Pirate Reaper Empire

The founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China is held at [-] o'clock in the afternoon.

Participants naturally have to enter the venue in advance. Considering the number of people, they will enter the square at the foot of the mountain at twelve o'clock.

Have lunch ready at eleven o'clock.

If Fernandi couldn't force the laborers and residents of Babalon City to participate in the founding ceremony, he could only use inducements.

Free meals and a meaty lunch are enough to attract people to attend the founding ceremony.

To prepare meals for so many people, it is impossible for the palace chefs to do it on site. Since last night, Fernandi has organized the chefs to cook continuously.

Heating began at 10:30 in the morning, ensuring that nearly 5 people could have a hot and filling meal.

The meal is quite sumptuous, with rich broth, a few slices of meat, and a lot of green vegetables poured over the rice.

The bowls everyone ate from were all very clean, and the soup could not even be seen after licking them.

Fernandi watched the crowd enter and refused the chef's request for additional food. He took the remaining soup from the pot, poured it on the cold rice, and began to eat.

He has been busy all the time, and seeing that things are almost finished, he has time to take a bite of food.

Unlike Nisha and Janeva, he has always lived a frugal life and spent a lot of money on helping other poor people.

So he can eat such leftovers very deliciously.

When he was about to finish, he saw Feide walking out of the palace gate. He quickly swallowed his meal, ran over with the bowl in hand and said, "Commissioner Feide, the founding ceremony hasn't started yet, why are you leaving?"

Feide turned around and looked at Fernandi, who had a five-corner hairstyle, with a smile on his face and said: "Duke Rhodes, I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little unwell and need to go back and rest.

As for His Majesty Reinhard, it would be better if you try to persuade him more. I am a soft-spoken person, but it is different from above. "

"Oh." Fernandi raised his eyebrows and replied vaguely. After watching the other party leave, he turned his head and asked, "Nissa, what happened?"

Nisha sighed: "His Majesty slapped the Balwood Kingdom in the face with a very tough attitude..."

She told what happened in the main hall exactly as it was.

Fernandi's blood surged with enthusiasm when he heard this, and he said: "Your Majesty, you have done a great job!"

"Are you okay? Duke of Rhodes, it's your business to dream. Please don't let His Majesty go crazy with you. Can we offend the King of Hamburg? If someone just says something, the army can conquer the entire island."

Nisha glared fiercely and said, "Do you really think you can compete with others by giving a nice name? Balwood has a population of more than one million, and we don't even have [-]. The food, clothes, and even the ships in the port are all on the island. Everyone owns it.”

The King of Hamburg didn't even need a single soldier. As long as all trade with the Roman Empire was cut off, the residents of the island would starve to death.

The waters of Babalon Island are not rich in fish resources, so it is simply impossible to make a living by fishing.

Fernandi's face hardened and he murmured: "No, the Kingdom of Baliwood won't do that, and it won't do them any good to do that."

"Hmph, I advise you to persuade His Majesty not to let the new Roman Empire be destroyed."

Nisha turned around. She didn’t have great ideals when she was young, but it was too painful to stick to her ideals in the face of cruel reality.

It is better to hang high and curse the ideal as rubbish, which is more relaxing.

The rice in Fernandi's bowl was no longer fragrant, and he looked at the square inside the high walls of the palace, which was filled with darkness and crowds of people.

He would not doubt Reinhard's ability, the one who was definitely qualified to become a great king.

Because of this, he felt a little shaken in his heart.

Is it too early to start a conflict with the Bollywood kingdom?

The new Roman Empire was still too fragile to withstand too strong a storm.

But he couldn't open his mouth to persuade.

From the time he was sensible, Fernandi showed signs of being different from ordinary nobles. He sympathized with the poor and often helped them fight against their parents.

After his parents died, he took over the power of the family and often sought due rewards for the poor, but most of them ended in failure.

An ideal without enough strength to support it is like a rootless tree, unable to control the direction of the waves, and can only be swept away by the waves.

"Reinhardt..." Fernandi murmured, his mood became extremely complicated. He wanted to persuade, but he didn't want to.

No matter what, he will stand firmly on Reinhard's side.

Fernandi lowered his head to eat. If anything happens, wait until after the founding ceremony to discuss countermeasures together.

Time gradually approaches one o'clock, and the winter sunshine is warm, neither hot nor cold, shining on the Palace Square.

The solemn bell rang suddenly, the whispering people stopped talking, and in the silence, Reinhard walked down the pure white steps from the palace.

He wore a bright red cloak with a large piece of white fluff on the collar, a blue dress underneath, and a gold crown on his head.

This outfit, paired with a slender figure and handsome facial features, stunned the people underneath.

The main reason is that he is so different from the tall and fat Babalon X before.

Just like when someone looking at Sister Feng's photo suddenly sees Utsunomiya Shion, they will definitely have a feeling in their heart that this girl should only be in the sky.

Fernandi also stared blankly.

Reinhard stopped in front of the steps that were about a dozen steps away, and picked up the phone on the back of the radio phone bug that Nisha was holding next to her.

"Good afternoon, everyone must have heard why we are gathered here. The decadent Kingdom of Babalon has been destroyed, and the Roman Empire that serves the people was born!"

He began to speak out about the reforms he envisioned in his mind, re-amend the constitution, and formulate rules. Anyone who violated it, including the emperor, would be punished.

A series of reforms such as improving labor in banana farms, implementing an eight-hour work system, increasing basic wages, etc., left the entire square in silence.

For many years, they have been accustomed to being exploited and suppressed by the Kingdom of Babalun and the Kingdom of Baliwood. Just thinking about it, few people actually have the courage to resist.

Leng Buding was told that you will no longer be oppressed or exploited from now on. No one knows what to say.

Reinhard was also a little confused by the silence, which was different from what the script expected.

It's too sloppy, there should be a support person underneath to stimulate the atmosphere.

His mind was racing with what else to say.

A blond woman raised her hands and shouted excitedly, "Long live His Majesty Reinhard!!"

This woman was moved not by his words, but by his appearance. Such a handsome and gentle and considerate emperor must support her.

"Long live His Majesty Reinhard," "Long live His Majesty Reinhard."

People were awakened by the nymphomaniac's voice, and some began to echo, and the scattered cheers evolved into deafening shouts.

Everyone roared.

The huge sound wave spread far away, crossing the deserted city of Babalon from the square to a quiet mansion.

The sound became a little blurry.

Feide stood on the balcony and looked at the origin of the sound, with a smile on his face, and picked up the green fruit phone bug in his hand, "Manager Vera, I have something to tell you."