Convincing Johnson and Riemanruth was much easier than Morgan had imagined.

Specifically, when the Spider Empress only revealed a slight hint about the fifth brother in the operation, the other two Legion Masters easily approved of Morgan's division plan.

Neither Johnson nor Riemanlus seemed surprised by the existence of the Alpha or the Twentieth Legion: that alone was enough to surprise Morgan.

Her brothers, it seems, weren't completely ignorant.

A sigh of emotion slipped silently through Morgan's mind, and quickly indulged in the almost never-ending thoughts of the genetic protogen, the silvery throne was empty enough to accommodate the Spider Queen's long contemplations that lasted for hours or even days.

Away from Avalon, and away from the affairs of the Far Eastern Frontier for a while, Morgan had plenty of time to think and reason, often spending more than a dozen hours on the throne until her handmaidens, or the high-ranking officers of the Dawnbreaker Legion, broke the silence by an audience for various reasons.

Other than that, there are very few things that can attract Morgan's attention, after all, her status is so noble, and everyone on this ship has their own duty, not to mention, after that bloody riot, silence and depression have become the main theme of the fleet, and everyone is used to not thinking about more things.

But even so, there are always some surprises in life: there are always a few minorities whose noble status gives them a lot of free time to consume, and whose abilities are so strong that they do not need to worry about the consequences of all kinds of outrageous behavior, so that they will disturb others as a hobby, even a sacred cause.

Unfortunately, there is such a person on the Aura: but for Morgan, this is another fortunate thing, because she really needs an unusually active listening object now.

So, when Conrad took it upon himself to push open the door to the throne room again, the Spider Queen simply silently accepted Conrad's negligence: after all, some Midnight Wraith was supposed to be spying on Alpha right now.

"You look out of shape."

With a rhythmic footstep, the Nostramo stepped lightly across the intricately patterned floor of the throne room: these works of art made of silver, white, and black, and depicted with golden fine lines, were designed by Morgan himself, the product of a combination of Celtic knots and mandalas, and when they were depicted in different forms and hundreds of thousands of the same area, a complex web of kaleidoscopes of intricacies, It will make the whole picture look like a vast group of stars full of dangerous traps, which will shock the soul.

Under the impact of such visual effects, it is ensured that everyone who steps into this room will subconsciously be cautious and awe-inspiring, so their innermost thoughts will also be clearly revealed in the pupils of the Spider Empress who is high on the throne.

This was especially effective against mortals and Astarte warriors, but Conrad was a surprise and he had never been afraid of it: in fact, as Midnight Wraith had been on the Ashore Goddess for longer and longer, he seemed to have come to see the massive ship as his second home.

In the vast majority of cases, the genetic protogens of the Eighth Legion are walking atop the Dawnbreaker Legion's flagship in a joyous manner, ramming or teasing everyone on board with an almost reckless fearlessness: like a schooling student.

He seemed so happy, and perhaps, it was time for him to face this cruel society: many times, Morgan would have such thoughts in his mind.

But today, she really didn't feel the mood like this: the illusion that encompassed the long battle made the Spider Queen feel so exhausted that she didn't even have the heart to draw some sinful pleasure from others.

She was so tired, not to mention, she had to face the problems she had been running away from: these questions were bloodily placed in front of her in the illusion, and she knew that her heart would somehow continue to be exhausted until she solved them.

The exhaustion was so torturous that Morgan began to think seriously about the possibility of asking Conrad for advice.

Well, ask Conrad for help......

If it had been a few years ago, she would have suspected that she had gone insane.

The genogen felt a bitter smile in her heart, and she glanced out of the corner of her eye at Conrad, who was ordering food from Virgo: Midnight Ghost had no interest in Morgan's afternoon tea culture, but he was still happy to visit his sister and rely on their blood relationship to prostitute a little snack for nothing.

Everybody likes to prostitute for nothing.

[Shouldn't you be with our Lord Alpha right now, Conrad. 】

Morgan spoke, and Midnight Ghost scratched his long hair.

"The Alpha Lord has shown some interest in the arena, so I took the opportunity to let the Bayar and them take my place, and I could find time to come back to you: you can always trust the abilities of this heir of yours, right?"

【……】

[Then do you have any questions, you need to come back to me specifically.] 】

"Two questions."

Conrad walked over to the chair closest to the throne and carefully patted the non-existent dust on it before he sat down: in fact, the chairs were almost all half-new, because almost no one would sit before Morgan's throne except for very rare, informal, large meetings.

[Say it.] 】

Conrad cocked up his finger.

"First question, who is that Alpha: I mean, I always felt that he should be related to us somewhat, and I smelled that familiar smell in him, but I didn't hear that new brother was returning, and your attitude towards him didn't seem like you were treating a brother."

[Then what do you think I will do with my brother?] 】

"Hmm...... More straightforward? ”

Midnight Ghost paused, licking his teeth, as if he didn't really want to delve into the topic, and Morgan replied with a soft snort: an affirmation of Conrad's sensitive mind.

[Do you know what they say about the Twentieth Legion?] 】

Seizing this opportunity, Genogen decided to conduct a random test against his younger brother.

Midnight Ghost replied like a stream

"Of course, as far as I've learned about the Great Expedition before, the Twentieth Legion is considered a non-existent legion by many people, while others see them as an almost ghostly unit, and the resume of this legion is very strange, because there are so few of them, and they are abnormal."

[There is more than one legion that hovers out of the public eye, Conrad. 】

"Of course I know, what I mean is: whether it's the White Scar, the Dark Angel, or the former Holy Blood Angel, although it is true that there are not many copywriting reports mentioning them, but there is a reason for that, and they have their own difficulties, but the Twentieth Legion is different, and their scarcity of information seems to be deliberate."

[Or is this the main part of their tactics: hiding and lurking?] 】

"Pretty much right."

Morgan snapped her fingers, and the corners of her mouth showed a rare smile of unusually sincerity, which was the same joy she felt for her brother's successful conjecture.

[The number of twenty legions is limited after all, so each legion must represent an art of war as much as possible: in this case, there will definitely be legions that will symbolize espionage operations and underground work. 】

“……”

"And what does your legion stand for?"

[Future wars.] 】

“…… What about my legion? ”

[The Future of War. 】

“……”

"Is this perfunctory?"

[No, that's the answer.] 】

“……”

Conrad nodded: after getting Morgan's affirmation, his next conjecture also became smoother, although the Midnight Ghost may not be a good thinker at all, but he is still a genetic protogen, as long as he is subjectively diligent enough, his brain can still parse most of the secrets in the galaxy.

What restricts these emperors' heirs has never been ability, but attitude.

"Since the Twentieth Legion is a legion that prefers covert operations, then considering the connection and similarity between the genetic prototype and the Astarte Legion, it is possible that our alpha brother, like his heir, is a person with a special talent for concealment?"

"In that case, the guy who can fight with me in the shadows for half an hour and then take the initiative to show up is indeed our brother, but he can also not be our brother, because this uncertainty itself is his talent."

[Just like your innate sense of justice and bloody art: a unique gift.] 】

Conrad snorted, and in the face of the habitual taunt of Morgan's words, Midnight Ghost had learned to take it lightly.

"But now, he's using this talent against us: it's clear that he's not being honest with us, Morgan, and I don't have enough security and trust in him, even though he might be our brother."

Conrad shook his head, and he seemed to sigh.

"So, I think we should be wary of him next: you think so too, that's why you put him in my bedroom. So much so that I had to go to the back office and order a bunk bed? ”

[Bear with me for two days, I don't like this guy either, but he's essential. 】

"I will."

Midnight Ghost licked his lips, and in these really serious matters, he had already learned to restrain the banter in his character, an attitude that satisfied Morgan.

[And what about the second question?] 】

The Spider Empress dissipated the gloom of her mind a little as she leaned back on her throne and looked at her brother: but then, with her words, a light called "Eagerness" appeared in the depths of Conrad's pupils.

This made Morgan feel a little uncomfortable.

“……”

【……】

“……”

#诺斯特拉莫式笑容#

【…… Second question, Conrad? 】

"Ah, of course, I have a second problem: in fact, that's what I really care about, and alpha is just a minor issue."

The Midnight Ghost laughed exaggeratedly.

【……】

[That...... What do you want to ask? 】

"It's simple."

Conrad complied, then left his seat, laughing all the way to Morgan, who was sitting on the throne, until the heat in his mouth could blow on Morgan's arm.

"Tell me, my desolate sister, what did you see in that dream that made you appear so troubled now: it really makes me curious."

【……】

[Does this have anything to do with you? 】

"It's a big deal."

In a pompousness that bordered on an operatic tone, Conrad screamed.

"The Great War is imminent, but the Legion's genetic protogen, the most important commander of the fleet, is so absent-minded: as the champion swordsman of the Dawnbreaker Legion, shouldn't I care about this serious question?"

【……】

“……”

"Ahem, just ......"

"For the emperor?"

——————

"Your tea, sir."

Virgo whispered to her Creator, and her strange gaze followed Morgan to the other side: across the small round table, the Midnight Ghost was gleefully engaged in activities such as setting up tea sets and dragging chairs, and in Morgan's memory, he had never been so energetic.

How much does this guy want to see her jokes?

Morgan felt a little depressed: because the elation on Midnight Ghost's face, and the bright excitement of "you're finally deflated", were completely undisguised, and he openly wanted to see Morgan's jokes.

"You know, Morgan, after more than ten years of your persuasion, I have long wanted to find a time to [repay] you: you are willing to come to me to confide in my heart, which really touches me."

Conrad pressed the key heavily on the word [repay], and even at the end of this paragraph, he pretended to cry twice, but these acting skills have been exaggerated to the point of unbearable.

"But seriously, after so many years of getting along, I still can't imagine what kind of things can make you so bothered as you are now: in my eyes, you seem to have always been the powerful pressure on the ideological field."

As he spoke, Conrad dragged a chair, and he sat opposite Morgan, leaning forward, his dark pupils flashing with excitement, and he stared at the Spider Queen's face, not allowing Morgan to dodge even the slightest.

"Tell me, what the hell are you bothered about?"

【……】

Morgan lowered her eyelids, of course she couldn't tell Conrad all the causes and consequences of the incident, after all, these things were beyond the scope of Midnight Wraith's current understanding and ability, he couldn't help, he would only be distressed in vain.

So Morgan ended up asking a somewhat vague question.

[Conrad. 】

"I'm here."

The respondent hummed excitedly.

[If you encounter a problem: this problem seems to be affected by your ability or even solved, but in fact, because it will involve a longer, longer and more complex state of affairs behind it, your solution is only temporary after all, and cannot completely make things as you want, and may even make you fall into it. 】

What should you do?. 】

“……”

Conrad's eyes narrowed, Morgan's question was a little too general.

"Well, to understand it the way I am, it is: you are now facing a problem beyond your ability, this problem is something you have to face, but you can't stop it fundamentally, you can only temporarily affect it."

[After all, the future is not in our hands, is it?] 】

[I don't know what the future will look like with this issue, so I'm afraid of failure because that will leave me with nothing, and even worse.] 】

"Are you timid?"

[Yes.] 】

“……”

【……】

Conrad's eyes narrowed, neither he nor Morgan spoke immediately, the two genotypes stared at each other and were silent for a long time, until the hot tea on the table had gradually solidified and cooled.

"Would you like to hear my answer, Morgan?"

【……】

[Hmm.] 】

"Actually, not long ago, I thought about the same question as you."

What is it? 】

"The question is, what the hell am I going to do with Nostramo? Or every similar world I encountered in the future expedition: in fact, the latter sentence is even more important, because the world of Nostramo is too special. ”

【……】

[Have you thought of a way?] 】

"Not yet."

"It's just...... There is a route. ”

[Let's talk about it.] 】

"Hmm."

The voices of the two sisters and brothers were a little low at this time, but they seemed extremely sincere, as if mortal blood relatives were communicating with each other about a trivial matter.

"My general idea is to break up the existing interest groups, build a better relations of production, educate and educate the people about some of the more advanced political and livelihood ideas, and finally, leave enough violent forces to oversee this: when everything is on the right track, I will withdraw these violent forces to prevent the political system from becoming a police state."

"Of course, in addition to that, I think the core of my kingdom should be a sufficiently capable monitoring system, or even several monitoring systems that monitor each other, is also necessary: the monitoring itself needs to be checked."

"That's about it."

【…… Somewhat naïve. 】

"I'm not you: don't be too me in this regard."

[I won't be too harsh, I'm just a little confused: what if the old conservative forces come back after your violent forces are gone, or will the new ruling class still fall into decay and degeneration?] 】

"It's inevitable."

Conrad smiled bitterly.

"This is also the point where my problem is in common with yours, isn't it: such a future is not under our control, we can only solve our immediate problems temporarily, and the fall of mortals, and the re-corruption of the world, is something that we are not destined to fully grasp: if we keep our eyes on the good of each world, then the Great Expedition will never be completed."

"But, I have an idea."

“…… How can I say it......"

"Now that I have dealt a heavy blow to the old clique, taught them the value of freedom, and made them feel the benefits of being masters of their own homes, and even given them the opportunity to take control of their own armed forces: after I have done all this, if they still cannot fight for their freedom and justice, but succumb to the new decay and wait for the next savior like me, it can only be said ......"

"They deserve it."

【……】

"After all, I can't stay in just one world for the rest of my life, can I?"

Conrad laughed.

"All I can do is spread freedom and justice to different worlds again and again, even if these good things can only be established in one of the worlds, then what I have done is not meaningless."

"And that's my answer to your question, Morgan."

"It's also the most important thing you've taught me."

"We're not omnipotent."

"Then we can do our best."

"My future is not pretty, but I only want ......"

"A conscience, a clear conscience."

(End of chapter)