A day at home usually starts like this: feel dazedly the sun is dazzling, and then habitually dodge to the side, and then the big box of the mercury lamp will slam on the bed with a bang, this little one who will never succeed The puppet kept waking me up in this way, and now it has become a habit. She would rise up and smash me at 6:30 in the morning when she was asleep. Then I opened my eyes and was in a daze. After three minutes, I knocked open the box next to me, took out the same confused mercury lamp, combed the little doll’s hair and checked her teeth while she was biting, and then went to the water room to brush her teeth and see if she can’t brush her teeth. Ding Dong ate toothpaste with cold water, and sometimes Little Bubbles would float out of places that no one expected to be hugged, and after serving a few little ancestors, he was basically fully awake, so he went downstairs to eat...
Daily life is so peaceful, there is no flames of war, no ear-piercing air defense sirens, no snowflakes of battle damage reports and casualty estimates. Soldiers who have left the battlefield are also extremely satisfied with this kind of life.
Of course, Pandora and Viska might be the exceptions. The two sisters were sitting on pins and needles every day, and their muzzles seemed to be suffocated if they didn't fire for 48 hours.
Today is the third day back home, and everything in daily life is back on track. It seems that the first month of being outside can’t change the incomparable living habits of the first family. After that, they are still unswervingly lying in their daily lives...
Of course, things left over from the previous world still have to be dealt with, such as the ancient ship wrecks looted from the battlefield, the weird world barriers in the ruined world, the fighting style and basic strength displayed by the fallen apostle fleet, and most of the repaired ships. Warsong, and a new round of test adjustments for the Vengeance Fleet... the work is never over, and now it seems that there is no end to it. The reports and applications that Sandora and I have to review every day seem endless. To be honest, this is completely contrary to my own doctrine of eating and waiting to die, but compared to fighting, reviewing similar things every day is already a good choice.
In fact, it is not troublesome to review those documents, because we have a group of assistants who are better than anyone else. I have already dealt with matters that require serious judgment and are of interest to you. All complicated matters can be handed over to a large number of think tanks or decision-makers for resolution, and finally, through the sorting out of Sivis, they will be sent to me and Sandora. It’s just a report of completed affairs or a large-scale armament plan that must be personally interrogated by the emperor. The former is the implementation of the established plan. Sandora and I only need to know about it. Only the latter requires serious approval. However, in most cases It is Sandora who is doing these things herself, and I have become a stamped "machine".
Of course, this is also the feeling I have now after getting a little familiar with the things I have to deal with every day. When I first came into contact with these things, I was really devastated. I agreed, but I didn't even know what I agreed to. If Sandora hadn't helped share almost all the work at that time, maybe I would have messed everything up a long time ago.
Even now, I am handling the daily affairs of these empires decently, and I am very clear that I am a layman at all. It is simply impossible for a fake house on the earth who spent the past twenty years to eat and die, and suddenly wants to manage an empire. Night story, so until now, the only people who are really responsible for these tasks are Sandora and the officers at all levels below. It took me three years to get familiar with these things, and now all I can do is find a place to stamp them …
I always feel a little guilty to hand over all the complicated work to Sandora, but Sandora herself doesn't care about such things. In her words, the territory of the New Empire is bigger than that of the Old Empire. The area is small, and she has to manage such a territory, and the workload is much easier than before. However, I think she still doesn't want me to have any psychological burden: managing a country that is waiting to be rebuilt and managing a country that is developing stably, The difference is obvious, and it would be a ghost if the job was as easy as she said it would be.
However, one of my biggest advantages as a person is self-knowledge. I am very clear about my own abilities. A layman leads an expert can only get more and more chaotic. Righteous Way—There is such a well-known saying in the empire: Even the emperor, don’t mess with the things on the test bench. On the Millennium Day she said...
"But to be honest, I think it would be better if I knew a little bit more about it."
I said to a certain rogue goddess who was using lotion to maintain her feathers next to her.
After breakfast, I basked in the sun on the balcony as usual, because there is usually nothing to deal with in the morning. I usually use this rest time to sleep back and chat with whoever wandered on the balcony. The one who came over was Bingtis. Because the weather was fine, Bingtis decided to bask in his wings. Besides the roof, the balcony is the most suitable place for drying wings at home. It is said that the summer sun has a good maintenance effect on feathers. I don’t know. real or fake.
When I was bored, I told Bingtis about my usual troubles, that is, I can't seem to help Sandora in managing the empire, and I don't know if this female hooligan is listening carefully, anyway She has been tossing her feathers since just now, and she has no intention of paying attention to me.
Oh, foreword retracted, this female hooligan listens - but she doesn't need to use a bear hug to indicate her existence in any case!
Bingtis threw the care solution into the portable space, and rushed over. I watched the pair of 36ds zoom in instantly, and then it was like being hit head-on by a meteorite, and the upper body "creaked!"
I almost squeezed out the stomach acid, do you believe it
"Ahem... I said, you are neither serious nor serious!"
I hurriedly pushed this jumping goddess aside. Although 36d is nephrite and warm, but you don’t think so if you add more than two tons of pressure to 36d. It’s hard to break free from Bingtis’ bear hug Afterwards, I immediately looked at this guy vigilantly, for fear that she would take me outside the stratosphere to take a photo with an artificial satellite on a whim: this guy can do it, as long as she wants to!
Bingtis didn't look embarrassed at all, as if he didn't realize the difference between men and women at all, he just put his hips on his hips and said domineeringly: "It's nothing, seeing that you are depressed, I will heal you - according to the life habits of men , this should work."
Your sister, the people who have been healed by you should almost be rescued!
"To put it simply, are you so depressed?" Bingtis poked my arm, forced me to get out of the way, and then sat down on the armrest of the chair. She might feel that she is used to doing this, but I forgot that I still had a pair of wings with a wingspan of three meters confiscated, so I was dragged to the ground by her without any accident, so I could only find a stool beside me and sat down, "Chen, as an emperor, what do you usually do? Are you qualified?"
I thought this guy was going to run the train with his mouth full again, but I didn't expect that she was actually talking about something serious, so I was stunned for a moment, and then slowly organized my words: "Dealing with major national affairs? Considering the national economy and people's livelihood? Formulating foreign policies... well, this is very important to the empire. It seems unnecessary, we just have diplomacy with the protoss, and you protoss still have the temperament of being late for a meeting by a thousand or eight hundred years."
Bingtis plucked a feather from the wing and stuffed it into my hand: "Take this, and then concentrate, thinking... Well, you can think about anything, just think about using this feather to maintain world peace. "
"What does this mean?"
I took the long feather for no apparent reason, and at the same time, I had a strange feeling in my heart—this female hooligan is really generous, usually if Bubble plucks a feather from Alaya, the latter would die, Sister Bing actually pulled out the longest root for me so boldly, but thinking that she also made me a pillow, she calmed down.
The feather is beautiful, and it weighs almost nothing in the hand. I don't know if this thing is made of material, but it does have a physical body that can be touched. There are extremely fine black patterns floating on the surface of the feathers that change at any time. It is almost impossible to detect if it is not a close observation, and the black color of this thing is very abnormal. It’s like a small crack in the dark space that doesn’t exist. It’s usually invisible when it grows on Bingtis. I didn’t expect this thing to have so many details after it’s pulled out…
"I said, is the concubine's feather fun?" Bingtis' lazy voice came from the side, and I suddenly coughed awkwardly, following her previous prompt, and focused on this feather.
Before that, I had no idea why Bingtis asked me to do this, but I thought that this female hooligan would not harm me, so I was not vigilant about anything at all, so when countless information flooded into my mind all of a sudden , I almost fainted!
Endless information flowed through my mind, and the low-pitched murmurs that could not distinguish the source and content were superimposed without limit, rumbling in the spiritual realm like thunder, and the countless things that poured in at this moment were even about to hang up My thinking ability is so good that when Bingtis said something to himself, I heard a piece of garbled code in my ears...
"how do you feel?"
After concentrating on suppressing these mixed messages in a hurry, I finally felt a little sober, and immediately a gloating inquiry from a certain female hooligan came to my ears.
"If I can't beat you, I would have done it-you never know the severity?"
"Cut, are you really going to fight with girls?"
I was choked to death on the spot: this female hooligan revealed her identity as a girl at this time. And my eldest sister, don't you think it's quite unconvincing for you to squat on the armrest of the chair and say that you are a girl with a ruffian face? Find another man from the earth who is more manly than yourself and try!
However, there is no reason to talk to Bingtis. This is a strange woman who dares to overthrow others at any time in the Pantheon. She does things as she pleases, and even her father can't control her, so I simply cut to the point: "That just now what exactly is it?"
As I said that, I raised the feather in my hand. It was obvious from the feeling just now that the endless information pouring into my mind did not come from this feather, but it was like a key or a bridge, connecting my spiritual world with other things. One thing is connected, but those things are too complicated, and it is impossible to distinguish the content. Apart from a huge thought that makes people almost lost, they don't know what it is.
Bingtis smiled mysteriously: "Work, my concubine's work."
I:"?"
"It's just something a god has to bear," Bingtis laughed, "I am now the god of twenty-one worlds, the guardian of tens of billions of believers, as the spiritual pillar they rely on, I must listen Their voices, these voices may come from a bishop, may also come from a farmer, may even come from one of the twenty-one worlds themselves, every minute and every second, there are hundreds of millions of voices praying or talking, and These things will eventually gather on us—this is what God will bear. This feather is part of my body, and what you heard just now are those countless voices... "
I stared at my pocket.
"Actually, you should have been exposed to similar things. I heard that little one said that she often invites you to play in the Temple of the Tree of Life. In the temple, you should be able to access the same prayer information. Those information will eventually converge. To that little one..."
"No, it is said that Ding Dong cleans up the favorites every seven days on average, because she can't handle it..."
Bingtis: "... Hey, I'll wipe it, is it stronger than my concubine's back then?"
Um? Looks like I just heard something really big
"Ahem, anyway, let's not think about the details," Bingtis found out that he had slipped the tongue, and immediately changed the subject without any psychological pressure. He didn't even bother to use a clever method, and he coughed dryly, "I want to ask The most important thing is: Chen, do you think these almost endless voices can really be solved one by one by yourself?"
I thought about it: "According to the usual habits of eating, drinking and having fun in your five-member team, I think you probably haven't solved any of them."
Bingdi was furious immediately, and stretched out her paws to try to scratch him: "If it wasn't for the fear that you won't give me lunch at noon, we would have to make gestures today!"
I feel that if I were Bingtis's mother, I would have to strangle her to death and be reborn when she gave birth to this girl. Have you ever seen such a shameful thing
"Forget it, what Sandora said is right. If you are serious with you, sooner or later you will be mad at yourself, and you will be a saint in the world. I just want to tell you one thing: the more capable you are, the more you have to follow the same path (Why do I find this sentence so awkward?) Tens of billions of believers' prayers, as a god, it is impossible to answer them one by one, and you, as the king of the world, should not ask about everything about the trivial matters of the entire empire—Of course, maybe Sandora has this energy and ability, but you don't have it, and you shouldn't force it. You have a problem with your positioning from the beginning. You always think about solving too many trivial matters by yourself, and hope that you can take care of everyone thoughtfully. My concubine likes your good old personality very much, but I don't agree with you putting this kind of mentality in the position of the king of the world. Remember, you are a leader, the one who stands at the forefront of everyone and leads the way. You are the only one Your only responsibility is to lead the way, and you have to worry about deciding where those who follow you should go. As for whether anyone is left behind, whether someone gets sick while on the road, and whether anyone wants to stop halfway, you don’t care about it at all. , Leave it to the people below, since they have decided to follow you, they must have the ability to catch up with you, otherwise, can you carry everyone on their backs and hurry?"
Bingtis made a long speech that is extremely rare. She spoke very straightforwardly, but every sentence made me think seriously, because I suddenly discovered that what this female hooligan has accumulated in her tens of thousands of years of life may not be just Ruffian air and bricks, and a sense of great wisdom.
"I forget who said this sentence, although it is a bit extreme, but in many cases this sentence makes sense: we don't need a leader, we just need someone to sit in the leader's chair.
A successful king should be like this: He never asks about the trivial matters in the kingdom, never worries about his territory and wealth, the only thing he is doing is moving forward, deciding the direction of the whole kingdom, what he should tell his subordinates is what he needs What kind of result, instead of telling your subordinates what to do. Just like every god does: We receive prayers from millions of voices every second, but how many of them can we answer individually? What God wants to do is to manage the entire world and make the entire race he cares about prosper. At most, he can give back some power according to prayers so that believers can solve problems by themselves. If you can understand the meaning of doing this, then you will become a mature king of the world. "
What Bingtis said made people wake up. Perhaps this is the first time since I became the emperor that I clearly realized what it means to be in this position: Although I seemed to be doing the same thing before, now, I finally know why I'm going to go like this until today.
"Because you are using your own ideas to reshape the most powerful mortal civilization in the void, and you may even be shaping a new protoss," Bingtis looked into my eyes, and there was no more joking in his expression, "Don't be fooled by trifles. Blindfolded, king of the world, you did a good job in the past, and you should not regress in the future. You have never experienced the old empire, so you don’t know how much you have brought to this civilization. However, I can Let me tell you clearly that you have already begun to reshape it. The next thing is to let it move forward according to your own ideas. Feel free to leave those things that you can't handle to Sandora, as her closest friend , I can tell you responsibly that she is very clear about your role and her own position... Haven't you noticed that Sandora has put herself in the position of a wife rather than another emperor since a long time ago? Is it in the position of you? She is not so much governing the country with you as she is completely assisting you... In this case, it seems right that you think you can't help her... "
"Okay, okay, I think I've fully understood."
This long conversation with Bingtis made me think about a lot of things that I didn't pay attention to before. Although they seem very simple and straightforward, they really bothered me for a while, but now I have nothing to worry about. So I relaxed, and thanked Bingtis seriously, "Thank you, your words have helped me a lot."
"Hey, I'll go, don't be so serious," Bingtis waved his hands again and again, looking around as if he couldn't bear it, "You are so serious, it really doesn't suit my style... Hey wait, look, that's Anveena, right? ? What is she doing?"