Chapter 417:

Chapter 417

The adjutant watched several people leave before finally being able to move, and the whole person was limp on the ground.

Until the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the open office door, the adjutant hurried in and found the marshal fainted on the ground. He was about to notify the main control brain, but was pressed by the old marshal who suddenly opened his eyes. live.

"Need not!"

"Marshal, how are you?"

"I'm fine."

"But…"

"There is no need to alarm the main control brain."

The adjutant was really loyal to the old marshal, so he had to hold back when he heard the words.

"Are you saying that I really did something wrong? I clearly hope that the empire will continue to be better. I tried my best to balance the contradictions of all parties, but let the empire come to this point." The old marshal instantly aged a lot, like a helpless old man.

"It's the Guardian Duke who doesn't respect you." The adjutant's eyes turned red with anger, and he said bitterly, "It's too much, they are the moths of the empire."

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the old marshal, "Who instilled such thoughts in you?"

"Ah?" The adjutant looked puzzled, "Am I wrong? It is clear that protecting the duke is the most unstable factor in the empire. They occupy the greatest resource benefits of the empire, but they don't want to contribute to the empire. Arrogant and domineering, oppressing the royal family, creating conflicts, and attempting to split the empire."

"ah…"

The old marshal sighed, finally realizing that he was completely wrong.

He couldn't even manage the people around him well, his thoughts were infiltrated into a sieve, but he still dreamed of unity and harmony.

How stupid.

"You get out!"

"But your body..."

"fine."

"yes."

After the adjutant went out, the old marshal opened his work terminal tremblingly, and issued the last instruction in his life, opening the gateway of the capital galaxy exclusive to the noble navigation route.

Forty-eight hours.

This time is enough for all the nobles trapped in the capital star to return to their fiefs.

Then the old marshal chose to commit suicide.

ended his own life.

This old man who worked hard all his life, was strict with himself, and devoted countless efforts to the safety and stability of the empire, finished his life.

He is like a solid rock, unafraid of wind and rain, supporting the sky of the Galactic Empire. When people don't understand him, he doesn't fall down.

When he was calculated, he laughed it off.

But when he found that the contradictions within the Galactic Empire had shaken the foundation of the country, he collapsed.

Contradictions between the nobles and the royal family, between the military and the cabinet, between the common people and the empire...

The disintegration of the Galactic Empire is inevitable.

Unless there is a powerful Mingjun, a strong marshal can turn the tide.

But he is not.

His grievances cannot be exchanged for the peace of the Galactic Empire.

…

"Commander, the old marshal has passed away."

Those who leave can only turn back halfway.

In Danfeng Bailu Palace, Joseph V has been emotionally agitated. He has endured for ten years, planned for ten years, and is about to succeed. How could he not be excited.

"Your Majesty."

"Huh? What happened?" At this moment, Joseph V least wanted any accidents.

The chief of the Royal Guard who came to report in person bowed respectfully and saluted, "The Marshal has passed away."

"How can it be?"

Joseph V stood up abruptly, eyes full of astonishment.

"Who assassinated? Who?" He roared angrily.

He managed to pick out a marshal who could convince the cabinet and nobles and be manipulated by him. How could he die?

(end of this chapter)