Sara

The cells assigned to political prisoners are much more comfortable than those of ordinary people, and the furnishings are generally perfect, and they are clean and tidy.

When Feiger entered, the cell user was sitting at the table, with gold-rimmed glasses similar to Feiger's on his nose.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Gloria," he said, sitting across from her.

"Did you come to see my joke?" Greya, who was wearing a white prison uniform, said.

The two of them are similar people in a certain sense: they act decisively and cleanly, with careful thoughts, and they do everything they can for the results they ask for.

The difference is that the things that are valued are very different from the direction.

Greya wants power, she wants to weaken the other ministers of the council infinitely, and she wants to have the absolute right to speak in the empire. This is what her predecessors——

Several generations of predecessors like Feiger have done it, but the momentary glory was quickly submerged in the long river of history and became a bunch of splashes.

It doesn't matter even if it's just a splash, she wants the empire to remember her and engrave her name into the monument, not just as the one who made the final conclusion of the council meeting.

Greed and ambition are too much.

She initially chose to support Feiger to enter the cabinet in order to constrain other ministers. She thought that this man was just trying to defend the empty emperor for having the right to speak.

"Since I don't want anyone to benefit from it, and I don't want to leave anything to talk about, I should just push this part to the emperor and distribute it when the time is right."

Feiger always advises that.

Perhaps the emperor was too docile in the past ten years. Even if he could speak a few words, he never protested against the court. It was no problem to treat him as a register.

But when the so-called right time comes, the problem is very big.

The problem lay with the Emperor, not with Feiger.

I don't know why, the emperor who deleted part of his memory failed his studies, and the council delegated power to the emperor, who then fed back to Feiger.

Greya, who was hooked, realized that Feiger's status had gradually become equal to his, and the upward trend and space were obviously greater than hers.

However this is not the end.

"It's unreasonable for you to put engineers in." Greya gently pushed down her glasses.

"You don't have the right to accuse me of cooperating with the rebels." Feiger replied indifferently, "Besides, if you investigate carefully, it's not impossible to find out, but you just didn't take Zacharias seriously. .”

All this didn't start four years ago. Earlier, when he was caught by the corner of his clothes by the young Yofasha for the first time, he was already preparing to pave the way for the future emperor.

Originally, it should have been slower and more stable until Jofasan’s heart stabilized, but the scene of Jofasan’s crash four years ago made him dare not wait any longer. Plan ahead.

Feiger took out a small box from his pocket, pushed it towards Greya, and then slowly got up: "You are involved in too many things, and I can't figure it out within half a year. By that time, I'm afraid I won't be able to sentence you to death." .”

"I don't want to leave any trouble behind."

"It is true that I have countless ways to achieve my goal, but I think I still have to show you some dignity."

Greya was silent for a moment, and opened the box.

A white pill was held on the suede at the bottom.

Feiger had already reached the door at this time, he knocked on the door, waiting for the people outside to open the door for him to leave, but Greya behind him stopped him.

"I admit, I lost."

Greya picked up the pill and stared deeply at Feigel's back.

"But Evan Feiger, you didn't win either."

-

"Zacharia."

He heard someone calling his name, so he turned his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at the person at the door. The person was wearing a neat suit, and his spirit was much better than before.

"What's the matter?" Yophasa asked.

"Why do we need to increase the number of engineers?" Feiger raised his head, "The current number is enough for the equipment on the "Leviathan", and there is no point in continuing to increase. "

"What's the matter?" Yofasha's voice was calm, and he couldn't hear any emotion. "No matter how much it increases, it won't pose a threat to me."

"It's not for this reason..." Feigel frowned, "They are different from you, they have the ability to reproduce, and letting them integrate into society will pollute the human gene pool. After all, they are also different from humans in a sense, and it is very difficult to reproduce a few generations. It’s hard to say what will change.”

Although Feiger is not a decent person, he still has a certain bottom line. Now that Yofasha is no longer restricted by the cabinet, he has the energy to think about other things.

This is about the future of Jehophasa, not that he has enough power to rest easy in the future.

However, Yofasa just stared at him quietly for a while, then turned his eyes back to the screen in front of him: "I know."

Dozens of delivery tubes are still attached to his body, and the increasingly long blond hair hangs down from the gaps in the tubes, and has been cut into more or less strands.

Despite his human appearance, he certainly looked like an alien.

Feiger wanted to get closer, but stopped.

Yofasa became more and more rational.

His fiancée is still his fiancée, but he has never asked to see him again. He can understand it completely. It is normal to be afraid, and it is also normal to hate it.

Even if it makes him uncomfortable.

If you are not accepted, then don't be accepted. Instead of pursuing human attention, it is better to live with your own kind, even if their love is cheap and greedy.

"You can't do this." Feiger raised his voice, "Now we must stop the production of the assimilated chemical soldiers."

This is not going to work. It is not a good thing for Yofasha to have a lower sense of identity with human beings, and it will lead to some extreme consequences.

"Evan..." Yofasa called his name carelessly, "You said that you would never influence my will again."

Feiger pursed his lips: "But..."

Before he could finish the rest of his words, his body was pushed out of the door. He looked at the merged metal door and slowly closed his eyes.

Greya's last words echoed in his ears.

"I admit, I lost."

But he didn't win.

-

Sunyinglan Avenue in the imperial capital.

Linshu looked at the city hall with people coming and going from a distance. During this time, he tried many methods, but he couldn't sneak into the heavily guarded palace. He could only target the relatively open city hall.

Irina thought that he would let go of his obsession when he saw Yofasha's true face, but Linshu became more determined to see Yofasa.

"That's not his fault." Linshu replied to Irina.

Four years ago, when he first met Yofasha, he would not have been able to say such a thing.

Now he can't look at Yofasha objectively and fairly.

Linshu had no way of judging whether Yofasa was good or bad, and he didn't even know what the purpose of meeting him was.

But you have to see him.

If there is really no way, he can only risk exposing himself and let Yofasha know that he is in the imperial capital, even though that will attract people who secretly arrest him.

Linshu felt that Feiger was looking for him. Judging from the hostility of that person towards him, it would probably be bad luck if he was found.

The terminal was vibrating in Linshu's pocket. He walked to a remote place and opened it. An unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen. He hesitated and connected the headset: "Hi, may I ask who you are?"

It is impossible for this number to receive sales calls. There is a high probability that someone inside the rebel army is looking for him. After all, he has been on "vacation" for too long.

"Lin, it's me."

He heard a woman's voice.

"Lydia?" Linshu recalled the voice and called out her name directly, "What... do you want from me?"

They haven't been in touch for a while. After all, they are assigned to different areas. Compared with him, Lydia is closer to the inside of the rebel army.

"Congratulations on your situation. I heard that you have been on strike for a long time." Lydia said, "I went to ask Irina, and she also said that you are no longer with her."

"I... have been doing other things recently, which may cause trouble to Irina." Lin Shu thought for a while, but did not directly say what he was doing.

"I know why you are in the imperial capital." Lydia took a deep breath, "But you are useless there."

She has traveled with Linshu and Yuefasha before, and knows Linshu's feelings for Yuefasha and the guilt after that incident. If she stood in Linshu's position and knew that the emperor was still alive, she would want to marry him regardless. Go to Jehophasa.

"The emperor is no longer in the imperial capital." Lydia added.

Before Linshu asked, she brought up another topic.

"Do you know how far the war in the empire has reached?"

Lin Shu subconsciously looked around.

The new urban area of ​​the imperial capital is the most prosperous and stable place in the entire territory. The city hall in front of him is renovated every year. The exterior wall is as clean as new, the front door is full of green grass, and the shrubs and green plants are properly planned.

There are late cherry blossoms planted on both sides of Sunyinglan Avenue. This is the opening season. Apart from government officials, there are many ordinary people nearby to visit.

There are couples taking photos under the tree, some parents are leading their children to play, some old people are walking with sticks, and some staff members in suits and leather shoes are hurrying.

Everything here looks peaceful and beautiful, and it is hard to imagine that in the same country, there is smoke and flames of war.

"Have you broken through the defense line at the Red Forest?" Linshu guessed.

The Empire's newscasts don't report bad news, and he has no way to know what's really going on.

"I want to remind you that this is not a war of aggression..." Lydia shook her head at the end that Linshu couldn't see, "This is civil strife."

"There is no need to break through the red forest defense line. The current empire is full of sparks."

"I don't know how Zemel did it, or how his new staff officer did it. In short, most of the southern part of the empire is now at war."

"The Ceron Carter State, which was separated from the Empire itself, has almost completely fallen, and the Crockle Islands are now in a state of anarchy."

"Not only the rebels, but all kinds of anti-imperial forces have chosen to join forces at this time. Coupled with the support that the Federation doesn't even bother to cover up, the empire can now be said to have fallen into a disadvantage."

The occurrence of this situation is inseparable from the fact that the rebels obtained enough information from Yofasha four years ago.

What Lydia said seemed too good, as if following this trend, the rebel army would soon reach the imperial capital and overthrow the empire.

So there is bound to be a twist here.

"But we all know that the empire has a backup, and it is absolutely impossible for us to win so easily. And among the materials we haven't fully analyzed, the one that is most likely to come to the battlefield should be..."

Lydia uttered the name of that thing.

"Leviathan."

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