May 14, 831 in the Common Calendar, one and a half months before the opening of the God of War Festival.
The riot a week ago has now come to an end. Even the comprehensive curfew that caused the entire empire to panic has now been announced. The cultural and political center of the empire has moved in a way that has stunned all citizens and foreign observers.
The speed quickly returned to normal.
Immediately afterwards, the cheerful atmosphere of the festival, as if coming out of its hiding place, descended on the imperial capital again.
Various official or private celebrations to warm up the God of War Festival are still coming in an endless stream. Most people soon forget their previous nervousness and once again dive into the existing happiness.
The decision made by the empire's decision-makers is correct. As long as the people have a grand game, it is easy to forget the previous disasters. Even if it is just for this, they will never cancel the God of War Festival.
However, people with a discerning eye seem to be able to feel that the God of War Festival, which is regarded by the public as a grand sports meeting, has already cast a shadow with the smell of blood even before it is held.
In Marais City, the largest star city in the outer ring of the imperial capital, with a permanent population of 140 million people, more than 10,000 citizens occupied a central square and were holding a grand ceremony.
Open air gathering.
Most of them are Flemish people with tan skin and strong and agile bodies. However, they also include the short Quafi people, the weak and honest Razakai people, and the thin Sumilan people. The same goes for
Including a considerable number of Angmans, Wolfgangs and Kivlings.
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But, there are only no human beings.
This city is called Marais, which means "alien" or "alien" in the imperial language. This is indeed the largest settlement of a non-human alien race in the imperial capital. It is also the lowest per capita income in the entire imperial capital.
A city with the worst environment, the most chaotic urban planning, and the worst public security.
Of course, the worst public security situation is compared to other areas in the imperial capital. If compared with other areas and other countries, this Marais City can definitely be considered peaceful for a long time. Girls who go out in the middle of the night, as long as they don't go
Driving through dark alleys is basically no problem.
After all, this is the imperial capital. Under the emperor's feet, no matter how bad the public security is, there must be a limit. The human police are indeed reluctant to serve in this city, but in comparison, here are all the starry sky cities in the imperial capital.
The largest and most complete range of autonomous security machinery.
No, under the overlooking of hundreds of large and small security robots standing quietly around the square, the atmosphere of the gathering of more than 10,000 people, although lively and cheerful, did not appear chaotic.
At this time, the song and dance program on the stage had just ended. Then someone walked onto the stage amidst the cheers and applause of the public.
That was a slightly older Flemish man, and he should still have some prestige among the foreigners living in the imperial capital. However, after he came on stage, it took three or four minutes for the scene to gradually become quiet.
Obviously, this prestige is still quite limited.
Mr. Franmore first gave a speech that sounded very emotional, but seemed to have little content when discussed in detail. Some people below him already showed impatient looks, and then he said: "Please rest assured, I have listened extensively to many parties."
We have also discussed it with the elders in the Grand Council, and there will never be any discount on the 100 billion gold dragon infrastructure investment in the Franmore Galaxy."
Whispers began to appear in the crowd. Some people seemed to be relieved, but some people shouted loudly: "Where are the government officials? Where are the appointments and dismissals of the government officials that His Highness Sarto promised to us?"
"This, this..." Flemore hesitated: "I think this kind of thing requires everyone's long-term and multi-party cooperation and efforts..."
“Traitor!” Someone interrupted him loudly.
“Stooges!” someone roared.
Gentleman Franmore wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and looked at the burly and majestic autonomous security robots on the stage, which looked like armored giants.
However, it is obvious that the AI level of security robots is indeed limited, as long as the citizens do not commit any illegal or criminal acts. They are happy to pretend to be harmless statues of humans and animals.
Even with the strict laws of the empire, swearing is far from illegal.
Gentleman Franmore tried his best to explain to everyone while he was scolding everyone.
Above his head, a light screen projected a huge holographic projection in the air. In the image, there was a projection of a majestic city full of science fiction. Then, the screen began to zoom up, and the city gradually became smaller, turning into the surface of the planet.
.The more I love it, the more dense light spots representing the city appear all over the painting, and they are completely connected by a network of light rails extending in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, the light screen switched to the words "The future of the people of Flamore!". A well-dressed, tall and handsome imperial noble appeared in position c in the screen. Behind him were countless people of Flamore.
, everyone showed a determined and hopeful expression, staring at the vast sky, as if they were about to head towards the other side of the infinite sea of stars.
However, under the screen, all the alien races were in chaos. Although the gentleman Franmore on the stage was in a mess, he still had a considerable number of supporters. Very quickly, verbally
The recriminations quickly turned into pushback and fistfights.
Fortunately, before it evolved into a full-scale military operation, the surrounding autonomous security robots had already been activated.
“Citizens of the Empire, stop your illegal behavior immediately! Stop your illegal behavior immediately! Otherwise, we will take countermeasures!”
Before the robot issued this verbal message, it had already started to act. Without saying a word, it looked like it had overdrawn stun bombs in the dense crowd of fights. Then it strode into the crowd and quickly took away the dozen or so people who took the lead.
Down.
There must be accidental injuries, but the empire's law enforcement agencies never consider this. They only need to know that several security robots nipped a possible riot in the cradle within half a minute, and that's all.
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Three plainly dressed humans were riding a suspended light rail train passing over the square, and happened to witness everything in front of them.
They are respectively an elegant and handsome young man, a baby-faced boy, and a big black fat man who is huge and intimidating.
Needless to say, it is naturally Tan Jize, the president of Tianyu Community Overseas Students Association, Kilian Shazabi, the secretary, and Andro Mota, the secretary and MT of the general association.
To be honest, they have been in the imperial capital for a while, but the only one who has really been to this Marais City is Tan Jize. Looking at the overwhelming number of alien groups around him, Mota looked a little nervous and kept keeping tight.
He clasped the telescopic swing stick tightly around his waist. However, Killian, who was younger, was very curious about this place and kept looking around.
Motta looked at this scene with a subtle sense of frustration.
“This kid must have passed through the big cat’s territory every day and is used to it.”
Hearing the speech on the other side of the square, Killian asked his president, "What do you mean by government appointment and dismissal?"
“When Archduke Sarto advised the Flamor Liberation Organization to lay down their arms, he promised them that the proportion of Flamorians serving in the government and the army would exceed 70%. This is the so-called governance of the Flemorians.
Tan Jize said.
"But hasn't the Empire territorialized the Franmore Galaxy? How could they possibly compromise on this aspect... Oh, I understand, Grand Duke Sator lied to them?" Mota felt that he had discovered a bright spot,
He suddenly felt a little relieved. He suddenly realized that if he had not come to the empire to study, had not met these friends, and had only guarded the three-acre land at home in China, he probably would never have been able to ask this kind of question in his life.
Tan Jize shook his head with a smile: "Remember, Andrew, and Kilian, whether it is the empire or Grand Duke Sato himself, when they reach that position, their greatest capital is their prestige. And prestige is often accumulated through political credit
Because of this, they are less able to lie to people casually. Since Grand Duke Sato dared to make such a promise, he naturally got the tacit approval of the empire."
Seeing that both of them were thinking, Tan Jize continued to explain: "Of course, there must be other ways to control the so-called people. For example, let all the bureaucrats and military officers go to the empire's specialized academies for brainwashing.
Or, give priority to appointing people with native education and life backgrounds in the empire. Another example is to leave the deputy positions that mainly do things to the Flemish people, and officials from the empire will occupy the full positions."
Mota was dumbfounded when he heard this. He thought, can people who play politics be so dirty? I have just started!
Kilian thought for a moment and said, "But for the Flemish people, this is already a great improvement."
Tan Jize looked at this talented young man and smiled happily: "Yes. In the future, there will be a large number of Franmore people in the government of the Franmore galaxy and among the local guards officers. As long as they get here
With one step, many of the rights and interests of the Flemish people can be protected, and they will be satisfied. Of course, if you think about it in another direction, this is also the beginning of the complete nationalization of the Flemish people."
The population of Flemmore within the empire has exceeded 20 billion, and the overall quality of this ethnic group is even higher than that of the Wolfgangs and Angmans. If it can be completely nationalized, it will naturally be a great benefit to the empire in the long run.
Good thing.
If it can continue, this will certainly be a win-win operation.
But the premise of everything is that Grand Duke Sarto is still alive.
“There should be many people in the imperial political arena who oppose this policy, right? Now that Grand Duke Sarto is dead, there will definitely be a lot of waves,” Killian said.
“That’s right. Councilor Lodegatai has been a councilor for ten years and has some reputation, but he is still far behind Grand Duke Sarto.”
What Lord Gartet was talking about was probably the old gentleman Franmore who was being attacked on the stage. It could be seen that he still had some supporters, but there seemed to be more opponents who called him a "traitor".
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“From the perspective of conspiracy theorists, whoever benefits more will be the most suspicious. I even suspect that the mastermind behind this must be the alliance.” Tan Jize said with a smile.
Killian couldn’t help but feel happy, but Mota did not laugh. Instead, he said in a tone that was almost certain: “Then it must be the Alliance.”
Seeing that both friends were looking at him, the big black fat man added: "The Alliance members are all hypocrites. When our hometown Magic Coke Factory negotiated a merger with the alliance's chaebols last time, they agreed that they would use their channels to merge with them.
The funds helped us promote the brand. However, it was only a year or two after the merger that Paradise Coke, Paradise Fruit Milk, and Fantasy Ice Cream were no longer available. Everyone obviously liked them."
“Coca Cola in Paradise, what a childhood memory!” Tan Jize couldn’t help but sigh.
"That's right. The Empire is bad, but the profiteers in the Alliance are even worse. We must be more vigilant against them," Motta said.
Killian, the youngest, had never heard of Paradise Coca-Cola and had no such sentiments. He wanted to say something, but suddenly felt something and couldn't help but turned his head. He then noticed that there was a diagonally opposite side of him.
In the third row of seats, there were also four Flemish people talking, all dressed as dusty travelers. One of the young men seemed not very interested in the conversation of his companions, and kept looking at himself.
It seems that he is observing in secret.
Ever since, Killian had direct eye contact with the young man from Flamore.
Fortunately, the follow-up development did not develop in such subtle directions as "what are you looking at?" and "how are you looking at you?" The friendly young people in Franmore nodded to Killian and withdrew their gazes.
At this time, the light rail train that fell in the sky had already left the central square where the commotion was taking place and stopped at a three-story station.
“Qingtongzhong Street Station, Qingtongzhong Street Station is here.”
Kilian quickly got up and got out of the car with his companions. However, just as he walked through the door and onto the platform, Kilian saw the four Flamorians again.
“What’s wrong?” Tan Jize noticed something unusual about the other party.
“Those Flemors over there...” Killian pondered for a moment, then whispered: “We have to be careful.”
Motta's face suddenly sank. Just as he was about to go over and chat with the Flemors about "What are you looking at?", he was stopped by Tan Jize.
"There's no need to add extraneous details, just be careful." He glanced at the few Flemish people and immediately remembered their faces in his mind, and then left the station with his friends.
Outside the station, there are large and densely built buildings. Even the lowest building has more than ten floors. When they are gathered together, it suddenly looks like a huge rain forest made of steel, which is daunting to look at.
Killian and Mota both felt that without a detailed map, they would definitely get lost after entering.
This is understandable. After all, this is the most densely populated space city in the entire imperial capital. With more than 100 million people crowded on such an artificial celestial body with a central axis that is only over 50 kilometers long, what will happen to its urban planning?
One can imagine.
However, although this city is crowded, it is still in the imperial capital and the streets are relatively clean. There is no need to worry about stepping on the bodies of dead homeless people there.
The three of them followed the crowd of people getting off the train out of the station, crossed the relatively wide avenue, and entered the large jungle of buildings. At this moment, the field of vision in front of them suddenly shrunk, as if they were suddenly squeezed into
Between the narrow mountain roads. The straight "mountain walls" on both sides are almost endless, compressing the starlight on the dome until only a thin gap remains.
The road in front of the three people suddenly became so dark, gloomy and depressing