different from the memory of the original owner.

The iconic five-pointed hairstyle makes Fernandi look like he has Patrick on his neck, but it doesn't make people feel funny. His slender eyes are as sharp as razor blades, and his expression is always serious. .

"Reinhardt."

"Duke Rhodes, you should add the word "Your Majesty" after you."

Nisha reminded me.

Reinhard waved his hand and said: "Nissa, Mr. Fernandi is my benefactor. My parents were killed by pirates when I was young. It was Mr. Fernandi who adopted me and taught me knowledge. I have always respected him in my heart. he."

Fernandi's sharp eyes were somewhat soft, and he said: "Favours are favors, and the due etiquette cannot be abolished, Your Majesty."

"Mr. Fernandi is still so strict. How are you doing in prison? Is Mary okay?"

Reinhard held his hand and did not talk about business directly. Instead, he talked about some common topics.

Fernandi nodded and said: "Except for not being able to move freely, everything else is fine."

"I was sent to a banana farm. In just a few days, it seemed like years had passed. The life there was really unbearable. There was no holiday to speak of. I worked hard all day long but couldn't even get a full meal."

Reinhard told about the life of the original owner in the banana farm, which made Fernandi feel guilty.

This responsible man obviously took the blame on himself, "I'm sorry, Reinhardt, it was all my incompetence that caused you to have that bad memory."

"No, Mr. Fernandi, you are a very capable man. Your only mistake is serving an incompetent king like Babalon X."

Reinhard held his hand tightly and said sincerely: "Mr. Fernandi, I want to gain your loyalty, and together we will build a new empire."

When the topic turned here, Fernandi's eyes became sharp again, "Reinhardt, your talents are enough to govern this kingdom."

"No, it's not enough. There are too many poor people on Babalon Island. If we want everyone to live a prosperous life, I can't do it alone."

Reinhard squeezed Fernandi's hand tightly and stared at him without blinking, his expression of desire clearly evident.

Fernandi fell silent.

He thought a lot at this moment, including images of Reinhardt reading when he was a child, and images of him doing things with him when he grew up.

These images were later replaced by the residents of Babalon City and the workers in the banana farm, which was the pain in his heart.

Responsible for managing people's livelihood, he saw the people of the kingdom falling into dire straits.

He was helpless.

He did not directly agree to Reinhard, not because he cared about being subordinate to his former subordinates, but because he felt that he was not qualified to continue managing people's livelihood.

"Mr. Fernandi." Reinhard called again.

Fernandi took a deep breath and said, "You should know that our situation is not very good."

"Yes, I know."

The entire Kingdom of Babalon has basically been hollowed out by the Kingdom of Baliwood. It is very simple for kings and nobles to live a decent life.

It is very difficult for the people of the Kingdom of Babalon to live a good life.

"Will you compromise?"

Reinhard said solemnly: "I will never give in on issues of principle."

Fernandi got the answer he wanted and knelt down on one knee in front of Reinhard, "I, Roz Fernandi, am willing to swear by my family name to always be loyal to His Majesty Reinhard."

"Mr. Fernandi, please get up quickly."

Reinhard quickly helped him up and said warmly: "I expect to announce the formal establishment of the empire tomorrow. What do you think?"

When talking about the establishment of the empire, Nisha no longer remained silent and interrupted: "Your Majesty, I am a little too anxious tomorrow. It will take at least a month to prepare for the ceremony and invite guests."

"There is no need for those complicated etiquettes. The Kingdom of Babalon is a thing of the past. I want to establish it."

Reinhard paused and then remembered that he had not yet decided on a name for the country. "The Holy Roman Empire only needs to invite its citizens to participate, including the workers in the banana farm. Mr. Fernandi, this matter is left to Organized for you."

Fernandi raised his eyebrows and said: "Your Majesty, the name Holy Roman Empire is not good. The word "holy" can only describe the descendants of the Creator, the Celestial Dragons."

"Then it's called the Roman Empire."

Reinhard doesn't look down on the Celestial Dragons, and he won't expose his thoughts too early. He doesn't have enough strength, so he should keep a low profile.

Nisha asked dutifully: "A new country needs a new national flag. Your Majesty, what pattern do you plan to use as the national flag?"

Reinhard thought for a while and said: "The golden lion head, with crossed swords underneath."

Fernandi recorded the names and flags of all the participating countries in his mind, thought for a moment, and said: "This flag is used by the Kingdom of Rota in the East China Sea."

"Then add a shield in the center of the crossed swords, change the lion's head to red, and have a gold background. No one will use this flag, right?"

Fernandi answered truthfully: "There has been one in history, and it was destroyed by pirates. If we use it, there is really no problem."

Nissa reprimanded: "It's unlucky. How can our Roman Empire use a flag that has subjugated the country!"

Reinhard said: "It doesn't matter, I don't care about that."

Nessa quickly changed her words: "Actually, the national flag mainly depends on the national destiny. Our Roman Empire is immortal, so any flag used is very auspicious."

"Well, I'll leave it to you to draw the flag."

Reinhard ignored her flattery and gave her the task of making the flag, "Janeva, tomorrow's security issues will be left to you."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty." Janeva replied loudly, deciding to go back and tell the gang bosses to take good care of their younger brothers.

Whoever dares to cause trouble tomorrow will be killed.

"Mr. Fernandi, what time do you think the ceremony should start?"

Fernandi thought for a while and replied: "Considering the distance to the banana farm, one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay, that's it."

Tiredness appeared on Reinhard's face. He had already done what needed to be explained, but he couldn't hold back his sleepiness. "I'm a little tired. Let's go back and take a nap first."