My Empire

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From birth, there are a lot of people with silver nuesons, such as the Emperor Parak Straham.

Even the emperor of an empire is already very rich in the world's weakest era.

He lived in a luxurious palace since child, and he trained the aristocratic etiquette by the court etiquette. Every time he went to his throne every day, he made many people carefully analyzed.

Even if he ended, he surrendered, became a king of a dead country, and the quality of life has never been affected under the blessing of the Emperor Empire.

He still has a title, still a drunken old aristocrat, surrendering many of the property to retain, and expanded the bonus in the Allah Hill Empire, and even make him more rich than the past.

He has not had any of the reorder ideas, and the ideal has always been to be a rich family, and the old man is committed to keeping his own property, looking at them slowly increase.

However, recently, this old aristocrat finally came out of the mountain. After all, he has managed an empire of an empire, and the Expansion of the Allah Hill Empire is too fast, and it is lacking this talent with management experience.

After being pulled up from the bed, in the training course, he was arranging a new year's modern management knowledge, he was arranged on a colonial planet, responsible for managing the livelihood affairs there.

This is definitely a boring, and it is depressed. Because of the most beginning, his poor past emperor, the civil society, and a villager.

No way, with him to arrive in the second batch of immigrants called Mila's planet, add the first batch, and only 130 people.

Most of the work is completed by the Pioneer Robots, and the 130 people have implemented high-end tasks such as investigation and experiments in addition to the management commander.

Therefore, the majority of these people are also managed, and they can't do it. Even, for the entire immigration plan, he is just a stupid of a registry.

Life has become a bit bit in an instant, and Parak Stram is of course not well adapted. But he didn't dare, because he always remember that he is a king of a dead country, is a "shake M" that cannot be exposed to any dissatisfaction.

He even looked at anyone around him like an imperial exploration, he was monitoring his one by one. If he is slightly dissatisfied, it may be sent back to the Elan Hill Empire Security Bureau, and then tied to the electric chair and enjoy the abundance of nuclear fusion generation.

So, in the unforgettable exiled time, he was cautious, and the old man was tried in the wasteland. Looking at the robot to build a city, looked at the robot to raise cattle and sheep, watching them to build this world It became a new countryside.

No way, compared with the prosperous cities of the Elan Hill Empire before, it is afraid of rapid development, but it is a poor countryside.

Of course, this year has become lively, and his civil society is also busy. There are about 100,000 people being immigrated to this planet, except for the development of land, there are also copper mines, tin mines, and some other messy minerals.

Anyway, there is no discovery of oil or radioactive substances, and how can it become a resource planet, so it is only a rural area, a $ 100,000 planet village.

Plug a briefcase, Palak Stram hub, step on the stairs of the city hall, there is a meteor in the sky, which is to transport a variety of machines to this world. .

Because there is no expensive mineral, there is no signs of aborigines and life, so this new world that is reforming by the tree of the world is not eligible to be included in the port network.

From this perspective, here is a small place that is not passing, never develop ... backward place!

The Allah Hill Empire, which is crazy, every planet,

"Good morning! Miss Angel!" At the front desk passing through the city hall, he was lazy greeting a female reception standing inside.

I heard that this female reception is also a nobleman, but the ancestors have not fallen. When she is a generation, there may be a head of the head.

However, the nobleman is a nobleman, how much she is studying two days, at least a state of literacy. So she applied for the civil servant of the Allah Hill Empire ...

This is actually a tragedy, she was admitted, and then she was stuffed into the spacecraft, and the air investment here.

Who can think of the Lan Hill Empire lack management talent has lacking the state of almost no rejection? Who can think of it, just check the option to be assigned as long as it is applying, it is already a state that is enrolled to be assigned.

Who can think of it, in such a newly developed 100,000 people's renovation planet, it is actually such a poor acid pattern.

"Early ..." Miss, and Miss, Miss Angel, looked back, and returned to this. She knows that Parack that walks into their own office is not to see her old woman, so I am too lazy to hook up.

Parak Stram walked into their own office as usual, and closed the door and took off the coat and hung on the hanger on the side of the door.

Then, wait for him to go, want to follow his habits, throw the briefcase on the computer, intend to start boring work, he is inserted on his desk. The weapon is shocked.

"This death! What is this ghost!" He took a step behind him, because he saw, a quirky black long sword with slight traces, inserted his desk.

Anyway, the priest is on the weird pattern, and there is no longer special sharp, but it can still be fraudulent before it looks out, the sword blade of the front of it has been seen many weapons. Tram knows that his eyes are a long sword, not something such as a cross.

"An ..." He is consciously wants to call the Angela, Angela outside the corridor, but the sound has not yet all the throat, and he is swallowed.

The doors and windows in the office are intact, and there are no signs of the people ... he is just a civilian official, even if this planet really assassinated or terrorist attacks, then this sword should appear on the upstairs Turning in the office of the administration.

He swallowed a spit, slowly walked over, ghosts got the gods, as if not called something, to the long sword of the white gas, reached out.