Chapter 15
The terminal translated "Good day" into the text, which was Hai Xinna's most common way of greeting. He Xile had heard the guards say this before, so he followed suit, but he didn't expect to be criticized by His Majesty for it.
But it's not a big problem.
His Majesty is in a bad mood today, so just stroke his fur.
Everyone has bad days from time to time, and when something doesn't sit well with them, it's inevitable that they'll speak without restraint. He Xile was living under someone else's roof, and compared to what he'd gotten, he didn't think it was a big deal just to be criticized.
He Xile then said frankly, "If you don't like it, I can try a different way of greeting you next time."
Wen Jiyu's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at He Xile darkly.
He Xile was not afraid.
He thought to himself, "Your Majesty's eyes are truly beautiful. In the sunlight, they look like rubies. If his aura weren't so terrifying, and if his face didn't have those black, scaly lines, just his eyes, they'd look just like a bunny. On Earth, only characters in anime could have eyes this beautiful."
He Xile was somewhat distressed to see His Majesty remain silent. He said frankly, "However, our Blue Planet's greetings aren't very diverse. I wonder if the terminal will be able to translate them accurately."
I mean, don't get your hopes up too much.
Wen Jiyu still said nothing.
He looked He Xile up and down with those eyes that the people of Haixinna thought were bloodthirsty and cold-hearted. After a while, he snorted from his nose as a reply.
When he turned to leave, the end of his cloak twirled into a beautiful angle.
The chef lowered his eyebrows and walked over to remind him, "Sir, your food."
He Xile turned around immediately, his eyes shining: "Thank you."
He climbed onto the chair nimbly and swung his dangling legs happily.
It’s time to eat something delicious.
On the side, the guard originally wanted to comfort He Xile, but seeing that He Xile was very carefree and had already started to enjoy the food with hearty meals, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that he was not affected at all.
He exchanged glances with the chef beside him.
Although their expressions did not change, the way they looked at He Xile became more gentle.
Midway through a meal.
"Your Excellency." The guard said suddenly.
He Xile had just filled his mouth with food: "Hmm?"
He looked up in confusion.
The guard glanced at the terminal in his hand and said, "The latest news about His Majesty has been updated on the Starnet." He paused, a hint of helplessness in his tone, "The reason His Majesty is in a bad mood today may be because... he has been reported."
He Xile: “?”
report?
What to report?
The guard explained in a low voice: "Reporting your abuse."
He Xile: “???”
He Xile was stunned.
——As the person involved, how could he not know that he was being abused?
Frowning, He Xile put down the cutlery in his hand.
The guard explained, "Your Excellency, there's no need to worry. This has nothing to do with you, and it's certainly not your fault. In fact, reports like this were quite common in the past few years. Your Majesty was reported thirteen or fourteen times per month. On one of the most popular days, within just twenty hours, Your Majesty received a full fifty-two anonymous reports... However, in recent years, the Supervisory Commission has tightened its oversight of Your Majesty, and because those reports were never successful, these useless reports have decreased significantly."
Good job.
Fifty-two reports in less than a day?
He Xile's eyes widened.
He asked curiously, "Why was Your Majesty reported before?"
"He abused his subordinates." The guard told the truth.
He Xile felt a little puzzled.
Let’s not talk about whether Your Majesty actually did such a thing, let’s talk about the rules.
Although he had only lived in the palace for a few days, He Xile had already learned many of the rules. The first and foremost of these was that no one, no matter who, was allowed to reveal anything that happened inside the palace. This was similar to how many people on Earth were forbidden from sharing their chat logs at work.
Once violated, everyone will be held accountable.
Those outsiders don’t know what happened in the palace, so why would His Majesty be reported?
so……
Is it a blind sniper???
With the idea of giving it a try, I reported it first. What if it succeeds?
Ah, this.
He Xile had a complicated expression.
He roughly figured it out.
——Because there were basically no changes in the palace before, and His Majesty did not do these things, reporting was useless, so gradually, fewer people reported.
But recently, He Xile came, and those people became restless again. They used He Xile as an excuse to report and send it to Your Majesty?
"I'm telling you this mainly because, once Your Majesty is reported, someone from the Supervisory Committee will come to conduct a detailed investigation..." the guard whispered. "If you encounter someone from the Supervisory Committee in the future, please explain the situation truthfully."
He Xile nodded immediately: "Don't worry."
The guard nodded: "Thank you for your help."
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After dinner, before He Xile had time to return to his room and log into the Star Network, Maggie's message had already arrived.
Margery: "Dear Mr. He Xile, are you free now? I have drafted the contract and would like you to review it. If there are no problems, we can sign it."
He Xile: "Okay, I'm online now."
Because it was a private matter, He Xile still did not start the live broadcast.
He logged into the Star Network, linked to Margery's coordinates, and the two met soon.
"Please take a look. If you have any questions about any clause, we will revise it."
Ma Jieli placed the contract in front of He Xile, his eyes eager. "Oh, right, this is a virtual contract on Starnet, but it also has legal effect. After signing, if you need it, you can download and print a paper version directly from Starnet. However, paper versions are rarely used these days."
He Xile understood.
Electronic contract.
He picked up the thin sheets of paper in front of him and looked at them carefully.
The two had discussed the contract issue before. The few clauses added later were all restrictions on Majie. After reading them and thinking about them, He Xile felt that there seemed to be nothing missing. There were even one or two additional clauses that He Xile had not thought of before.
He was young and inexperienced, and his two years of experience in the hospital had given him a natural trust in the people around him. His sixth sense told him that Margery, who was sitting opposite him, would not do anything to the contract.
"Then let's do it this way."
He Xile said.
Margery: "Okay, okay."
They each signed their name on it.
Margery looked at the freshly-made contract and was about to shed tears.
He thought of something, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the contract. Suddenly, Margery stood up and stood aside. He gazed at He Xile gently, then knelt on one knee, willingly making a gesture of allegiance. "Thank you so much."
He Xile hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay."
He tried to help Margery up, but he couldn't.
He Xile: “…”
15551.
The gap in strength between him and the people on Haixinna is too big!
He Xile was depressed.
No wonder when he just woke up, a group of guards surrounded him, all holding weapons, and never let their guard down. But when they arrived at the hospital and underwent examination, they learned that his physical strength value was E and his combat strength value was only F, so they immediately withdrew half of their troops.
As for the remaining half...
Obviously, they were not trying to guard against He Xile, but to block the citizens who came to watch the humans.
hateful!
After the two exchanged a few more words, Margery took the contract and left.
He Xile sat alone in the store and slowly finished the remaining dessert.
He thought to himself that this authorization was actually obtained by Margery himself.
When He Xile met him before, Maggie had already paid the fine for the mistake he had made. Logically, he could have ignored He Xile, but he still apologized sincerely and promised not to make the same mistake again.
Moreover, if He Xile had not mentioned it, he would not have mentioned his daughter's situation at all, morally blackmailing He Xile.
He Xile felt that people with this kind of personality would not be bad people. Although the other party might go astray for a while, as long as they were slightly corrected, they would immediately come to their senses.
So, Margery deserves a better future.
He Xile spent the whole morning reading in the Star Network library.
While reading modern history, he happened to come across content about the current Majesty and immediately became interested.
In the 3D screen of the terminal.
Wen Ji and His Majesty were both dressed in armor. His expression was stern as he gazed at the dark mass of insects swarming in from the distance, like a swarm of locusts. Back then, His Majesty looked even more immature than he does now, and his aura wasn't as intimidating. The black lines on his face had transformed into tiny scales, emitting a cold glow.
Without saying a word, he went straight into the cockpit of the mecha.
Then, the camera zooms out.
Only then did He Xile see that there were countless mechas behind His Majesty.
Wen Ji and the mechas controlled by His Majesty served as the vanguard, bearing the brunt of the attack and advancing towards the Zerg with unstoppable force.
Endless Zergs covered the sky, and wherever they went, it was like dark night.
Their flying speed was also very fast, and they enveloped the mecha almost instantly. However, unlike the mecha battles He Xile had seen before, the mechas driven by Wen Ji and His Majesty moved very quickly. In close combat, with a few smooth movements, they chopped apart all the Zergs surrounding him. After the distance between the two sides was widened, several brilliant laser cannons were fired, and the Zergs that were hit instantly turned into a charred ball.
However, there were too many Zerg.
As soon as one part dies, another part will immediately take its place.
But even so, the mechas driven by Wen Ji and His Majesty were never inferior.
Compared with other fighters, the latter is a bit less impressive.
It is undeniable that Wen Ji and His Majesty's mechas are the most dazzling in the entire venue.
He Xile watched intently.
In the picture, the tall and mighty mecha fluttered like a fluttering butterfly or danced like a nimble elf. He Xile felt like he was watching a gorgeous performance.
He even impulsively wanted to stand up and cheer for all the soldiers.
Sudden--
"Warning! Cardiac arrhythmia detected, forcibly logged off."
He Xile: “Ahhhh——”
No!
He Xile wanted to finish watching the rest of the video, but his attempt to grab the screen was futile and useless.
His vision went dark, and when it became clear again, He Xile looked at the study in front of him and kicked his legs in frustration.
Impotent rage!
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