Chapter 55 Let It Pretend to Be an Oil Man
After Ron got up, he immediately summoned Bayev and asked him to report the details of the cleanup operation last night.
After listening to the other party's report, he was very worried.
Yesterday, just a bottle of chaotic biological weapons was leaked, causing him to lose three guards.
Even his strongest warrior, Carter, suffered a minor injury.
If he hadn't found those chaotic biological weapons in advance, the consequences would have been disastrous!
Fortunately, everything is over.
"My Lord Governor, all the targets you marked have been annihilated.
Next, we can continue to prepare for the Emperor's Ascension Festival..."
Bayev looked at Ron with even more awe in his heart.
That damn traitorous Homan family actually attacked the Royal Court District in such a vicious way.
If the Governor hadn't used his god-like power to conduct investigations, the losses in the Wangting District would have been huge this time.
"By the way, the guards who died in this battle must be well compensated and their names should be engraved into the monument at the foot of the God Emperor's statue."
Ron told Bayev:
"In the future, soldiers at all levels should receive corresponding pensions after they die. You can plan the details."
In the past, there was no such thing as pension in the Wangting District. Soldiers fought bravely and even sacrificed their lives. It was a symbol of loyalty.
Not to mention that there are none in the Wangting District, there are also very few Astra Militarum.
When the Astra Militarum left their home planet and headed to the Milky Way, they went to other star regions and even star regions to fight.
As they travel far and wide, the distance from home grows farther and farther.
It is so far away that even with a short lifespan of a mortal, even if he spends his whole life traveling in a spaceship, there is no way to return to his home planet.
Unless you are extremely capable, have outstanding military exploits, and are promoted to an officer, there is only a slight chance of returning to your hometown.
If this is true for officers, it is even more impossible for ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers.
From the moment they leave their planet, they are destined to say goodbye to their families and hometown forever.
They often only have two endings: die on the battlefield, or run out of life and die in a foreign land.
And after they die, it is difficult to find out their identities and planets.
In addition, the journey is extremely long, making it even less likely that the pension will be delivered to their families.
Even if it really has to be sent, with the efficiency of the empire, by the time the pension is delivered, the Astra Militarum family may not even know how many generations have passed.
It is not certain whether I can remember that there is such a person.
For these reasons, the issue of pension is out of the question.
Ron briefly introduced Bayev to the pension regulations that he knew, and then handed over this task to him.
I believe he can formulate appropriate pension plans and arrangements based on the existing conditions in Wangting District.
Bayev nodded in agreement:
“My Lord Governor, I will work out a suitable pension plan.
On behalf of the warriors, I thank you for your kindness! "
Afterwards, Ron discussed the process of the ceremony with Bayev.
After getting a satisfactory answer, he was urged to see the construction of the statue of the God Emperor.
Ron is very lucky to have Bayev as his manager. He is extremely energetic and can work in multiple threads.
Without him, I might really be exhausted.
Everything has been arranged, and in three days it will be the Emperor's Ascension Festival.
All he had to do was show up at the ceremony on time that day and make a promise to his people.
Then you can gather enough power of hope to open the teleportation channel and send yourself to the Green Wave Farm in Space Ark.
Bring back the growing technology and food there, and he can also get an intelligent robot.
Nowadays, the way of working in Wangting District is too backward. It doesn’t even have an Internet connection. It is even worse than in our own world.
He had to quickly build the Internet so that he could implement some modern communication and management methods.
As for electronic demons, waste codes, etc., he is not afraid at all.
He can just use the little sun to protect the server.
When the time comes, bring out a few sacred vessels that have been consecrated by the small sun, and then find some priests.
Let them practice every day, sprinkle holy water, and the server will be safe.
Now the server only runs within the territory, so the difficulty of blessing is not very high.
Unlike His Majesty the God-Emperor squatting on the golden toilet, the star torch he built needs to cover the Milky Way.
It is like a network node connecting galaxies, star regions and even star regions.
How stressful is the server management? No wonder there are so many psykers crammed into it.
In short, after the planting technology is back, we can build a server and connect to the Internet.
Once these things are done, management costs will be greatly reduced and production efficiency will be improved.
That robot is a bit troublesome, after all, the empire prohibits the use of intelligent robots.
If Ron really brings back the intelligent robot that symbolizes "hating intelligence", I'm afraid it will arouse people's fear or opposition.
If this was known to the empire, there would be big trouble.
But don’t forget, now that Erth Star is on the dark side of the Empire, the Empire can’t control him!
Ron has decided that he must get the intelligent robot back.
At worst, the smart robot can be disguised, put on a robe, weld on an imperial double-headed eagle, and let it pretend to be a motor oil guy!
As long as Ron doesn't admit that it is an intelligent robot, what can anyone do to him?
Now things are going in the direction Ron hopes.
He relaxed a little and rested on the throne.
I just don’t know why, but that uneasy feeling is getting stronger.
Suddenly, Ron felt heart palpitations!
Darkness, extremely pure darkness!
He looked in the direction of the Homan family's territory, and his psychic sense could vaguely sense that something terrible was gestating in that territory!
It was an extremely terrifying chaos monster, a creation of the evil god.
If we wait for that thing to be born, our territory may not be able to stop its attack.
But Ron couldn't directly start a war with the Homan family.
With the strength shown by the opponent yesterday, if we start a war with them, even if we win, it will be a miserable victory.
That would only benefit those bastards from the Gray Wolf Gang.
Fortunately, there is still some time before the monster is conceived.
Now Ron's only choice is to race against time, betting on whether he can collect enough power of hope to regain his strength first, or whether the Homan family will give birth to that terrible monster first.
In fact, Ron was more worried about another problem.
After last night's battle, the Homan family may have found out the truth about the Wangting District.
If the other party ignores it and insists on launching more attacks on him during the Emperor's Ascension Festival, that will be troublesome.
Just when Ron was troubled, in the secret laboratory in the territory of the Homan family.
Squeak!
In the glass room, the deformed squirrel was holding a severed hand and gnawing the fresh meat on it, looking very happy.
Its eyes are very smart and it seems to have a certain amount of intelligence.
After Yusef discovered this that day, he asked someone to raise the deformed gray rat and he liked it quite a lot.
At this moment, Yousef was carefully stroking the deformed squirrel, as if he were stroking a small pet.
He is waiting for news.
Not long ago, he received intelligence that there was gunfire in the Wangting District territory.
It seems they chose a purge.
And the evil villains he sent over will immediately release the essence of chaos and release those terrifying aberration monsters.
Suffering will spread in Wangting District!
Quack quack!
Yosef was quite proud. Presumably the residential areas around the Sacred Square had suffered heavy casualties and turned into ruins, right?
