black queen hypothesis

Since the news of the emperor's enthronement ceremony came out, the interstellar route to Sils Maria has become obviously busy.Considering that the nearest buildings around the palace are also a hundred miles away, the Gloria Auditorium—the place where imperial emperors are always enthroned and coronated—is hard to get a seat at the viewing stand, and most people simply cannot watch the ceremony with their own eyes. .If you want to increase your influence, you obviously need to use other methods.

"Your Highness, at present, more than [-] media have applied to us for live broadcasting." Fitz Lear - the prime minister to be appointed by Vilas, the son of the former prime minister, a calm and reliable young man - said so At that time, those application letters were being projected one by one in front of the participants for easy evaluation.

Vilas scanned over ten lines at a glance, and found that they included the Empire, the Federation, and basically all slightly larger neutral stars and duchies.Reluctantly recalling the power of media embellishment, he asked, "What do you guys mean?"

The long conference table was not full, but everyone looked cautious.

"There are too many of these," the white-haired justice was the first to speak. "We don't need news that just wants to attract attention."

Another person said: "That's right. Rigorous, serious, and in line with the essential interests of the empire, this is the necessary quality of live media, and it perfectly meets your highness's wishes."

"You don't have to worry about coverage, Your Highness. Now that the news channels are so developed, we just need to get the source right."

Villars listened without any particular expression on his face. "Fitz, what do you think?"

The person named said unhurriedly: "I agree with everyone. This is the first battle in the rise of the empire, and we must win it beautifully."

Everyone easily reached a consensus on this matter.Next came the question of the placement of the invited guests—no doubt, carrying arms or having too many people was seen as a provocation to the new emperor, or even to the empire.

"Arrange for them to go to the Roleika satellite." Vilas agreed with the proposal, "Before the ceremony starts, they will be sent to the palace in a unified way."

This is indeed the safest approach for the empire, but there is an obvious problem.

Fitz glanced around the table, receiving countless looks wishing him to speak. "According to the federation's reply, President Alva will come here in person." He said, both in tone and attitude, "and the federation president has always had a tradition of being picked up by a special plane."

"Then arrange a spaceship for His Excellency the President." Vilas said, resolutely skipping the potential meaning that the "special plane" is a special plane from the Federation.

Everyone couldn't help looking at each other.The empire is rebuilt, and the biggest threat is still the Federation.No matter how many people are invited, the Federal President is the number one person who needs special consideration.Of course it is no problem for them to provide a spaceship, I am afraid that the Federation will not accept it!If there is a conflict at that time...

Vilas can naturally perceive this thought. "If the Federation needs an excuse, then they don't need this one. If Alva feels that our reception is not worthy of his distinguished status, then we can only express our regrets. Anyway, we are happy to provide him with the clearest live synchronization broadcast, isn't it?"

This seems to be tricky, but I can't find anything wrong with it.In addition, the position of His Majesty the future emperor has also been clearly stated - even if the empire is defeated, it does not mean that he will compromise the Federation infinitely.The attitude of being neither humble nor overbearing is what he originally had, and it will be what he will insist on in the future.

After the meeting ended, a group of people waited to leave in twos and threes, occasionally whispering like this——

"Your Highness is really not that much like his father, but I think he will make a good emperor—not just because he is a very convincing guide!"

"Indeed. As long as we can properly handle the relationship with the Federation, our empire will get rid of the biggest problem. His Highness has lived in the Federation for many years, and his experience should be much deeper than ours!"

"If we had known that every imperial meeting could be so effective, we should have recommended the guide to sit at the top!"

As a very keen sentinel, Fitz took all these discussions into his ears.Soon there were only two people left in the meeting room. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Your Highness, are you serious about what you just said?"

"The part about the Federation?" Vilas asked, not too surprised - although he and Silvio had nothing to do with each other in the eyes of the public, the three Anubis guards witnessed Silvio alone in danger, just to save him. He, some people must not be able to hide it.

Fitz hesitated for another moment. "Your Highness, if you already have bound sentries, you don't have to avoid suspicion during the ceremony."

Vilas didn't expect the other party to say that.Does his future prime minister think that now is a good time to announce his bond with the federal president? "There's no such thing," he said mildly. "Alva and I made an agreement for three chapters, but that's settled."

"Really?" Fitz opened his eyes slightly, "Anyway, no matter what, Your Highness, you have to believe that we will solve all your problems for you."

Vilas nodded with a smile.The two exchanged some opinions on other imperial affairs before he returned to the study accompanied by his guards.

Fitz watched the slender but straight back.He didn't open his mouth until it disappeared around the corner, "How long do you plan to watch, Anubis?"

"Please allow me to correct you, it is the duty of the captain of the guard to ensure the safety of His Highness." Anubis appeared in response.He was still dressed in black, but he didn't wear that scary mask, and his face showed sharp corners like a knife and axe.

Fitz turned to look at him, his tone indifferent and calm. "Are you lying to me or are you lying to yourself?"

Anubis, however, did not blink. "Protecting the royal family of the empire is the only mission of my life."

It's really impossible to hit a single truth with ten sticks, Fitz is almost helpless. "I originally wanted to say fair competition, but now...you can do whatever you want." He turned around while talking, "Please make sure to carry forward this style to the end, I will appreciate it very much."

Anubis was expressionless.Thinking that Vilas was probably going to the study at this time, he no longer hesitated, and rushed over as fast as he could.

A week after the meeting, the invited guests arrived at the Relais satellite.This is a place only for entertaining foreign guests; it not only has complete facilities and considerate service, but also painstakingly creates an artificial atmosphere, making it very comfortable to live in.

In addition, from the ground of Sils Maria, Loreika is like a silver moon; while people who live on Loreka look back, they will be deeply impressed by Sils Maria's amazing beauty— —

As long as you raise your head, you don't need to look for the angle, and you will see the most dazzling and magnificent sapphire in the empire.

As soon as Silvio settled in, he couldn't help but be attracted by this scene—to be precise, the blue color reminded him of the eyes of the planet's owner: clear, vast, with tenderness hidden in the depths, so deep that even the owner himself have no idea.

Therefore, his first request was - "Is Your Highness free? I hope to have a voice communication."

The message quickly reached the palace.Vilas was buried in the affairs he had piled up on him before he took office, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard this. "Come in," he said, rubbing his forehead subconsciously, "There must always be hospitality."

At the beginning, of course, it was polite words, nothing more than polite greetings from the host and polite thanks from the guests.after this--

"More than half a year, Vilas."

Hearing the title of change, Vilas knew that what should come will always come. "I'm sorry for my leaving without saying goodbye."

Silvio waited for a while.Convinced that the other party had nothing more to say, he deliberately asked: "No more?"

With the distance between the sky and the earth, Vilas choked.What does it mean?Silvio still hasn't given up?

However, Silvio did not chase after him.He stood up from the swivel chair, walked to the window, and stared at the direction where the blue planet should be the palace.I miss you so much... "And here you are."

Vilas, who only heard half a sentence, didn't understand what it meant, but he did feel that seemingly calm but undercurrent emotion again, and his heart beat. "If nothing else..."

"Looking forward to our bilateral meeting," Sivio answered quickly, "Both Bacall and Union can't wait."

After the call ended, Vilas looked at the time. It was less than a minute and a half, and most of them were official words.He didn't know whether to rejoice or be disappointed; but before these two emotions, he first noticed the implied meaning of the word "bilateral meeting"——

Seriously, are Bacall and Union the ones who are interested in his new ministers and staff?

As for Silvio, there was no surprise when he hung up the communicator.Leaving without saying goodbye was a tactful refusal; he didn't accept it before, and he doesn't now.For the future he wants, if it takes some effort and sacrifices, it is worth it...

"Your Excellency, you have an interview appointment time, and the reporter is already waiting for you."

This reminder brought Silvio back to his senses.He straightened his collar which was not messed up, turned around and walked towards the living room.Interviewing this kind of thing is as common to him as eating, but this time it is bound to be different—he just entered the door, and the tip of his nose caught an extremely light pine aroma—

Vilas?impossible?

Hearing the movement, the man who had his back to the door stood up hastily.He has a fair complexion, wears a pair of rimless glasses, and the word "gentle elite" is written all over from the glossy hair to the curve of the hem of the clothes. "Good day, Your Excellency, I am Ire Blanco of the Star-Herald."

"Please sit down." Sylvio nodded slightly.He walked towards the sofa opposite the reporter, his face remained calm, but a storm arose in his heart——

Are there really two people with such similar pheromone smells in the universe?