Retreating to Advance

'Rely on your mechanical mastermind.'

When the transport ship landed at the outer spaceport of the Emperor Star, Yang Ming suddenly thought of these words.

This was a piece of advice given to him by the brother Faya who was in charge of the Valkyrie project. Now it seems that... it really makes sense.

I almost fell in.

Yang Ming closed his eyes, his mind already relaxed for the most part, and the package plan he and Lu made was circulating in his heart.

Director Ino's threat did make Yang Ming feel a sense of urgency, but in fact, this threat should not be valid at this stage.

Just like super-modifiers will only conduct dimension-enhancement experiments after reaching a certain age. Before dedicating themselves, their value will be squeezed by the empire.

He is still useful to the empire now.

Of course, nothing can be too absolute. Only by doing more coping can you live longer.

The spaceport is right in front of you.

What Yang Ming needs to do here is very simple - drag.

It takes time for Lu to make various arrangements. He must delay it for a while to avoid being in the same frame as Daphne and hyping up the marriage into a real topic, otherwise he will fall into absolute passivity.

Where should I go next to enjoy the autumn breeze?

Major General Cleon and Major General Qiulisha seem to be resting in the outer space port of the Emperor Star. It would be nice to visit their home.

Yang Ming glanced at his watch, which showed the current time.

It's 10:21 a.m. Emperor Star time.

He will have to postpone it until tonight at least. The task is quite arduous.

…

flew away?

When the old emperor heard the report from the maid on the side, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then he smiled softly while stroking his hands.

"Interesting, interesting. My guard knight is indeed extraordinary. When reporters blocked the door, he actually thought of this method and flew away directly, hahaha."

The maid beside him stood quietly, not daring to laugh along with him.

The old emperor asked again: "Where has he gone?"

"Earl Hanton borrowed an 80-meter small transport ship from the military. He circled the Emperor Star twice and looked at the stars outside the atmosphere. He is now returning to the space port."

"What do you think he is afraid of?"

The old emperor asked in confusion:

"Isn't this what he wants? My precious daughter is beautiful, pure and pure, and with him as the hero of the empire, isn't it just a good couple?

"As long as he cooperates and solidifies his relationship with Daphne, wouldn't the reward that should be given to him later be doubled?

"This young man is really hard for me to understand."

The maid whispered: "Your Majesty, maybe Earl Hanton cannot accept such a big thing as marriage for a while."

The old emperor narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Did you take advantage of him?"

The maid hurriedly knelt down, lowered her head and said, "Your Majesty, we will never dare to do such a thing. I am completely loyal to Your Majesty and will never show any favoritism to outsiders."

"Okay, get up."

The old emperor waved his hands and seemed to be in a good mood.

He smiled and said:

"People don't understand Hanton. He is very conceited. Of course, he also has the capital to be conceited.

"He always thinks that if he works hard, he will get something. He never believes that the feedback mechanism of human society's efforts and gains is either much less than one, or much greater than one. If it really is equal to one, then

Society has become a stagnant water.

"He always thinks about only getting benefits and not being restrained. How can there be such a good thing?

"As long as he marries Daphne, I will give him all the power he wants. I hope this guy will not be ignorant of praise."

A middle-aged maid on the side asked: "Your Majesty, if Earl Hanton rejects your kindness, do we need to take coercive measures against him?"

The old emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

"Don't worry, he won't be ungrateful. I asked my brother-in-law to do this, just to leave some leeway.

"Heroes of the Empire.

"The heroes of the empire who cannot be used by me will only be the pests of the empire in the end."

The surrounding maids were all deep in thought, and no one dared to remind him even more about this matter.

Emperor Star time, 1:35 pm.

After lunch, the emperor enjoyed a funny drama and turned to ask: "How is Daphne doing?"

A maid immediately stepped forward and whispered in the emperor's ear.

Daphne was resting in the hotel, and the reporters were waiting below, but there was no trace of the imperial hero Count. The press release prepared by the reporters could not be released to the public because it lacked substantive content.

"Can't you combine a few photos?" the old emperor asked with a frown.

The maid whispered: "Your Majesty, if it is a composite photo, it will be easily exposed. The current scanning technology far exceeds the synthesis technology."

"It's really troublesome. What is Hanton doing?"

"Your Majesty, he had lunch in the military camp of Spaceport No. 3 and was invited to participate in the batting competition held in the afternoon. The soldiers welcomed him very much and the scene was very lively."

The maid added:

"If you use composite photos to create news at this time, it will be easily overturned by these witnesses, your great Majesty."

The old emperor was inexplicably agitated: "This bastard, how dare you leave my daughter there, my poor Daphne... tell her that if she can't attract Hanton, come back as soon as possible, and I can arrange something else for her."

marriage."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The maid obviously heard the old emperor's dissatisfaction.

If Princess Daphne really obeys and comes back immediately, her future will be in trouble.

Ten minutes later, the maid hurriedly came to report: "Your Majesty, Your Highness Daphne has set off for the No. 3 spaceport military camp."

"That's right," the old emperor squinted and smiled, "My daughter, you have to take the initiative to grab whatever you want. Hanton is also very handsome, isn't he? The ancient god's life form, oh, he must be very physical.

Excellent, Daphne will be happy, right?"

The maid on the side only dared to lower her head and did not dare to answer.

The old emperor tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat, leaned back in the seat, and continued to enjoy the hard-working performances of the comedians.

Among the frigates that scrambled off the surface of the Emperor Star.

Daphne was sitting in the corner of the bridge, while two maids were applying her delicate makeup.

The few gossip reporters who followed were frightened by the imperial officers and soldiers walking around. They were all fidgety and trembling when they spoke.

Daphne asked: "How long will it take to get to the military camp?"

A maid on the side immediately replied: "One galactic hour later, including all the distance traveled."

"Ten minutes in advance, inform him that I'm going to find him," Daphne said. "You can tell him directly that this is my father's wish, and let him think more carefully before deciding whether to escape."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The maid responded softly.

Daphne nodded slightly, continued to close her eyes and rest, trying to adjust her state.

At the same time, Yang Ming, who was chatting and laughing with several officers as he rushed to the batting field, felt his watch vibrate slightly.

He opened it and glanced at it, only to see a simple text message.

[The emperor intervened directly, and the princess arrived at the military camp an hour later.]

He actually caught up?

Did the old emperor realize what he was going to do?

It shouldn't be, Lu's actions are all outside the Emperor Star Circle. What they are going to use this time is Dark Star's fleet and the mechanical thinking body with a bionic body. This is definitely the strictest level of confidentiality.

No matter how powerful the computing power of the Empire's national defense system is, Dark Star is physically isolated from the Empire's borders, so it is impossible for information to be stolen.

Yang Ming could only regard this as the old emperor's keen sense of smell.

He thought carefully about how he should deal with the current situation.

"Earl Hanton, what's wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay. I suddenly felt a little unwell. Is the infirmary nearby?"

"I'm going to take you there. Did you eat something bad? Can the ancient god's life form also suffer from indigestion? Well, the procurement of our military canteen is completely transparent, and there is absolutely no corruption."
To be continued...