Basically, Mercury Lamp spent half an hour twisting and turning as if there were nails under her butt, until her artificial spirit finally wiped the inside of the keyhole clean. During this process, Liliana was pressed into the basket by me for half an hour to recite the colorful Mary Sue selections. Both of them had their own hell. The difference was that the former was deceived by her daily routine, while the latter deserved it.
"Bo … Boss …" Liliana poked her head out of the basket and looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I can't recite it anymore. I want to eat later …"
I casually lifted the little girl who was shorter than Pandora out of the basket and threw her in front of Mercury Lamp. "Hurry up and apologize."
Liliana hesitated for a moment. She turned her head to look at the basket and then at me. It seemed that the life in the basket was even more miserable. She obediently bowed in front of Mercury Lamp and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have squeezed the shampoo into your keyhole."
Mercury Lamp, who was commanding her artificial elf to clean the keyhole, hummed comfortably. She responded with an 'oh' in response, and then the two little girls, whose ages were older than the industrial revolution, locked gazes with each other. A few seconds later, sparks flew everywhere again.
"Hehe, they have a good relationship." The older sister covered her mouth and chuckled. She had a happy smile on her face.
I looked at the older sister suspiciously and asked, "Why do you think they have a good relationship? Every time they meet, it's like Obama meets Osama bin Laden. "
The older sister raised a finger and shook it. "Mercury Lamp never listens to people other than her family. Liliana never plays pranks on strangers. Based on that child's personality, she only plays jokes on her family that aren't fatal. "
I broke into a cold sweat. In other words, Liliana has two attitudes when facing outsiders. Either she pretends to be friendly or she kills without hesitation?
Perhaps the older sister saw things more clearly than me, especially when it came to this kind of child with a twisted personality who lacked love. I didn't see the slightest resemblance between Liliana and Mercury Lamp. After the older sister's explanation, I actually felt that it might be the case. Thinking about it, with their bad tempers, if they were really hostile to each other, they would have fought each other to the death. Why would they fight like normal every day? Every three to five days, Mercury Lamp would be tormented by Lina. Although Mercury Lamp's brain wasn't as bright as Lina's, it wasn't that she didn't think it was fun. On the other hand, Lina would receive a beating every three days for bullying Mercury Lamp (sometimes by me, sometimes by Mercury Lamp, and sometimes by the whole family). She still enjoyed it to this day. If it wasn't for the fact that she had opened up a strange path like Elson, then the only reason was that she was happy to do it.
When I thought of this, I immediately felt refreshed. The world seemed to have a different color to it, and the matter between the two troublesome brats next to me was no longer a problem. I turned my head to look. Mercury Lamp and Liliana were ready to fight again. But this time, I watched with a happy mood. So, before the two girls started fighting, I felt creeped out by my gaze. In the end, they held hands and hid in the corner of the sofa, whispering to each other. As they whispered, they stole glances at me. Their gazes were … Forget it, I'm too embarrassed to say it.
Traveling to another world every few days had made our family develop an unprecedented resistance to drugs (or should I call it resistance?). So, even though we had just experienced such a big thing, the next day, our family quickly returned to their respective tracks and continued with their daily activities, looking completely carefree on the surface. Of course, during this process, we would not neglect our proper business. Sandora was supervising the construction of a new deep submersible ship, while my sister was assisting Alleria and Tawil in a joint mysticism research project: researching how to transform the power of curses into mass production equipment that could be used by individual soldiers. Lin Xue would come to our house every day as punctually as if she was checking in. She would also tell us about the future interference lines that she had just seen and could be used, secretly expanding the advantages of the New Empire in the final victory in the future.
As for Pandora and Visca, they spent half of their time in the command center. The Sixth Fleet had already engaged in many short firefights with the enemy in the border regions of the Fallen Apostles. Although the scale of the battle was not large, the frequency and scope of the skirmishes were unprecedented. After a series of military operations, the Sixth Fleet had roughly grasped the situation of the border worlds of the Fallen Apostles. They were prepared to carry out a real attack before leaving. And the two sisters, Pandora and Visca, threw themselves into this righteous cause with unparalleled enthusiasm. Every day, the first thing they did after returning from the command center was to gather together to discuss the battle plan. But unfortunately, I think that all the battle plans that these two little lunatics came up with were roughly the same, roughly divided into three stages: the first stage, the general's fleet would rush up and beat the sh * t up; the second stage, the main fleet would follow up and beat the sh * t up; the third stage, the general's fleet and the main fleet would converge and beat the sh * t up together.
The two of them could study such a battle plan for half a day. It seemed that Pandora's external thinking circuit really had an irreplaceable existence value, and Visca lacked such a thinking circuit. No wonder the entire fleet was wiped out every few days. That crazy Chen AI's brain was not as good as Visca's.
For the past two days, Liliana seemed to be very busy, but she was not busy with the preaching of the Goddess of Life. Instead, she was busy instilling all kinds of strange knowledge into the little crow, such as "Self-cultivation of God", "On Why Some People Don't Believe in You", "On How to Make People Believe in You", "On How to Make People Believe in You", "On How to Make People Believe in You", "On How to Make People Believe in You", "On How to Make People Believe in You", "On How to Make People Believe in You If They Still Don't Believe in You", "The Decisive Apocalypse", and so on. The fake Liliana Archbishop seemed to be completely immersed in the fun of deceiving people. What made people feel helpless was that the little crow was actually quite interested in such nonsense. She held a small notebook and followed behind "Sister Liliana" all day long, even though she could not write. I wanted to pull Little Crow out of Liliana's clutches, but Icetis told us that Liliana's lessons were still useful. It was just that there was a problem with the timetable. Considering that we could not find a second person to teach Little Crow how to be a God, we could only let Liliana teach her.
Of course, every day after Liliana's lessons ended, it was necessary for me or my sister to remodel Little Crow's worldview. That silly bird was very obedient. Compared to Liliana's nagging, she was more obedient to my sister and me. This was the only thing that was worth celebrating.
As for me, my main focus was on the placement of the 5th Fleet.
Cocokina and his fleet had already received the first round of emergency repairs at the giant spaceport of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community. They should be thankful for the unique technology of the Civilization Community and the community system that included thousands of life forms (the latter gave the engineers of the Civilization Community a huge advantage when it came to repairing all kinds of life-sustaining equipment). This allowed their largest colony ships, which were on the verge of going down, to operate for about a month after the repairs. This month just happened to give the New Eden Federation more buffer time, allowing the latter to carry out deeper modifications on more of the Federation's giant ships to meet the needs of the 5th Fleet. The colony ships of the New Eden Federation had been abandoned for nearly two years before this. They were left behind after the Kepru evacuation. After the two races of humans and Proteus re-established their homes on the planet, the giant ships that were once used as space shelters had been parked in the depths of their galaxy as monuments. In Renault's words, they never thought that these monuments would come in handy again.
I felt that in some ways, the experience of the people of the New Eden Federation and the 5th Fleet was somewhat similar. The former also experienced a thrilling escape, and after that, they went through the most difficult time in their history as space shelters and home reconstruction. Although the escape of the Federation was almost like the blink of an eye compared to the bitter journey of the 5th Fleet, the final result was that the New Eden Federation was the only one among the many vassal races of the Empire that had experience in building colony ships and space shelters. Although the Civilization Community was somewhat similar to the 5th Fleet in terms of racial composition and technological structure, the former did not have the technology to build colony ships at all.
In my plan, the Civilization Community and the New Eden Federation, together with the Empire, would bear the heavy responsibility of supporting the 5th Fleet, and even the entire group of refugees. Just like how the Empire publicly intervened in the rescue operation of the 5th Fleet, they also had to do so in a high-profile manner. I had already planned for the other vassal races to participate in this process as well: the Azeroth Salvation Army, the Verdis Army, the Church's troops, and the dozens of other subordinate armies that had been brought under the control of the Military Department (they were the newly promoted Macro World Miscellaneous Army that had come into contact with the Empire over the years, and had come into contact with the Empire over the years, and were newly promoted due to their latent power … Well, actually, all subordinate armies were miscellaneous armies, but these smaller armies were even more miscellaneous). They would all be more or less involved in assisting the refugees. Soon, the insignia of the Empire and the symbols of the various brotherly worlds would continuously flow into the distribution center of Kailudak, and be further distributed to the refugees.
These plans were all of my own, but they were definitely not ideas that came to me on a whim. Sandora was puzzled at first, because my plans more or less did not conform to the results of the discussions with the Council that day, and in Sandora's eyes, my plans were filled with useless details, and would 'waste' about ten percent of the resources when the various subordinate armies worked together. This was something that the Empire could easily solve on its own, but it would have to be delegated to dozens of vassal worlds, which was a form of waste. But I had my own considerations.
As was clear from the start, the Empire's aid to the refugees was actually a small matter. With the current strength of the New Empire, it was a piece of cake for all the refugees to eat and live in good conditions. The entire aid itself was symbolic and political, far greater than its material significance. Even though I was not very interested in politics, I still knew the words' winning people over '. So from the start, our goal wasn't how to save as much money as possible in the process of aid, but how to turn the relationship between the refugees and the Empire as much as possible in this rare aid opportunity.
So, it didn't matter even if I had to invest a little more resources for this: I firmly believed that it would be worth it.
What I wanted to create, or to be more direct, 'show' to the refugees was not only the friendly side of the New Empire, I also wanted them to see the current state of the vassal races of the Empire, and let them know why the servant armies of the Empire always referred to their comrades' homeland as the 'World of Brothers'. I wanted them to directly come into contact with the Empire's vassal races who fought side by side like brothers and supported each other, and … slowly let their citizens subconsciously place themselves among these vassal races.
The power of imperceptible influence was terrifying, especially the imperceptible influence of the entire population.
I knew very well that tens of thousands of years of exile and the brainwashing of hostile education from young could create deep stereotypes. So, no matter how hard the Empire tried, there was a limit to how much they could turn the relationship between the two sides in a single aid mission. But compared to the Empire itself, the hatred between the Empire's vassal races and the refugees was almost zero. If they used this aid mission to build a good relationship with the other vassal races, it would undoubtedly have a beneficial effect on their future development, and it would be an extremely long-lasting beneficial effect: they would not just accept this one aid mission, and their contact with several vassal races would not be limited to just this one time. If I wanted to let the refugees understand the current Empire, one of the best ways was to let them understand the environment under the Empire's rule.
So, the entire plan changed from sending charcoal in the snow to forming a group to send charcoal in the snow …
After hearing my follow-up thoughts, Shadora naturally didn't have any objections. She even expressed great support and surprise. In her words, she said that she didn't expect that a person who treated eating and waiting to die as his life's dogma would have such a shrewd and scheming side. For the time being, I took that as a compliment to herself. And Lin Xue's evaluation of this was even more impressive: she insisted that I had spent too much time with Liliana, and my worldview had been polluted to some extent, and now I had learned to play dirty …
Tsk. How could the Five Virtues Young Men, who had formed a group to send charcoal in the snow to warm people's hearts, promote positive energy, promote social civilization, promote the construction of the spirit, and promote the harmonious new style of the Imperium to establish and improve the humanistic care system of the Imperium?
It was the end of another messy day of work. My mind was mostly filled with reports regarding the exiles, as well as reports from the Sixth Fleet and the border regions of the empire. Just like every day at this time, I needed to lie on the balcony and photosynthesize for half an hour in order to cool down my mind. Sandora had yet to return from the headquarters. She was always busier than me, but I reckoned that she would definitely appear before mealtime. The always noisy Shallow Shallow and Lin Xue were nowhere to be seen. I had no idea where they went to play. The only one accompanying me was Icetis. This female hooligan seemed to have nothing to do every day. Even though she claimed to be a good God who was diligent and loved the people, I could see that she spent most of her time wandering around, or going out to buy things, or robbing people.
I really didn't know how she managed her world. Even Jingle and the other four spent more time reading reports than her.
"What a leisurely day, isn't it?" Icetis leaned on the chair and placed her stocking-covered legs on the balcony railing. The silver-white metal ornaments on her boots sparkled under the setting sun. It could be said that she didn't have the slightest bit of restraint that a girl should have. "Your place is the quietest."
"You're the only one who's quietest, right?" I had to exert a lot of determination to avoid being distracted by this female hooligan. Her figure was too good, and I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but she had no scruples in front of me. "Our whole family is going crazy with work."
As soon as I said that, I heard a burst of bright laughter from the living room. Lin Xue and Shallow Shallow had returned. From the sounds of it, they seemed to have just gone shopping. They should be distributing gifts to the children now.
The commotion in the living room was huge. A bunch of people were fooling around without any psychological pressure. It was as though the Empire was at peace.
"… Say, under such great pressure, how can our family still be so carefree?" I asked the question that had been bothering me for a long time. Even though I usually fooled around with Shallow Shallow and the others, I really couldn't understand this phenomenon.
"It's simple. This means that you are naturally able to adapt to any changes in the situation. This is a good thing, especially when you have lived beyond the lifespan of mortals and truly begin your own immortal life. You will then realize how important it is to be carefree." Icetis rubbed herself on the chair to find a more comfortable position. In the end, half of her body was almost hanging in the air. "Being carefree is a necessary quality for immortals. Because you have endless time to experience endless things, if your state of mind is always anxious, angry, or depressed because of external things, you will go crazy in no time. Thus, you must learn to make your heart more stable than anything else. In the end, even when facing the end of the world, you can still smile and save the world with a smile on your face. Then, you will have achieved great success. Rich emotions, especially negative emotions, are an advantage for mortals, but a fatal disease for immortals. A person who often falls into a state of negative emotions or depression does not have the right to live forever. "
She could always use the most infuriating attitude to speak of seemingly philosophical and bizarre theories in the most unreliable state. Perhaps this was one of Icetis's major characteristics. I looked at the female gangster beside me in surprise. "Your argument is very interesting."
"Speaking from experience, I have created 4,365 intelligent species and even more worlds. Ninety percent of them went extinct after evolution. In fact, one-fifth of them were personally killed by me. You know, birth and death are inevitable experiences in evolution, and the immortality of gods is almost impossible to replicate. If you don't learn to be carefree, how can you be an eternal guardian? " Icetis twisted for a long time before turning around to look at my face. "Just remember, don't screw up."
I thought for a while, but I really couldn't find an argument to refute her. Because the amount of time she lived was really … Err, alright, let's not talk about this. However, there was still something I didn't understand. "According to what you said, only heartless people can live forever. Then how do you explain the Shiring Apostles? They were all so serious. Most of the Empire's soldiers were just like the people in Hong Kong comics who could be easily changed into black and white. Were they heartless as well? "
This time, Icetis really thought about it seriously. Then, she told me, "Actually … as early as tens of millions of years ago, the Shiring Apostles were recognized as the most heartless race in the entire void … Because they only had the thought of 'war'. Isn't that heartless enough?"
I was speechless.
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