Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 234 Lost Contact
Fang Nuolu, a diplomatic staff member of the Imperial Union stationed in the Star Sea Alliance, has only one dream in his short hundred years of life.

That is to one day be able to sell the country for a good price when selling the country.

Quite normal, under the cover of the bureaucratic group, the pure-blooded humans of the Imperial Union died almost as silently as a frog boiled in warm water; after the cage was vacated and the bird was replaced, a series of fatal problems appeared in the awkward structure of the regime.

Not to mention that Dilian still has countless territories in the transformation of ideological trends, and the Liaoyuan people are also eyeing them while they are rising rapidly.

Several major livestock planets have also been lost. It is said that the shortage of food has affected 40.00% of the population; although there is no immediate turmoil with synthetic food as an alternative, the seeds of dissatisfaction have already taken root.

The residents of the Xinghai era can't be dismissed with three melons and two dates in the past.

There are powerful enemies watching outside, and insects eating away inside.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Dilian is about to end.

When the game will end, Fang Nuolu is not a senior politician, so he can't make an accurate estimate.

After all, although the Imperial Union is like a house with drafts on all sides, everywhere it goes is precarious; but the occasional victories, the military capacity it pulls out, and the speed at which it handles emergencies can still terrify people.

So Fang Nuolu is not in a hurry, he is only over 100 years old, and he has plenty of time.

This is also the reason for choosing to be a resident worker in the Star Sea Alliance - this is where various political powers meet, and it is the most convenient way to contact the right buyer when betraying the country.

He had been methodically preparing for this; not even the opening of the ancient star gates and the return of the Emperor from his coronation had slowed him down.

Even because of the influence of the rumored "luck", Fang Nuolu's recent act of betraying the country has gone very smoothly. The buyers who are interested in this are extremely active, and the prices they hinted at between the lines are getting more and more astonishing.

Fang Nuolu refused all of them.

What is a small fight?If you want to sell, sell a big one.

And betraying the country should be a technical job. It is best to stab the main artery of the regime without stabbing it to death, but rely on its bleeding to nourish one's own interests, until the regime is dying and grows into a behemoth.

Otherwise, it is too easy to be liquidated, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Fang Nuolu has been doing this all the time, and recently he finally has his eyes on the "big one" he expected, and has made steady progress in all aspects, and a prosperous second half of his life is quietly beckoning.

Who knows.

Such a big Dilian, he poured all his efforts and hopes into the Dilian.

How do you say that if you lose contact, you lose contact?

Thinking of this, Fang Nuolu felt a pain in his heart, and felt that the task on his body was even heavier, so he quickened his pace.

Dilian lost contact, which sounds incredible.

Fang Nuolu was also one of the people who knelt down at Zuo Wu's simple coronation ceremony on the first planet of the Star Sea Alliance that day;

At that time, he had a vague idea of ​​how terrifying the enemy the Emperor United was facing, and he had mixed feelings about the "luck" that the Emperor could bring to the regime.

The worry is that he is worried that the fate of the regime will affect his traitorous actions; the joy is that no matter what, there is always hope that he can defeat the enemy.

As an envoy of the Imperial Alliance and a potential traitor, he naturally has a channel to contact the territory of the Alliance of God. Although it is not as fast as the one established by Sang Deya with countless resources for Zuo Wu, it can still maintain a certain degree of effectiveness.

The battle reports came intermittently, and Fang Nuolu only felt that the information he got was contradictory; at one moment he said that the Chudan angels were too powerful and unstoppable, and at the same time he said that the various garrison regiments had launched a counterattack like a divine aid.

Each galaxy has different situations, and it is really chaotic; Fang Nuolu feels that he has experienced all kinds of mourning and joy in the world in just a few hours.

Of course, the battlefield is always changing dynamically, and both types of information may be true.

As time goes by, Fang Nuolu's focus has also turned into looking forward to a result—whether he wins or loses?Is it a strategic stalemate, or the angel chooses to withdraw temporarily under the suddenly strong resistance?

But I haven't waited for Fang Nuolu to wait for one

All communication channels are interrupted.

All communication channels.

This is true whether it is for civilian or military use, or the trade channels established by those multinational giants.

It seems that the regime of the Imperial Alliance and the galaxies it occupies as its territory are packed into a black box. Before someone opens it and observes it, the fate of the Imperial Alliance is in a state of superposition of success and failure.

No one is sure of its true fate.

Quietly, the name of Chudan Angel spread like a virus; no regime that joined the Star Sea Alliance can pat its chest and say that it can completely lose contact with a regime as big as the Imperial Alliance overnight like an angel.

No matter how precarious it is, the Imperial Alliance is still a regional power.

The various regimes bordering the Imperial Union have activated contingency plans to block all galaxies connected by waterways; after careful calculation, this is probably the fourth, fifth, or even sixth line of defense.

It's just that no one can guarantee that if the angel comes, these lines of defense can really slow down the angel's footsteps.

Fang Nuolu exhaled, knowing that the most urgent thing is to grasp the real situation of Dilian.

He has been so busy these days that his feet never touch the ground. The biggest achievement is that he has mobilized some brave lunatics to explore the territory of the Imperial Union, but so far, he has not even replied to a single letter.

It cannot be observed directly with optical telescopes.

The nearest galaxy to Imperial Union is also about a light-year away; in other words, if you want to use an optical telescope to know the current situation there, you have to wait for another year or so.

Chudan angels have the method of moving quickly in the hyperspace channel. They sweep across the territory of a regime, and the speed at which they break through the defense lines is calculated in days.

After a year, not to mention his traitorous plan that is more precarious than the regime, even the day lily is cold.

Thinking about this.

Fang Nuolu felt his eyebrows twitching, and felt that he was not walking on the ground, but in a sudden nightmare.

As long as you wake up and open your eyes, Dilian will still be there in good condition, and the glory and wealth after betraying the country will still beckoning Jiao Didi's hand to him in the distance.

But always face reality.

Fang Nuolu stopped, and in front of him was the office of the Imperial Union on the first planet of the Star Sea Alliance, where Zuo Wu was crowned, and where the emperor's current "palace" is located.

In the past, the Dilian office was not only full of people, but at least there were people of various shapes coming in and out, coming and going, but now it is completely opposite.

It's like being left out in the cold at the door, except for all kinds of probing eyes that don't stop.

Like him, many people couldn't accept the fact that Nuo Da's regime disappeared without a trace, and they thought it might be the conspiracy of the Imperial Alliance to face various enemies and creditors.

Bathed in such gazes, Fang Nuolu opened the door of the compressed space and entered.

Even in the palace, there is a sense of depression everywhere - the flowers and plants that Zuo Wu has never looked at seriously are still being taken care of by the creation, but they have not had time to clean up the little dust on the buds.

deepest.

A round bald head dangled there, a blunt man with a new skull.

Her new skull is also specially made, and the hole in the original position is still preserved, but the universal interface is hidden inside.She can also pull long blue threads out of it and weave a dreadlock if she wants.

Duzi's back was facing Fang Nuolu, and there was a silver ring on her bald head, as if Zuo Wu's "crown" was secretly taken and put on her head when she ascended the throne.

Fang Nuolu sighed, pretending he didn't see anything, and bowed slightly:

"Gui'an, your Excellency the interim prime minister, may I ask where your Majesty and Mr. Sang Deya have gone?"

After speaking, his face wrinkled, and the three titles were more awkward to him than the other.

Including "Your Majesty", although the voices in the Imperial Alliance yearning for the emperor's return became louder and louder, Fang Nuolu was still a little at a loss when this identity really came before him.

Isn't it good to let the emperor be a "sun" high above the sky?Now he is too close to him and it is too hot, it is a bit hot to continue the camp.

But Duzi was taken aback, hurriedly took off the crown on his head and hid it behind him, turned his head and glared:

"What are you doing? Are you trying to scare me? Believe it or not, the interim prime minister punishes you?! As for your majesty... Where is your majesty going, do you still have to report to you?!"

Understood, Fang Nuolu understood, but even a blunt person would not know what it meant; if he wanted to betray his country, he must have eyesight, otherwise he would not even be able to find qualified buyers.

He figured out the character of Duzi almost within a short time of getting along with him. As for the "temporary prime minister", Fang Nuolu had no objection. Emperors throughout the ages always like to favor those few courtiers and cronies, and they understand everything.

And Zuo Wu should be back soon; in Fang Nuolu's view, Dutzi's usual unreliability is just a lack of "sight" in the ordinary sense.

Unless it is someone else's serious account of her matter, she will hardly take the initiative to understand it, let alone take it to heart.

In other words.

Zuo Wu and Sang Deya should not be dealing with major matters that would take a long time. It is only equivalent to going out for a stroll, and they should be back soon.

Fang Nuolu decided to sit down and wait, and walked slowly to his desk.

This place is not so much a "palace", but more like a temporary office; each "key man" has his own booth, and Zuo Wu also has one, but his is more spacious and the seat is higher.

The waiting process is a bit boring.

Fang Nuolu played with his fingers, and suddenly noticed one thing—the cup of coffee on the seat next to him seemed cold for a long time, and a lot of it had evaporated, leaving a circle of coffee-colored residue on the cup.

It has been a long time since no one touched it.

He thought it was a little ridiculous, and subconsciously called out to Duzi: "How many people have escaped?"

"Huh? Ah, that's right;"

Blunt was playing with the crown, and took off his skull from time to time to play with the silver ring. Hearing Fang Nuolu's words, he reacted for a while before answering:

"Three people submitted formal resignations this morning, and seven of them were considered absent from work. I don't bother to call them. Cut, the situation is going well. Idiots who can't tell, love will come or not!"

"However... Are you called Qiao Lunuo or Fang Nuolu? Anyway, you have performed well, and your loyalty is commendable! If you keep working hard, I might ask Zuo Wu to be promoted to your official position!"

Fang Nuolu was stunned, lowering his head to hide his expression.

He knew that his persistence was only due to the sudden loss of contact with the regime, but if he gave up at this moment, his long-term efforts to betray the country would be in vain, and he was extremely unwilling.

Even if he is like this, can he be regarded as a loyal minister and good general?Is the luck brought by the emperor reliable?
For a moment, Fang Nuolu became a little contradictory again; if luck is not reliable, it means that the regime may have fallen, but if it is too reliable, can his small plan of traitorous country still be carried out?

Thinking room.

But Dutzi was a little dissatisfied at first, and reached out to pat the bell in front of him: "Wait, you don't have anything to report in front of the interim prime minister?"

"Report? Oh, report," Fang Nuolu sighed. He already had a complete set of coping methods for taking his boss for granted:

"My work today is mainly focused on two points. One is to continue to confirm the current situation of the Imperial Union through various channels, and the other is to continue to maintain various exchanges with the Star Sea Alliance."

Duzi nodded, looking like a fart, but unfortunately his feet are not long enough to reach the table: "It's so vague, let's talk about it one by one."

"Yes, Prime Minister," Fang Nuolu stood up solemnly:

"There is still no news from the Imperial Alliance, no news at all; other regimes mostly choose to wait and see while strengthening their border defenses. I tried to persuade them to send reconnaissance teams into the country. Several regimes are interesting, but they have not made up their minds."

Blunt nodded, and opened his eyes wide again: "Wait, what if those scouts took away things that shouldn't be taken away?"

Fang Nuolu slandered him for wanting to do so, so he explained seriously:

"I believe that accurate information is more important than anything else. Now that we have lost contact with the mainland, the only resource we can use is the invaluable foreign exchange reserves. Sometimes we have to pay some necessary price..."

"Of course, I've also heard that His Majesty has a lot of money, but I just don't know if it can be used."

The so-called "internal money" refers to the inheritance and interest left by the pure-blooded humans in the Star Sea Alliance.

The alliance has already used the open treasury for them to choose to repay, but Zuo Wu and the others were only a few people at the beginning, and the things they could take away were limited, so they were so generous.

Now that Zuo Wu represents a political power, whether the alliance will still provide such assistance needs to be marked with a huge question mark.

At least blunt can't make a judgment. Speaking of the time when he was obsessed with playing with the crown, he vaguely remembered that Zuo Wu and the others went out to confirm this problem.

Is it for this?

thinking.

The bald AI turned his eyes away with some guilt, and coughed lightly: "Let's leave this topic first, what about the alliance? What are you and the alliance talking about?"

Fang Nuolu quietly raised his head, then lowered it again:
"The alliance's definition of the Imperial Alliance is still a bit confusing. Some departments have already regarded His Majesty as an orthodox leader, while some departments do not recognize the civil government of the Imperial Alliance. Perhaps it is because the time is too short and the coronation is too hasty... ..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Duzi narrowed his eyes as sensitively as a beast: "Are you complaining, or probing for something?"

"Don't dare, I just want to clarify the problem as soon as possible," Fang Nuolu clicked his tongue quietly, and continued: "I have already thought of a solution."

"To put it bluntly, I am the temporary prime minister, and I cannot cut off your head yet."

"Thank you, I can think of, there is only one way to solve this inconsistency—"

"It is to form the government-in-exile of the Imperial Alliance."

Dutzi sneered, his expression becoming more and more dangerous: "The government-in-exile?"

"Are you admitting that the Empire has fallen?"

(End of this chapter)