Chapter 633： Farther

On a sunny afternoon, in front of a villa in the Volavo mining area, at the end of the spacious lawn, on the straight avenue, a well-equipped Mansgel People’s Car stopped.

The sound of the engine in the front engine compartment cover disappeared, and the man sitting in the driver's seat stretched out his arm a little bluntly, and pulled out the car key inserted in the right rear of the steering wheel.

He pushed the car door, held out the car key, stretched out his right hand, grabbed a briefcase in the passenger seat, and got out of the car with his head slightly lowered.

"Dad!" On the lawn, the child who was playing rushed up and threw himself into the man's arms. The nice childish voice made the man's cold face a smile of satisfaction.

"Mr. Schumann." The old maid on the lawn greeted her, nodded slightly in front of the man holding the child, and greeted her.

"Thanks." Schumann easily picked up his son with his right hand, nodded slightly to the maid, and walked to the front door of the villa.

There, the hostess was leaning on the door frame, happily looking at her husband and children on the lawn.

It has been two years since he returned to the rear from the battlefield. As an old Serris, Schumann has moved to Wallavo for a year and a half. His family and children have also followed him to this stranger. city.

Fortunately, the people here are very nice, everyone is very friendly, and the neighbors often move around. The Allen District Speaker across the road is very kind.

In a fierce battle, Schumann lost his right calf and his entire right hand. If this kind of injury were placed a few years ago, he could almost be declared dead. The lovely Lanhill's field hospital rescued him, but he also became a wounded who could not continue to fight.

Saved his life, but lost his life, he was assigned to work in a reserve training unit. Although he had a huge allowance, he could only endure his mutilated body in pain.

He was not lucky, and when he had to face the reality, he didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky to catch up with the "good time" of Ailan Hill's fastest expansion.

In the past two years, as a loyal old Serris fighter, he was first promoted from an active sergeant to a reserve lieutenant. He climbed three ranks in one go. Later, he was promoted to rank because of his reserve force. The major.

Who could have imagined that in just six months, the demon’s counterattack made the Ailan Hill Empire mobilize the troops again, and the reserve resident training mission is heavier. Schumann, who has become a major, has been appointed as a lieutenant colonel. Military rank!

His experience is not an individual case, but a serious problem that Ailan Hill is now facing and has to be resolved carefully.

The entire empire is expanding too fast. The commander of a regiment five years ago may now be the commander of a group army. The mayor who was in charge of a small town five years ago may now be the civil affairs deputy of a certain large district.

The leadership team has not fallen, and there are still a small number of people who are corrupted by the temptation of money. Most of the management of Ailan Hill are still efficient and loyal. They worship the Emperor from the heart and dare not deceive anything, just like facing Gods.

However, what the leadership team has to manage has expanded 100 times or even 10,000 times! The problem they have to deal with has expanded from a castle to an empire, and the population they have to manage has expanded from more than 300,000 to more than seven billion!

Two years ago, perhaps only a small employee in a government office, now it is likely that he is already a senior official in charge of the finances of a province.

Veterans retired due to injuries need to be resettled, and workers injured on duty need to be resettled. Countless Serris people have to leave their ancestral land where they have lived all their lives, to a strange city and face a strange life.

People like Schumann are lucky, at least because of his injuries, he was assigned to the Volavo area not far from Seris.

At least there are decent cities, with spacious streets, electricity, sewers, schools, and various supporting facilities.

The most miserable part of the people, the plague in the city they were assigned to, was full of the stench of excrement, there was no electric light telephone network, and even the most basic living facilities!

Who can imagine that a small official who has been a grassroots leader of the postal department in a civilized society for two years will be promoted to a place where there is no post box as the deputy city lord?

"You're so beautiful." Schumann, who was not quite comfortable with his body, brought a little self-confidence when he walked over to his wife.

He used to have low self-esteem because he did not have a right hand, and his right foot was just a prosthesis disguised as a shoe.

Now he is finally restored to integrity, at least he can use his own thinking to drive his right hand and right foot.

"Your movements are becoming more and more natural." The wife teased the child who was in the arms of the man with her hands, her not-beautiful face was filled with a happy smile.

She has nothing to be dissatisfied with, although she moved out of Seris City, but she lives in the wealthy area of ​​Wallavo, a very high-end community. She is also the upright wife of a reserve lieutenant colonel.

On weekends, the city lord’s wife would call her an invitation when she held a banquet. She never thought that she could enter and leave the upper class, holding a beautiful glass wine glass, and chatting with a group of major wives, colonel wives, and even major general wives.

"Yeah, I can feel it." Handing the child to his wife, Schumann moved his right hand. It was a prosthetic, and the level of exquisiteness was amazing.

Now, this arm and the palm of the arm are flexibly stretched and curled with his will, as if it were part of his body.

Although it is somewhat jerky because of habit, Schumann knows that one day, it will be similar to his left hand, and even better than his left hand.

After all, no matter how you suppress it, this arm can burst out more than twice the strength of a normal arm when needed. Although it is integrated into a part of the subject's soul, it also feels pain when it is injured, but its defensive ability is indeed stronger than that of flesh and blood!

If necessary, implant a chip, it can even release magic, so that Schumann, who is just a mortal body, can have the same ability as a magician.

"In a few months, I think I will be able to fully adapt to this arm and this leg." Schumann's palm swayed flexibly in front of his wife, with a little ostentation.

The wife hugged the child, and asked with some worry: "Did you send that letter to the Special Mission Department of the Guards?"

Schumann's face became solemn again, and he nodded: "It was sent, they said, I was not the only one who received such a letter, they are also investigating this matter."

Having said that, he couldn't help but remember the unexpected letter he received a few days ago. There is no signature on the envelope, and the paper used for the documents is also the most common thing.

In the completely printed content, Schumann saw words such as "transformation" and "primitive". The letter reminded him to beware of the hostility of the original faction and hoped that Schumann could join the so-called "reformation faction" spontaneously.

"We have many people! This is the power that His Majesty the Emperor is giving mortals more powerful. It is the trend, the future, and the irreversible direction of human development!" In the letter, there are such deceptive contents everywhere.

Shocked and worried, Schumann hesitated for a few days after reading the letter, and finally made a decision. Taking advantage of today’s rest, he personally drove the letter as evidence and sent it to the special mission part of the Guards in Wallavo. unit.

The babysitter came over at this moment and helped open the door of the room, and the family walked into the villa worriedly like this.

On the opposite side of the villa, at the door of another villa, an old man turned and closed his door with a sullen face.

"I knew... our neighbor Schumann would definitely install that **** prosthetic." The old man walked to the dining table and complained dissatisfiedly: "If it wasn't for the fact that he was a mortal, how could he be on his body? Install something made by magic like that?"

"That's just a prosthetic arm, old man. Mrs. Schumann’s people are very good. You had walked with Schumann before." The old lady sitting at the table handed her husband a piece of bread covered with butter. Said comfortingly.

"That's why I was angry... After all, he used to be a very good junior. I even wrote a report and prepared to pass several of his bills in advance... Forget it, let's not mention him." The old man snorted, starting from My wife took the bread: "We will meet tomorrow. The proposal to repair the reserve barracks seems to be slowed down. I will ask the secretary to put Director Eddie’s railway maintenance proposal on a higher priority."

"Isn't it necessary?" The old lady was taken aback, looked at her husband with some worry, and asked: "Will this delay your majesty's important affairs?"

"Of course not." Speaking of your Majesty, the sacredness on the old man's face spontaneously emerged. It's like a believer who mentioned the **** he believes in: "The railway maintenance bill has been suppressed for a long time. It is the same whoever allocates funds first."

He paused before continuing to speak, "Moreover, I'm just Kakata, and it doesn't affect anything."

"Then why do you bother Mr. Schumann, he is still our neighbor." The old lady shook her head, saying that she didn't understand the stupid ideas of men.

"You don't understand, this is a war!" The old man squinted his eyes: "A war between the'primitive sect' and the'reformed sect'! Mortals, only the purest mortals, are your Majesty's most trustworthy power!"

The old lady used a butter knife to smear the bread quickly, and she sighed and looked out the window. On the opposite side of the road, across a manicured lawn, the Schumann family’s villa was there, but the distance seemed even greater. Far……