Chapter 1330: Second handle
From birth, there are many people holding silver spoons, such as the former emperor Palak Strahm.
Even in the weakest era of mortals, an empire's emperor is already a very rich and noble existence.
He lived in a luxurious palace since he was a child, and the noble etiquette was trained by court ceremonialists. Every day he walked to his throne, what kind of expression he was, let many people carefully analyze.
Even in the end, he surrendered and became a king of subjugation, but under the blessing of the Ailan Hill Empire, the quality of life has never been affected.
He still has a title, and is still an old nobleman who surrendered to his life, and surrendered many of the properties that he allowed to keep. With the blessing of the expansion of the Ailanhill Empire, he even made him richer than in the past.
He has no idea of rejuvenating the country anymore. He has always dreamed of being a rich man, honestly guarding his property, and watching them slowly increase.
However, recently he, an old nobleman, has finally emerged. After all, he has experience in managing an empire, and the expansion of the Ailan Hill Empire is too fast, and he lacks such talents with management experience.
After being pulled up from the bed, stuffed into a training class, and instilled a whole year of modern management knowledge, he was placed on a colonial planet and was responsible for managing people's livelihood affairs there.
This is definitely a boring and frustrating job. Because at the very beginning, he, the poor emperor of the past, served as a civil servant about the same as a village chief.
No way, the second group of immigrants who arrived on the planet called Mira with him, adding up to the first group, only had 130 people.
Most of the work is done by pioneer robots. In addition to managing and commanding robots, most of these 130 people are performing high-end tasks such as inspections and experiments.
Therefore, most of these people Parak Stram can't manage or command. Even for the entire immigration plan, he was just a fool who stamped the registry...
Life became miserable in an instant, and of course Parak Strahm was not quite used to it. But he didn't dare to do anything, because he always remembered that he was a king of subjugation, a "shaking M" who could not express any dissatisfaction.
He even looked at anyone around him like an imperial spy, monitoring his every move and every word and deed. If he is a little dissatisfied, he may be sent back to the Elan Hill Empire Security Bureau, and then tied to an electric chair to enjoy the abundance of nuclear fusion power generation.
Therefore, during that unforgettable exile time, he was cautious in his words and deeds, and honestly cultivated his body in the wasteland, watched robots build cities, watched robots raise cattle and sheep in captivity, and watched them build the world. Became a new countryside.
No way, compared with the prosperous cities of the Ailan Hill Empire before, even if it is developing rapidly, it is nothing more than a poor countryside.
Of course, this year it has become lively, and his civil official has also become busy. About 100,000 people have been immigrated to this planet. In addition to land development, copper mines, tin mines, and other messy minerals have been discovered here.
Anyway, a planet where no oil or radioactive materials is found can never become a first-class resource planet, so after all, this place is just a rural village, a planetary village of 100,000 people.
Holding a briefcase, Parak Stram yawned and walked up the steps of the city hall step by step. There were meteors passing by in the sky. It was a reentry and was transporting all kinds of machinery to the world. .
Because there are no expensive minerals, no indigenous people and signs of life, this new world improved from the world tree is not eligible to be included in the portal network.
From this point of view, this is a small rural place with no access, and it will never develop...a backward place!
The Ailan Hill Empire, which is developing every planet madly, will not have any plans for poverty alleviation in a short time. In about ten years, this planet called Mira will only develop slowly.
"Good morning! Miss Angela!" As he passed by the front desk of the city hall, he lazily greeted the female receptionist standing inside.
I heard that this female receptionist is also a nobleman, but her ancestors have declined. By the time of her generation, there may be only one baron left.
However, nobles are nobles. She has been studying for two days, at least in a state of literacy. So she applied for the civil servants of the Ailan Hill Empire...
This was actually a tragedy. She was admitted, then she was stuffed into a spaceship and airdropped here.
Who could have imagined that the shortage of management talents in the Ailan Hill Empire has been so lacking that almost no one can refuse them? Who would have thought that as long as the obedience to allocation option was checked when applying for the exam, it would basically be admitted to the state of being allocated.
Who would have thought that on such a newly developed 100,000-thousand-level transformed planet, it turned out to be such a poor look.
"Morning..." The unloved Miss Angela replied without even lifting her eyelids. She knew that Paraque who walked into her office didn't like old women like her, so she didn't bother to hook up.
Parak Strahm walked into his office as usual, closed the door, took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger beside the door.
Then, when he turned his head and wanted to follow his habit, leaving the briefcase next to the computer, and planning to start a boring job, he was taken aback by the weapon inserted on his desk.
"Damn! What the **** is this!" He subconsciously took a step back, because he saw a weird black long sword with a slight melting trace inserted on his desk.
In any case, the weird pattern on the sword and the sharp blade, although it is no longer particularly sharp, can still be seen vaguely. The former Palak Emperor Palak Si, who has seen many weapons. Tramm knew that what he saw was a long sword, not something like a cross.
"Ann..." He subconsciously wanted to call Miss Angela outside the corridor, but he swallowed before all the voice came out of his throat.
The doors and windows in the office are intact, and there is no sign of turning over... He is just a civil officer. Even if there are really assassinations or terrorist attacks on this planet, then this sword should appear upstairs. It's in the consul's office.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked slowly over, as if being summoned by something, he stretched out his hand towards the long sword that was slightly white.
