Chapter 513

In the middle of the room is a huge, patterned wooden table, which is also large enough to put 12 chairs on the side.

The desktop was polished almost flawless by the machine servant, smooth and bright, projecting the light red reflection of the lumen lampstand hanging above the upper area of the hall vault above your head.

Only one stain remained on the table, a tiny, imperceptible dent.

No matter how many times craftsmen and guild craftsmen studied it and cast it with the best grade resin or recovery compound supplied from precision injection tube, this defect has never been completely erased - it has been permanently attached to the texture of mahogany.

Cleopatra had long been indifferent to it, although for years the great judge had found his eyes often fixed on it - every time that countless tired nights, parliamentary meetings continued until the most insignificant.

Only twelve members of the high Lord's parliament can sit in the front seat, and other junior officials have to hide in the shadow or sit down at the root of the wall.

There is no doubt that it is a great room with complete equipment and good atmosphere. Opening the window shutters can give the room a good exterior view - overlooking the roof of the palace and the ring gate, you can see the armed forces on both sides of the world.

Cleopatra Lars thinks this is a good choice for research or as a private office.

However, this is hardly a place that can be considered to manage the Empire. It can only be hidden behind the scenes. It is only suitable for conspiracy and behind the scenes transactions. This is not a place where a power heart should be.

Cleopatra was the last to come in, and his presence was solemnly recorded by the recorder.

After all the high lords were seated, he first nodded to the Minister of justice, avilisha drachma, who was his only real ally among the twelve high Lords.

It's not quiet here. In fact, the atmosphere is quite harmonious. Everyone is talking to the people around him, while some people are laughing. The assassin's court mentor fadix is the only person who hasn't talked to anyone. He is always silent.

The assassin's cheekbones are very sharp, his steel gray hair is very short, and he has an uncomfortable temperament, so no one wants to provoke him.

But Cleopatra actually liked faddix. He believed that the assassin's court had the function of almost autonomy, because from the spiritual level, it played the same security role as the trial court.

He also often met with faddix and other assassins in private.

Of course, it is to discuss operational techniques, detection methods and share inter agency intelligence.

These are all part of giving and taking.

In the second seat on Cleopatra's right was Marshal Moore a. shalil, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Star Army. He was a disabled veteran with outstanding achievements, but he didn't look old. He seemed to be only 50 or 60 years old.

The fat MEDA Perez was a red faced man with a loud voice. He was a admiral of the Imperial Navy. His fat body was wrapped in an ocean blue uniform with silver thread.

It took him a while to sit down and talk to the interior minister, Violetta roskafler, about a puzzling scandal.

Violetta roskafler seemed to be listening attentively, but Cleopatra guessed that he wasn't very interested in the Admiral's gossip and didn't even bother to think about it.

The Ministry of the interior is the largest bureaucracy in the Empire and governs countless imperial administrative officials. Although Oleta roskafler is here, it is estimated that his mind has already flown a billion light-years away and is processing countless administrative data.

It was these constant work that kept Tara's huge nest in order, but the director general of the Ministry of the interior became one of the top lords with the shortest average life expectancy. Even many life extension operations could not change this situation.

At the other end of the table, wood udia Laski, the foundry General of the mechanical deity

He is talking to the Pope EOS ritra and the navigator's representative kadak Mir.

Of course, wood udia Laski is another person who has been transformed. Her transformation is independent and began when she was young. Over the years, she has become a bloated and huge machine, so that she is the only high Lord who can't sit down.

Cleopatra watched with great interest the actions and movements of the casting general, and wondered whether the soul in the body was the casting general himself, or was it just a controlled puppet?

In his professional instinct, he suddenly thought that these mechanists were difficult to kill, and the navigator was also non-human, but at least he looked physically fragile and vulnerable.

The servants of the strange star torch hall are led by Lucius Slade, the head of the star torch hall, in the high Lord's Council

As representatives, the method of dealing with human beings still applies to them.

But the star Whisperer should be a different matter.

Zlata Ashe krapias, the star Whisperer manager, is a typical example of their vicious and unpleasant.

There is no doubt that the most prominent person in the field is tremas ramsana Karen, the spokesman of the merchant ronin, a luxurious woman with an almost dramatic appearance.

Many people think her role is the most insignificant. On the other hand, the merchant ronin fleet accounts for almost 90% of the Empire's interstellar navigation ability. In times of crisis, she has even greater power than the admiral.

As in the past, the commander of the forbidden army was not present - their seats in the high lords were more symbolic. They were far away from politics and even from the Empire. Especially after forty-one thousand years, no one saw them leave the Forbidden Palace of Tara.

Ding Ding!

Suddenly, the bell rang and the delegates returned to their positions, even the most powerful among them.

The little angel and the tape recorder began to hum, as if it were a big bird cage.

Lord kiliman (a title similar to Caesar) entered the overcrowded room, sat down and bowed to eleven senior colleagues.

Lucius Slade, the director of the star torch house, was a seemingly unimportant figure, but he had the friendship of the six high lords at the meeting, which made him the chief position.

His hair was shaved, and the huge old scar extending from his scalp to his neck was very obvious. He was wearing a Woven Robe with the style of a lost people in gutera.

He was not the first human to hold this honor, but like his predecessors, whether mortal or Superman, he also used the official honorary title of his official position - kiriman of makulag.

Lucius Slade looked around the room. His left eye was milky white, glittering under the long scar, and finally landed on the interior minister Oleta roskafler.

"Please keep order now."

Oleta roskafler nodded and started the calculus recorder lying on the table in front of him.

Soon, the thing began to tremble, typing on the ingot buttons on both sides of what looked like a big mouth with wings.

"With the blessing of the emperor, ladies and gentlemen, the meeting of the twelve Lords is now convened."

Lucius Slade opened the data board in front of him. Today's agenda items were displayed on it. He read the first one according to the book.

"- on some problems arising in the new badaab war and some deviant acts of astatic orders such as star knights and mourners."