"You bear a damn responsibility." Duke Sartolan said coldly: "Who do you think you are? How could the thunderous wrath of Void Crown befall a little colonel like you?

Have you been interacting closely with the children of the big family recently, but do you really regard yourself as one of them?"

Colonel Imore seemed to have been exposed, and his face turned pale.

The Duke didn't speak any more, and was ready to disembark with his cane. The Colonel tried to help him, but was pushed away.

The two got off the ship, walked across the trestle that looked like a museum corridor, and arrived at the main entrance under the gaze of statues of famous generals and sages of the Galactic Empire.

Here is the core of the empire that rules half of the galaxy, Long Lin Palace.

At this point, Colonel Imore was no longer qualified to take another step forward. Duke Saduran was indeed right. How could a majestic ruler of the empire be as knowledgeable as an ant that he could not even see.

The Duke left his anxious adjutant behind and passed through the gate. Under the leadership of his attendants, he did not go to the formal audience room, but passed through the cloister and arrived at the palace area. He soon saw the people who greeted them.

Lord Conrot, the chamberlain, knew that this short, fat middle-aged man who looked like dough was the most trusted confidant of Emperor Elansel, so he took the lead in nodding his head and saying, "Your Majesty, have you risen?"

However, Earl Conrot bowed respectfully first, and then showed a kind smile: "You have already gotten up. He said that when you come, you don't need to pass the news, just go in by yourself."

The Duke nodded and was about to move forward with the cane, but there was a slight stagger in his steps.

This Eight Rings boss, who could intimidate half of the galaxy with his own reputation, actually felt a hint of timidity when he looked at the palace where His Majesty the Emperor lived.

"Earl...can you tell me how your Majesty feels?"

The pudgy Earl showed an impeccable smile and said warmly: "The power of God is unpredictable!"

This slippery fat silver carp! Duke Sadolan cursed secretly in his heart, but he had to squeeze out a heartfelt smile on his face and nodded: "I'm sorry, it was indeed my fault.

Already."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I can at least confirm that Your Majesty is definitely not angry. It can even be said that he is more energetic than usual." The Count left the other party with a meaningful smile, and then took a step that was not as tall as his figure.
Chapter completed!