As usual, the reporters had been assembled, and the communications network had been restored. The entire planet was now focused on this place, waiting for their emperor to speak.
Every sentence, every word from His Majesty would be transmitted to every corner of the planet, gradually spreading throughout the empire.
"His Majesty the Emperor will deliver a speech."
"This is the Featherfall Royal Mausoleum. The signal is being relayed by Channel Six."
"Citizens, please remain calm and do not cross the security line."
All kinds of voices mingled outside. Some news anchors were speaking into floating drones before them, while others held communicators and conversed with someone unknown. Even more troops had arrived, forming a wall of bodies that sealed the entire mausoleum complex off from the outside world.
Perhaps they were all curious. Why was the emperor on Featherfall? What was he planning to say?
But no matter how curious they were, they could not show it, much less speculate. Thus, the expressions of the crowd outside were much the same as those on the faces of the people behind Su Ming.
"Half an hour ago, I went online for the first time. Half an hour later, I'm a livestreamer. The world changes fast." Without looking at the pairs of ghostly green eyes behind him, Su Ming held a chicken drumstick and teased Strangle.
Little Black Beans poked out from his shoulder, swallowed the drumstick several times larger than its own body in a single bite like a snake, then swayed like seaweed.
Of the various fruits its host had fed it before, only a few could be grown on Spartacus, and none could be cultivated on Earth. That meant they were of little use.
After sending the guards away, Su Ming had also found an opportunity to let