The Old Emperor softly uttered a single word: "Leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
A maid, barefoot, came running and brought a long table that had a full panoramic projection system on it. A scrolling screen of code appeared in front of him.
—There naturally existed a system in the Imperial Palace that was directly linked to the entire Empire network.
The projection screen slightly trembled, showing the interior of a spaceship.
Hanton's parents were sitting in two hovering chairs, both in a state of deep sleep, with a pair of hourglasses set next to them.
An antimatter bomb!
An aged voice, altered electronically, resonated through the entire grand hall of the Imperial Palace.
"Has the White Ghost not arrived yet? Our Earl Hanton, do you not even have the heart to save your own parents?"
"Now let me check the number of viewers on this live broadcast, oh yes, the stream is restricted and there are not even millions watching yet. Wow, these are the methods of the Empire."
