"The hero of the empire, White Ghost Hanton, asks to see His Majesty the Great Emperor."

Elder Pison lowered his head, leaned forward, and shouted forward.

Yang Luo followed Elder Pison with a straight face and straight back.

He tried to look straight ahead, but he was dazzled by the decoration of crystal elements everywhere and the cool-dressed maids everywhere.

The emperor of the Sherman Empire really knew how to enjoy himself.

This should be a living room. Yang Luo estimated that the area could be several thousand square meters. Several rows of supporting columns were each wrapped in fountain flowers and handicrafts. The decoration was perfectly integrated with the cabin structure itself.

The carpets on the ground seemed to be a whole, covering the area that Yang Luo could see.

There are one to two hundred female humans in the hall, divided into two categories according to their job types.

One type is a maid who can move around at will, and is still responsible for routine tasks such as serving tea, water and fruits.

The first category is the 'space' model, which is part of the living room decoration. They wear a variety of artistic clothes and the fabric coverage does not exceed 30% of the body surface. They remain stationary in different areas every half minute.

Change the look every five minutes.

But no matter what type of work they are doing, they are all beautiful girls, either tall and slender, slightly plump, or slender, and their looks are like spring orchids, autumn chrysanthemums, and summer peonies, all fragrant and fragrant.

No wonder, when Yang Luo was interstellar surfing, he often saw jokes ridiculing Emperor Sherman's debauchery.

Where is this debauchery and immorality?

This should be systematic, thoughtful self-indulgence.

Yang Luo just glanced a few times, lowered his head slightly, and followed Elder Pison forward.

The styles of clothes on these girls also gave him a lot of hints about the emperor's preferences.

The futuristic style, based on silver and white, is the mainstream art style here.

After walking forward for about fifty meters, Yang Luo saw the steps in front of him. Elder Pison also stopped and inadvertently made a gesture to Yang Luo, asking Yang Luo to salute together.

Whoosh!

The military uniform on Yang Luo made a clear sound due to vibration.

He clenched his fists with both hands, moved his right hand forward and his left hand back, performed a standard imperial military salute, and raised his head to look straight ahead.

The emperor sat on the throne twenty meters away.

At this distance of twenty meters, Yang Luo discovered at least twelve layers of energy shields, found at least six maids who were actually genetically modified warriors, and saw seven or eight imperial ministers and elders wearing imperial antique robes with complex patterns.

And three familiar old imperial generals.

This is the core of power of the empire!

As for the old emperor, Yang Luo rejected his previous inference at the first glance.

This is a living being, not an omnic.

At this moment, the emperor was looking at the young man below carefully with an elegant smile. Then he turned his head slightly, faced the camera ball next to him, and shouted in an exaggerated voice like a drama actor:

"Oh, look who is this? The great hero of our empire, Hanton! White Ghost!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Yang Luo's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes deliberately showed undisguised passion.

"Being summoned by you is the highest level reward I have received so far after my hard work!"

The old emperor's smile was obviously much more real.

He sighed softly and continued to speak slowly according to the script he had designed before:

"The empire has existed for tens of thousands of years. In every era, there will be heroes of every era. It is my Sherman Empire's luck to have you appear in this era."

"I have been paying attention to you, Hanton. Although I cannot directly interfere with these non-important government affairs due to the laws of the empire, I have been telling them before that they should be kind to our heroes and be more tolerant and understanding."

"I have actually known about your experience a long time ago."

"Because of your loyalty to the empire, you applied for genetic fusion experimental transformation without hesitation, and saved hundreds of scientific research team workers in a crisis-ridden environment. Under the persecution of the New Federation through international political influence, you were trapped in a cage and still had to deal with these evil forces.

The forces continue to fight and never say a word to smear the empire."

"When the empire fell into a crisis of insect plague, you went deep into the territory of the New Federation to investigate and collect evidence, and with the help of some ancient technologies that you accidentally obtained, you contributed the most critical insect detection technology patents to the empire."

"When the insect infestation broke out and my dear people fell into despair and helplessness, you stood up again."

"So far, you have directly saved 400 million people of the empire and encouraged countless people of the empire who harbor patriotic thoughts but are persecuted by foreign forces."

"When I saw this number, I was shocked."

"Hanton, I'm proud of you."

The old emperor stood up slowly, as if he was excited and wanted to move forward towards Yang Luo.

"His Majesty·"

The maid in charge of security frowned and reminded.

Those standing below are not just heroes of the empire.

Data showed that this was a low-level officer who had been forcibly subjected to genetic experiments by the Kilgrove experimental team, had been betrayed by the surviving scientific research team, abandoned by the Imperial Military Intelligence Agency, and was almost directly killed by an Imperial Dreadnought.

This is unstable and may lead to extreme behavior.

But the emperor ignored this reminder.

He walked with firm steps, and he should have an ordinary figure, but under the cover of loose robes, he looked slightly taller.

The emperor walked to the two steps and was only one meter away from Yang Luo.

Two maids followed closely, and another maid came next to him, bringing two trays and restraining Yang Luo faintly.

Yang Luo laughed secretly in his heart.

He really wants to attack the old emperor secretly, but these creatures, whose reaction is not as good as Catherine's, really can't stop him.

The emperor picked up a medal from the tray and waved to Yang Luo:

"Come here, Hanton, don't be shy."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yang Luo lowered his head, stepped up the steps, and raised his head slightly.

From this angle, he really felt the kindness of the old emperor, the warmth and kindness in the old emperor's smile.

The emperor pinned the medal on Yang Luo's chest.

The elders, ministers and generals began to applaud softly.

"What I can give you is honor, not praise. Praise is earned by your strength and actions," the emperor said warmly, "You are worthy of the highest medal of the Emperor Star. You are my pride, my child."

Before Yang Luo could react, the emperor had already opened his hands and hugged him hard.

It felt as if Dong Zhuo was hugging Lu Bu.

Yang Luo said with excitement: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The camera ball made a shut-down sound.

The emperor let go of Yang Luo, smiled with narrowed eyes, and patted Yang Luo on the shoulder: "A very good young man."

Then the emperor turned around and walked back to his throne. Several ministers cast friendly glances at Yang Luo. Elder Pison on the side motioned for Yang Luo to follow him and walked a few steps to the side, and they stood at the bottom of the steps together.

Is this the end?

The emperor sat slouched in the throne and frowned: "How was my acting skill just now?"

An elder with snow-white hair immediately smiled and said: "It's perfect! My great Majesty!"

"Well, the people like this, so let's show it to the people and enjoy it with the people."

The emperor waved and glanced at Yang Luo. Two maids came over and knelt down beside the emperor's legs, helping him take off his elegant boots.

Yang Luo:

Mudd!

He was really touched just now!

The emperor asked: "How are the negotiations going?"

"Your Majesty, all confidence of the New Federation has been defeated by our invincible fleet, and the negotiations are going very smoothly," the military boss introduced quickly, "However, the president of the other party refused to present the surrender document in front of you. We

We are putting pressure on them."

The emperor said calmly: "Aren't they grateful for my pardon?"

"this·"

The great elder on the side smiled and said: "The people are naturally grateful, Your Majesty, but in this matter, those hypocritical show-off politicians always put their personal interests before the interests of the country and refuse to bow their heads for the sake of their own political destiny.

, which is also their normal psychology.”

"We have already hit their first star," the emperor said with a smile. "What is important is the sense of ceremony. This sense of ceremony can ensure that we are the real winners and will not be criticized by them later on the Internet."

The military boss whispered: "Your Majesty, we may be able to eliminate another part of the New Federation's combat power."
To be continued...