The hard thing about the First Prince's adjutant not dying is that if he did, it was just an assumption.

Then, after the eldest prince returns to the country, he can use this to show the people the Federation's attitude towards this war and the Penggio Empire, and thus arouse people's crazier feelings of revenge!

The most intuitive benefit of mobilizing these emotions is that the performance of the soldiers on the battlefield will be more fierce!

They will fight with a sense of shame, to shred all the enemies that stand in their way!

But if he hadn't died and the eldest prince had returned with a maimed, he would not have achieved the purpose of turning "grief and anger" into power.

Some people will even doubt the ability of the First Prince!

The federal people slapped you in the face, you didn't do anything...you came back?

Isn't this the same as subduing the federation in disguised form?

For the Pengios, they can face death like the fearless warriors on the battlefield.

No matter how many bullets are flying towards them, the planes in the sky are ready to drop bombs on their heads, as soon as the charge horn sounds, they will climb out of the trenches, behind the cover, and shoot at the enemy. , while charging!

The eldest prince will obviously sting some people if he takes a disabled person back, so he is dissatisfied with the eldest prince!

As for the adjutant who has worked for him for many years, he does have his credit, but he is no longer suitable for him.

The eldest prince thought, maybe he could give some preferential treatment to his family, children.

And he himself... best not to go back.

However, the person who does this cannot be himself, or at least cannot be seen as himself.

He needs to push the matter over and pass on the death of his adjutant to the Commonwealth, so that after returning, even if he has no credit, at least he is not at fault!

The eldest prince thought about it all night, and has made a decision. He will find a way to let his adjutant leave this world forever before leaving.

Just find someone to kill him in the hospital, disguise it as an accident, or not disguise it at all, anyway, all he needs is a corpse, not a process.

This time he came to the Federation, and he gained a lot of knowledge.

He saw the rapid development of federal technology and found some reasons.

Capital has increased its investment in scientific research, and the pursuit of wealth and fame by capitalists and scientists makes them constantly cycle between "realizing scientific research results" and "reinvesting in new research after realization".

Coupled with the competitiveness of capital, this makes every large company have a complete R&D team and system behind it.

They continue to rely on scientific progress to make money, and then use the profits to support more advanced research and development. This cycle is invisible to Penggio.

This is not to say that Penggio's capital and capitalists do not do R&D, they actually do R&D, but the intensity of R&D is far less than that of the Federation.

Civilians are not interested in scientific progress or research.

The core research capabilities are concentrated in the Imperial Research Institute, which is the holy place that all researchers yearn for!

And this also greatly makes the research ability of the scientists fully wasted on the issue of administrative wrangling.

In addition, he also saw the horror of capital.

From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, the Federation is like a blood vessel, and the pores are overflowing with an ugly monster of black blood called capital!

No one respects power here, and people actually believe in the nonsense that everyone is equal!

What is even more frightening is that something like capital, which should be controlled by politics, is above political power!

They control the election, from the mayor to the president, whoever wins the election is up to those capitalists!

It made him feel terrible!

There are also some voices in Penggio's country who believe that more space should be given to capital.

The social mechanism of the federation has guided the future development of many countries, and these authorities believe that as long as they firmly hold the military power, even if the capitalists will expand, they will not shake the foundation of the empire.

And the rapid development of all aspects of society brought about by the expansion of capital is also extremely beneficial to the entire Pongio Empire!

This ancient and huge empire cannot be maintained like this forever, it must radiate new vitality!

And this war is precisely the best opportunity, an opportunity to change the existing imperial system!

Once they have won Gafra, the wealth plundered from Gafra can greatly ease the backlog of contradictions and conflicts between various classes in society.

The emperor of the empire can then pull out his hand and try to reform.

In fact, the fanaticism of the Pontgio Empire is also a manifestation of the deep accumulation of internal social contradictions.

The more fanatical they are, the more it shows that there are more problems within the Pontgio Empire!

Previously, the first prince also believed that it was a meaningful thing to appropriately give more space to capital, but now, during the time of the Federation, he realized that it was best not to do so. At least not until a new path is found!

It will get out of control!

He pondered the past, the present, the future, and fell asleep in trouble and thinking.

The night was so deep that even the moon hid.

In the next few days, the eldest prince accelerated the content of the negotiations. The war has restarted, and he should go back.

Just as he and Mr. President and other members of the World Development Committee signed several agreements, the door of the ward where the adjutant was located was knocked.

He was stunned for a while, then turned off the TV.

TV has become his most important "partner" these days. Just watching TV can make him forget all the pain and don't need to think about the future.

TV is really a very magical thing, no, it should be said that the programs in it are very magical.

At first, he just wanted to pass the anguish, but when he watched... he fell into it!

At this time, his eyes also retracted from the figure of the extinguished eldest prince, and looked at the door of the ward, "Please come in..."

Knock on the door, it should not be nurses and doctors, those people are not so disciplined.

After they knocked on the door twice, they would directly push the door and come in, which must be a visitor.

Who is it?

The first prince's person?

Or other colleagues?

He didn't know, and he was very uneasy, because no one had come to see him until now, as if he had never existed in the mission!

The door opened, and the person outside was not anyone he knew, but a little familiar.

After he watched it for a while, his expression became less attractive, and he struggled to sit up, but the pain stopped him.

"Don't move, sir." Lynch walked in from outside, "I would take the liberty to disturb you without communicating with you, but I believe it was a meaningful conversation."

He casually walked to the edge of the hospital bed, and was about to do it, but he saw the ivory prosthesis placed on the wall, and went over to bring it back.

"Don't you like it?" Lynch held the ivory prosthesis, a little heavy, but it felt good.

The ivory material has been processed, and it is also very "fresh". It does not look like some old ivory that has not been well preserved. The whole bone is white and blistered, and it can be peeled off layer by layer.

This prosthetic leg is well made, perfect and comfortable to the touch.

The adjutant didn't speak, just kept silent, and he found that he was not as angry as he was at first.

He even tried wearing it for a few days.

But because the wound had not fully healed, he finally gave up.

Doctors told him he would have to wait until next year to wear the prosthesis.

Putting too much pressure on the wound before this can cause some other problems.

Some confused thoughts flashed in his mind, and he lowered his head and did not speak.

Lynch smiled and put the prosthetic leg on his cabinet, then crossed his leg and chatted with him.

"You know, when I came, I found several suspicious people staring at this room and at you."

"But it seems that your Royal Highness has never been here. What do you think they are staring at you for?"

There was a slight emotional change in the adjutant's heart, and then he realized that it was Lynch who was provoking his relationship with His Highness the First Prince.

He was a little contemptuous, a little contemptuous, "I won't fall into your trap, don't think about what you can convince me!"

Lynch was still smiling, not showing any embarrassment at all, he was always able to maintain his stable state of mind.

He nodded, "Yes~lightnovelpub.net~ If before this, what you said might be true, but after this?"

"They saw me here, chatted with you for half an hour, and then I left with a smile, do you think they would think there was no agreement between me and you?"

What Lynch said made him stunned for a moment, and then he reached out and grabbed the phone, which was what he asked.

He wants to call His Royal Highness the First Prince, or others, and tell them that Lynch is here.

But Lynch's next sentence stopped his hand in mid-air.

"I came half an hour ago."

If he didn't say this, the adjutant would think it was useful to make a call, because Lynch said it, and someone was watching outside, combined with the time they recorded Lynch's arrival, and then gathered the time he called and Lynch's time to leave.

Who is telling the truth and who is lying is clear at a glance.

But... Lynch has been here for half an hour before entering here, and he can't even say what he has to say.

Since nothing happened, why not call when Lynch first came in?

And now, it has been half an hour, and it is useless to make any calls!

The adjutant's wound started to hurt again, and he even had a feeling that his legs were swollen!

He could feel his two intact legs again, and he even moved his ankle, and he could actually feel the movement of his ankle!

But he knew that it was all fake and an illusion.

He pursed his lips, his head hurt a little, and his cheeks were lowered slightly, which made his expression look fierce, "What the **** are you trying to do?"

"Why didn't you just kill me in the car accident?"

Lynch still had the same expression, "I'll make a bet with you."

"Bet no more than three days, someone will come to kill you, do you believe it?"