The whole universe knows that His Majesty has a crush on me

Su Yao began to regret that she had mentioned something to discuss.

Because Kyle seemed to take it seriously.

[Hold on, don't block me yet]: No! I'll be honest, this thing is poisonous. I just happen to have a special ability that makes me immune to some types of toxins.

This is also half true and half false.

Those with S-level bloodlines have strong immunity, especially those who carry poison themselves.

[Why is it still an illegal nickname]: Actually, I have one too.

Su Yao: "..."

Su Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In fact, the toxin content in the food is already very small. If someone of the same bloodline were to eat it, she wouldn't mind letting them try it.

But forget it about Kyle.

Su Yao thought so, "But these are indeed a bit too much. I can't eat them. It's Saturday. How should we sort the poisonous food? It can't be used as animal and plant feed."

She was afraid that if she didn't give a separate instruction, the robots in the mansion would treat it as ordinary leftovers. After all, who knew whether their scanning analysis could detect the toxic ingredients in it.

Saturday: "Considering your definition of 'toxic' here—"

The intelligent brain seemed to be confused.

Su Yao felt that some dead memories were attacking her. "I never really understood the classification. How about treating it as poison? Including the flowers just now."

The garbage disposal mechanism of the outlet is also very mature. Different types of garbage will be sent to different stations. Citizens can throw away whatever they want, but they must sort it out properly.

If you don't do it well, you may be warned or even fined.

The same goes for the nobles. The money will be deducted directly from the householder's account, although it's not much.

The former Duke did not have a waste treatment device at home, as he thought it would have too much impact on the environment, so he just threw it away like everyone else.

Su Yao reminded Saturday, knowing that it would control the robots to do the classification, so she stopped caring about it and lowered her head to reply to Kyle.

[Hold on, don’t block it yet]: I threw it away a long time ago.

[Why is it still an illegal nickname]: I can eat anything I find out of the trash can.

[Hold on, don’t block it yet]: I can’t find it, it’s been sent away.

[Why is it still an illegal nickname]: It’s not a big problem, I’ll find a way.

Su Yao was amused.

What?
Is he going to come to his own house and rummage through the garbage again?
As I laughed, I felt a little sorry for the little lizard. Maybe it was because it used to rummage through trash cans all the time.

At least now the hardship has ended and the good times have come, right?
[Hold on, don’t block me yet]: I’ll ask the robot to make a normal one again. I still have the ingredients. Please send me an address that is convenient for delivery.

[Why is it still an illegal nickname]: [Location]
Su Yao clicked on the location he sent.

After taking a closer look, it was indeed the Sereia Empire, and it was the capital planet.

A small artificial satellite in orbit around the Capital Planet.

She checked and found out that this was the largest integrated logistics distribution base in the entire Capital Star orbit, and most of the Imperial Express companies would transit and transport here.

but--

It looked like Kyle didn't want me to know his exact address, so he wrote this place.

Otherwise, most people would write about a certain street on the planet, right?
Of course, it is also possible that he or his relatives work here, or he has to go in and out of this place frequently. If this is the case, it would not be surprising.

After all, even if you write a more specific address, the package still has to be transferred here, so it will definitely be faster for me to go directly to the station to pick up the goods.

Su Yao stared at the address and thought for a while.

But if Kyle doesn't want her to know his address, that's normal, after all, they are just netizens.

[Hold on, don’t block me yet]: I’ll give you the courier number later.

……

Not long after, the Royal Palace of the Sereia Empire.

The minister in charge of the palace was checking the report in his office, and unexpectedly saw a very familiar name in the guest registration information.

And the access time was just a few minutes ago.

——He Yan.

"?"

Isn't this the Director of the Imperial Intelligence Agency?

The minister in charge was stunned for a moment and realized that it might be His Majesty who summoned the director.

Although I don't know what they are going to do, it is obviously not something I can interfere with.

At the same time, in the back garden of the palace.

"...I want the garbage transportation plan for residents of Dorne's capital city."

Kyle said as he looked at the optical computer.

In front of the steps of the pavilion stood a tall, brown-haired young man.

The man was dressed in a snow-white suit. His androgynous face was pale and handsome, with no color on his face. His electronic eyes flashed with a cold inorganic light.

"Yes, Your Majesty, which neighborhood? What category?"

Kyle did not answer immediately. Instead, he pulled out a search engine page from his computer and typed a line of letters into it.

He Yan just waited quietly.

It is an advanced silicon-based race created in the Federation era. It was born as a war machine and can easily hack into various network systems.

Even without using a microscope to "see", it has ten thousand ways to know what the Emperor is doing.

Not only at this moment, but also before this, who he had contacted, the content of their communication, etc.

But it won't do that.

Combining various things that have happened -

In front of this person, He Yan would not do anything provocative by human standards.

Or any action that invades privacy, is unfriendly, or may cause dissatisfaction among humans.

Even among humans, Kyle is not a good hacker and has little interest in this area of ​​technology.

But there is an immeasurable gap in intuitive combat power between him and other humans, or any race in this universe.

In other words, they are not in the same range at all and cannot even be compared.

He Yan knew what this meant, for example, he could destroy himself like an ordinary human crushing an ant.

— or any silicon-based race like himself.

Even though their consciousness data is backed up in a special cloud space that is difficult for humans to reach, they are theoretically immortal.

However, the Director of Imperial Intelligence had seen this before and knew how his nominal superior handled this kind of problem.

Emperor Sereia can conceptually obliterate any existence that can be defined.
That is a power beyond their understanding.

"..."

Kyle didn't care what his nominal subordinates were thinking.

The Imperial Intelligence Department is a huge network composed of humans and some silicon-based races. It is also a team formed by the royal family hundreds of years ago.

The current emperor is not interested in the internal affairs of the empire and does not care about their work.

But Kyle also knew that letting the director stand here would not hinder his work.

As a member of an advanced silicon-based race, He Yan’s information reception and processing efficiency is unimaginable for humans, and is not restricted by region or status.

No matter where it is, it can perform multi-threaded work simultaneously.

It also has multiple consumable "shells", and the one in front of it is just the one of the best quality.

...I don't know if it was to show respect or if he thought he would beat it up at any time to vent his anger. Although if it was the latter, it would be meaningless because the materials were no different to him.

Kyle searched for the Duke of the Kingdom of Orleans, saw several ancient families presented on the encyclopedia page, and chose one of them.

Kyle: "Ole, Dorne, Capital City, Glory Avenue."

He Yan: "...On the Avenue of Glory, there is only one place that can be called a residential area, the residence of Lord Tamos."

Kyle: “That’s the guy.”

He Yan was calm, "I understand, you want to track down the garbage in Duke Su's mansion--"

If it were another human being, they might not be able to say such words so calmly.

But it did.

Although it felt that if it encountered such a thing many, many years ago when it was still a human, it would probably be difficult for it to be as calm as it is now.

He Yan: "Do you know how the items you want to track will be classified?"

Kyle: “…It’s food.”

The guy said it was poisonous.

Kyle: “But it could also be hazardous waste.”

He Yan nodded, his eyes flickering, "From the local domestic waste disposal management regulations--"

Kyle interrupted it impatiently, "Give me the coordinates."

He Yan silently sent him a coordinate, "As for which division of the base it is in, it depends on...how His Excellency the Duke classified it."

Theoretically, it could also try to hack into the mansion's security system and retrieve surveillance footage to see what exactly happened.

But it also knew that the person in front of it did not like this self-assertive proposal.

As for the situation at the Duke of Ole's home, even if she didn't install surveillance or turn on the relevant equipment, she should have a neurally connected intelligent brain.

He Yan didn't think he would lose to a mere small matrix.

But winning doesn't mean anything.

He Yan thought about it while sending out other data. "This is the transportation schedule for the relevant stations. You can make an inference based on the time you obtained the information."

Kyle ignored it, closed the window and disappeared.

He Yan didn't move.

It stood there motionless like a bionic man with a power outage, and was in no hurry to leave the palace, as if it had anticipated that something would happen next.

About two minutes passed.

Kyle is back.

"...Come here for a moment."

Kyle grabbed its arm, and the man and the machine disappeared again.

Soon, they appeared in the Taymos galaxy tens of millions of light years away.

On a satellite at the border of the galaxy, in a base wrapped in layers of isolation filters, there are hundreds of large garbage disposal stations used to destroy specific categories of hazardous items.

The radiation level in the base exceeds the standard, so there is no one operating there, only robots working here.

Kyle stood at the door of the control center and pointed to the processing stations in the distance. "Do a full spectrum scan."

He Yan was silent for a few seconds. "It's done. But there are many possibilities. If I trace it further in reverse, I might be able to find all the non-recyclable items from the Duke's mansion."

It wasn't sure Kyle would tolerate such an invasion of privacy.

Kyle was also silent for a while, then he turned on the computer and showed it a picture, being careful not to let it see other chat content.

—As if it would actually be interested in that.

He Yan thought, "Found it."

This fantastic adventure in the garbage dump soon came to an end.

He Yan looked at the packaging bag in the emperor's hand with an expressionless face.

It is an industrial-grade impermeable material, and the box inside is also food-grade plastic.

Moreover, it can be seen from the light microscope scanning results that the food boxes were probably kept in a sterile environment before being filled with those delicate foods.

Although it is used to hold garbage, the quality of the material is better than that of most restaurant takeout boxes.

As a result, the dessert looks like something freshly baked and carefully packaged, rather than something that is about to be disposed of.

However, collisions during transportation caused several of the snacks to break.

Kyle slowly opened the lunch box and stared at the contents.

Under the operation of some force, the fragments of the dessert gathered together again, as if time was flowing backwards, and pieced together a complete and beautiful shape.

Snow-white round cakes, stacked layers of puff pastry, and square jelly, translucent and sparkling.

Yes.

——The only super S-class in the universe, he used his unpredictable abilities to restore some poisonous food that was damaged during transportation.

The beautiful pastry was suspended at the man's fingertips.

He looked at them thoughtfully, not in a hurry to touch or taste them.

Kyle turned his head, "Why are you still here?"

He Yan felt that this was probably an attempt to drive people away, rather than simply wanting to know the answer.

But it still answered, "If you need a deep scan analysis of their makeup?"

"No, you can go now."

"Your Majesty, I cannot travel back and forth across tens of millions of light years in a few seconds."

Kyle waved his hand silently and sent the mechanical body away from the garbage dump.

……

Night has fallen in Dorne's capital city.

Su Yao was lying dead in the training room.

She lay on the ground with her tail curled behind her back and her arms outstretched. As her bones took shape and her fur faded, her two claws gradually turned back into human hands.

"Saturday!"
Su Yao was going to take a nap. "Cancel the instruction of 'asking me questions about addition and subtraction within ten every minute and calling the divine therapist team if I answer incorrectly or don't answer'. Thank God I'm not crazy yet."

In fact, she just wanted to try whether she could conjure up claws.

But perhaps because she had never lost control, even though she was awake, her awakening had not made much progress.

Forget it.

Su Yao decided to put it first.

She was too lazy to go to the bedroom, and was even too lazy to let the robot move her. She just lay on the ground, ready to sleep until she woke up naturally.

The optical brain vibrated.

This particular alert tone was a message from Kyle.

She sat up slowly, walked sleepily through the protective barrier of the inner field, and picked up the laptop outside.

Kyle actually sent a voice request.

Su Yao answered, "What's wrong?"

A deep, rich, and pleasant male voice came from the optical brain, "...I'm eating dessert."

Su Yao: "Hmm?"

“…a little sweet and a little bitter, but mostly sweet to me.”*
(End of this chapter)