What happened to the terminal?
Why did he get notified of every trivial matter? What kind of crap design is this?
Wen Jiyu opened the terminal and was going to find someone from the design institute to let them cancel the function of the terminal directly—all day long it was vibrating, and there was no battle to fight, it was so annoying.
If not, it would be fine to cancel his alone.
But in the end, he stopped again and didn’t continue.
After a while, he casually chose another person and clicked on the video chat.
He didn’t wait long.
As soon as the terminal video was linked, before he had time to speak, he saw the black man knelt down.
The minister at the front bowed his head to the point where his forehead was almost touching the ground and greeted in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty..." Behind him, almost all of his family members were there. Some of the bold ones had a little sweat on their foreheads, while the timid ones were shaking like chaff as if they had some kind of illness.
The most normal of them were all children who had not reached adulthood yet. Their eyes were ignorant, and they were even a little excited to see His Majesty for the first time.
Wen Jiyu looked at it with great interest.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" He asked.
There was silence all around.
The minister wept and trembled. "I ...a Minister shouldn't have made a rash noise in the hall that day, trying to interrupt His Majesty from killing...killing..." He paused, originally wanting to use a more gentle word, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Killing innocent people indiscriminately." After he finished speaking, he raised his head, his eyes tinged with worry but continued, "But Your Majesty, you really can't go on like this. Before—"
Behind him came a few cries of grief, interrupting his words.
The minister also knew that Wen Jiyu was the most impatient when someone mentioned this.
In the end, he could only let out a long and slow sigh and bent down again, with his head lower than before. "Your Majesty, please punish me."
Behind him, everyone's faces were ashen.
It was over.
Everything was finished.
There was no impenetrable wall under the sky.
Since returning from the main hall that day, everyone has already learned from others that the minister made a noise when His Majesty cleared up the traitors, trying to intercede for others. Although it was unsuccessful, this behavior has already made everyone tremble with fear.
"Your Majesty has such a character...how can you speak out rashly?!"
"You will definitely be regarded as an accomplice! We will definitely! Even if we did nothing, we would definitely be killed! You all know His Majesty's character, he has always preferred to kill rather than spare a life!"
"We, our family, it's going to be over…”
“Woooo..."
The minister was equally distressed. "At that time, His Majesty killed people without asking why, but I know a few of them well enough to know how it was possible for a notoriously incorruptible person to give those things away for money. If you don’t speak out and I don’t speak out, His Majesty will get worse in the future. What should we do? They are the ones who died today, but can we… escape?!"
For a moment, everyone panicked.
Even though His Majesty never came looking for him these past two days, everyone firmly believed that it was only a matter of time.
When the time came, His Majesty would use his unique spiritual ability to strangle them all.
And today, it was like validating their ideas.
Finally, the communication terminal rang.
It was time for His Majesty's day of reckoning.
Gradually, most closed their eyes and quietly waited for death.
The mother and daughter, who have always been close to each other, snuggled together, clasping their hands tightly; the mother, who had just given birth to her baby, quietly took her baby into her arms and covered her eyes with her hands; the respected father reached out and patted his baby's head.
Everyone's mood gradually calmed down.
However, His Majesty at the other end of the terminal remained silent.
The old minister, in line with the principle of stretching and shrinking his head, could not help but raise his head. His eyes were red. He looked at His Majesty, who was watching a play in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I have made a mistake, but my children are innocent..."
"You are so selfish,” Wen Jiyu said suddenly.
Everyone was taken aback.
Um?
His Majesty said their father was selfish?
What did he mean?
Wen Jiyu said lightly, "I do not want to punish you. It's just that there's something wrong with the terminal. I thought you had a lot of people in your family, so I came to ask you. After becoming a guardian, will the terminal keep sending messages about the ward?" Furrowing his eyebrow, he raised his hand and showed one of the messages to the minister. "Why do all the messy things come to me?"
Everyone, "???"
Huh???
What the hell?
Didn't His Majesty come to inquire about the crime???
Then what happened to the question at the beginning?
Everyone was confused.
......Could it be that he was trying to trick them?
The minister at the front was also taken aback when he heard the words.
Faced with His Majesty's question, he subconsciously returned, "Yes. When I just had my first child, that is my eldest daughter, whenever she participated in something for the first time, it would be sent to my terminal. This is to allow parents to better record every first time of their children, which is a very commemorative event for both parties."
Speaking of this, the minister's face showed some nostalgia.
He was very old now, and the youngest of his children was over two hundred years old, so he could no longer receive the "first time" of delight.
Speaking of which, it has been a while since he went back to look at his children's records.
"Okay, got it."
Wen Jiyu hung up the communication terminal directly.
When His Majesty's image disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and some even collapsed to the ground.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling unreal as if they had survived a catastrophe.
That’s all?
"Dad." One of the middle-aged women walked over and helped the minister up.
She looked conflicted. "Go back to the house and rest."
However, the minister just sat on the ground.
He pulled up all the records on the terminal, looked at the neatly arranged messages on it, laughed, pointed to one of them, and said, "This is the first time you saw Zerg, do you remember?"
The woman said helplessly, "Don't bring up the embarrassing thing about peeing pants in fear at the time."
The old minister laughed.
Smiling and laughing, the two looked at each other, and both saw some warmth in each other's eyes.
How long had it been since they had spoken so intimately?
Inside the hall, Wen Jiyu leaned back on his seat somewhat lazily. "Prepare a gift and thank him for answering my questions."
“Yes."
The guard turned and went to choose a gift for the minister.
He was followed by a tail, a guard who had just come to work for His Majesty, and was still in his internship period, and wouldn’t be a full-time member until a year later.
The two men went out of the main hall one after the other. The intern was really curious and couldn't help but speed up his pace and asked, "Brother, as the Supreme King of the Empire, if His Majesty really finds these messages annoying, he can just go directly to the people at the Terminal Research Institute and say something, right? Why go to that minister instead and ask an irrelevant question?"
The guard didn't even bother to look back. "His Majesty has done it to let the minister relax."
Since the incident in the main hall, as long as His Majesty didn’t go to the minister, the minister would be in a state of panic all day long. And after today’s affair, that minister could finally have a good night's sleep. He no longer had to worry about when His Majesty would trouble him.
The intern looked confused as if he didn't understand.
The close guard whispered, "You'll find out after you've been with His Majesty for a long time.”
In the interstellar society, the problem of food and clothing for human beings was solved, and the spiritual world needed to be satisfied even more. In addition, he joined the well-run well-marketed live broadcasting platform, which was especially prosperous in the Empire, so the daily traffic was very large. But He Xile's current understanding of the entire universe and local customs was far from enough, and he hasn't even watched many live broadcasts.
More haste, less speed.
He Xile planned to make a transition during this period. Once he has adapted to this society, he would slowly reveal his human identity and officially start the live broadcast.
So He Xile didn't plan to decide on the direction of the live broadcast from the beginning, like those interstellar people.
He checked the attribute label as miscellaneous, chatting, and changed the name of the live broadcast room to “Daily.”
After choosing a virtual identity and a background for the live broadcast, He Xile appeared on Star Net Street with the previously set image. He just clicked to start the broadcast, and before he even got used to the live broadcast interface, the number of online viewers in the upper right corner suddenly changed from "0" to a small "1."
He Xile, "?"
He was startled.
No way?
He had just started his live broadcast room, and someone had already come?
So fast?
He Xile blinked, looked at the small camera that was circling around him, and pursed his lips nervously into a smile. He thought afterward that he was now an avatar, wearing a mask, and no matter what he did, the audience wouldn't see what kind of expression it was.
However, now he couldn't easily remove the mask.
"Hello," He Xile greeted.
But the little number "1" didn't respond to him.
He also didn't care too much.
He had watched live broadcasts on Earth before and knew that most viewers would choose to remain silent, and only a small percentage would respond to the anchor. This was a very normal situation.
What’s more, this “1” might be a robot, which came especially to guard the rookie anchor's place and to check whether any illegal content was involved.
Thinking of this, He Xile felt more at ease.
All morning, He Xile was in the free library of the Star Net, frantically gaining knowledge. He read almost everything and even went through the recent history of the Empire to have a certain understanding of the royal family.
When he was ready to go for lunch, he found that the upper right corner was still "1," and this number had not changed from beginning to end.
He Xile's live broadcast content was very boring. When he read a book, he was basically immersed in it and didn't speak at all. It seemed strange that this person was still here, right?
So it must be a robot!
So he said cheerfully, "Mr. Robot, bye! I'm going offline for lunch. See you in the afternoon!"
Wen Jiyu, who was still inside the hall, was dealing with official business. He then heard He Xile's voice, and he looked up at the private panel projected by the terminal not far away. Only he could see the private panel, and there was no sign of He Xile on it.
With a cold snort from his nasal cavity, the noble majesty thought to himself, Who wants to see you this afternoon?
Slamming the pen in his hand, Wen Ji got up.
“Let’s have a meal.”
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