Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

However, the formal dinner that was promised did not happen.

It's not that no one came, but after they came, they all hurriedly took a few bites, picked up a few pieces suitable for takeout from the large table of dishes carefully prepared by Ella, and left the palace where the dinner was held.

In the end, only Ella and Gray Wind accompanied Milin to eat seriously, and the latter only used the subsystem.

From the way Gray Wind's sub-body paused from time to time and showed a naturally dazed look, it can be seen that she drained all her computing power in order to complete the underground project as quickly as possible.

"It's not like you have assigned too many tasks, Admiral." Ella, who was sitting next to Milin, was enjoying her work without any surprise.

"Is there a lot?" Milin, who was holding chopsticks, put a piece of braised pork that looked soft and delicious into the bowl.

As a top chef under Milin, it is quite easy for Ella to serve different styles of dishes on the same dining table.

Of course, another reason is that this big round table is big enough.

Ever since the big round table was split into several pieces by Auschwitz, Milin had been obsessed with getting a new table.

Then I don't know where I pulled out such a large round table that can accommodate thirty or forty people to eat without looking crowded.

"The number of tasks is indeed not large, but it also depends on how many people there are in the imperial capital and how many people we have." Seeing Milin's unconscious look, Aila sighed and continued:

According to the current task distribution, before the administrative system and supervision system are established, Alori and Arthur's task is to carry out military control of the imperial capital with the system soldiers as the Imperial Guard.

Attila's mission is to reorganize the original defense forces of the imperial capital to establish supervision, police and firefighting systems.

Galina, who had just joined for less than two days, got familiar with Gray Wind's operating system, which was modeled on Milin's town system. Her first task was to go to the Wolf and Spice Chamber of Commerce to calculate the profits of the big eaters. .

At first glance, these tasks may seem like nothing, but the problem is that they are very troublesome in a city like the Imperial Capital with hundreds of thousands of residents.

Just as Ella speculated, after all the "big players" who could be included in the list were eliminated, the business system of the imperial capital collapsed.

Goods from outside cannot come in, and when they do come in, they don’t know who to distribute them to. The shelves in shops and markets are empty. Residents of the Imperial City who have basically no food stored at home find themselves unable to buy food even with dinars in their pockets.

Fortunately, Alori's proficiency in military control skills is quite good, and Attila can immediately foresee where trouble may occur, so there have been no major problems so far.

"But it cannot last too long. In addition to the administrative system and supervision system, we also need to establish a propaganda agency." Aila reminded Milin.

"Oh? What do you say?" Milin asked.

"Because people's words are terrible." Ella, who first came to a conclusion, paused and then explained to Milin: "In an environment without sufficient convenient communication and media tools, people come to the conclusion through various hearsays. To obtain information, and this kind of listening..."

"And this kind of hearsay will basically change into something else when it reaches the third person's mouth." Milin, who understood what Ella was talking about, answered quickly.

"It's like this, Admiral, if it's an ordinary change that won't affect your daily life, it's fine. At most, it'll be more fun to talk about after dinner. But if it affects after dinner, this method of information dissemination is very easy. It will turn into a mass panic.”

Ella, who didn't pay attention to Milin's rush to answer this matter, explained in detail.

In order to attract Milin's attention, when Ella said these things, she not only spoke louder, but also used exaggerated body movements.

It's this body movement that looks like kneading dough.

Milin directly picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth and said:

"I know very well what you said, and even if you have enough convenient media tools, this situation will still happen. What is that sentence called? Spreading rumors with just one mouth..."

"I'll break my legs if I refute the rumors." This time it was Ella who answered.

"...the buns taste good, what kind of stuffing is this?" Milin laughed, knowing that Ella's answer was to retaliate for his own answer just now.

"Seafood filling." Ella replied after winning the victory.

"Where did the seafood come from?" Milin asked in surprise.

Although there is a sea in this world...otherwise the Nords would not have come across the sea.

But the Imperial Capital is a standard inland city. Even if it is next to a river, it is still a standard inland city. How to eat seafood without a cold chain? Concubine Yang?

"It's just dry goods like dried abalone, but it's considered a luxury item in this world." Ella said.

"Are you taking advantage of the big family's profits?" Milin nodded, not too surprised.

"Well, I did eat it. It tastes good. This is my specialty. It's a pity that I couldn't get enough Hai Bazhen in those dry goods, otherwise it could taste better."

Ella raised her head slightly, as if she was very proud of her craft. At least she was confident that the delicacy of this bun could surpass that of Milinxia's noodles.

"It's pretty good. Your skills don't belong to the Bai Luo family, right?" Milin said casually with a very cooperative expression on his face.

"Admiral, how do you know?" Ella asked strangely.

"Cough cough cough..." Milin almost swallowed the bun he just swallowed into his trachea.

"Oh yes, Admiral, you should have eaten it. It was Ninghai who told you about it." Ella remembered that Milin must have eaten those steamed buns from Ninghai's steamed bun shop.

"...Hmm..." Milin nodded with a slightly subtle expression. Although it was a few decades later, it was normal for Ninghai and Hepinghai to make Bailuo's seafood buns.

After all, it is a sea ship...

As for why there are Bailuo's seafood buns in the ship girl world, the emperor has them anyway, so it's not too strange to have more super chefs cooking barbecue on the Yangtze River.

Looking at Milin's reaction, Ella always felt something was strange. Unfortunately, without the force perception, she couldn't tell what Milin was thinking.

By the way, you may not be able to see it.

Ella suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and brought the topic back to media tools:

"Even if advanced media tools can cause rumors to fly, at least they are under our control."

"Control the rumors? Tsk, Ella, you look like this reminds me of Xiao Huang." Milin, who immediately understood Ella's intention to seize the publicity, said.

"Who is Xiao Huang?" Ella didn't realize what Milin was talking about.

The "Minister of Propaganda of the Empire" did not directly name him, but Milin believed that Ella must know which empire and minister of propaganda it was.

Because what Ella wanted to express was what the propaganda minister was best at.

"...It's him, he's quite yellow, oh no, I mean the color of the clothes he usually wears is quite yellow." Ella immediately understood who Milin was talking about.

"So, what are you going to do?" Milin said to Ella.

"E, how about the newspaper? Let someone find a place to read the newspaper?" Ella, who originally planned to ask Gray Feng for help, thought about Gray Feng's current task and expressed her thoughts.

"Newspaper... I always feel something is weird." Milin's expression was subtle when he heard Ella say this common routine used by time travellers.

Do the residents of the Imperial City, whose biggest question now is what to eat next, really have the time to listen to people reading newspapers?

Besides, we are now under military control, which prohibits travel. If we really want to read newspapers, we probably don’t have to go to these people’s homes to read them.

"You can read the newspaper while distributing food rations." Ella gave a non-solution and said: "Although it is not the optimal solution, it is still the best at present. In fact, this thing has been around for a long time, in ancient Rome. Yes, Admiral, your hometown also had it in ancient times." Ella, who also knew that this was not the optimal solution, spread her hands.

"Di Bao, I know." Milin nodded, and then said with a change of tone: "But I thought of a better way."

"A better way?" Ella asked with a question mark on her forehead.

"Since it's a recitation, let's just click one step to get it done." Milin moved his eyes to the gray wind clone who was waiting like the wax statue.

Seeing Milin move his gaze towards Gray Wind, Ella, who still felt that something was wrong even though he did not practice the Force, said:

"I have a bad feeling."