+ When Riemanlus was reporting to me, he made me an imaginative proposal. ＋

+ At first, I was even a little surprised by this: because Riemanlus never took the initiative to express anything in his heart to me, and he was accustomed to listening to my commands instead of giving me feedback or telling me what he was thinking. ＋

+ You know, that gives me a certain freshness. ＋

[Do you hate this novelty?] 】

+ Nasty? Why hate: Am I a tyrant in my daughter's eyes who only blocks the way of speech? ＋

[I've never thought of it that way, but you don't really listen to ideas from me, or the other genotypes, do you: after all, you spend only a few people with most of the genoplasms that add up to that long.] 】

[Or, whether as a father or as a king, whether Riemanlus is your son or your right-hand man, it is a sad thing in itself that you should be surprised by the advice that came from him. 】

As he spoke, Morgan stretched out a hand, feeling the cold wind from high altitude bypassing the golden light around the emperor, caressing her wrists and earlobes: following the direction of the wind, the Lord of Avalon could see far away even more than the borders of any small country on Terra in ancient times.

And at the end of her vision, she saw the sun hanging over the firmament of the Holy Terra in an extremely rare way, and the heavy dark clouds had dispersed, and it was a rare sunny day: the already golden and splendid Terra Palace, under the sunlight, was like a divine light from heaven, enveloping itself, the city at its feet, and the undulating mountains around it, and the huge phantom of the heavenly beast even reflected in the distant Altai Mountains.

It was both the starting point of the Emperor's conquest of the world and a natural memorial to a great battle: it is said that the Emperor's first army died there, or somewhere.

+ You shouldn't blame me, my daughter. ＋

The Lord of Humanity was silent for a moment before he replied loudly, and he walked in front of Morgan, leading his daughter through the labyrinth of rare alien vegetation and marble statues next to the square, slowly walking through them, they did not encounter any outsiders along the way, but close to the fragile walls, there was the sound of the Praetorian squad patrolling back and forth and breathing.

It's just that the most powerful warriors don't seem to be aware of this conversation that is only separated by a wall.

+ You think that I have been ignoring your voices, but when will I be able to listen to your thoughts one by one: just as you have more than forty company commanders under you, how can you ensure that the serious and absurd ideas that arise from them at any time and place are satisfied? ＋

[I am not satisfied, father, but even the least appreciated company commanders under my command may meet me alone every three or five days at most during the ordinary hours when there are no expeditions or special combat missions, and I will listen to them. 】

[Even though this kind of meeting itself may not have any substantive effect, it does not mean that I will stop this kind of behavior in the future, because the very act of listening and communicating is its value.] 】

+ So when you're on an expedition, when you're in Terra, as you are now, and part of the company commander is in Avalon, will you still be able to do that? ＋

[I can't do it.] 】

+ I can't do it either. ＋

The emperor's finger pressed on the eagle statue beside him and adjusted.

+ Among your brothers, there are those who don't want to see me at all, and those who do not want to meet me will only make everything worse, and most of those who can meet me are bothered by wars and expeditions: the meeting of father and son is nothing compared to the countless human beings who are being ravaged by aliens and wars. ＋

The emperor turned around and took a deep look at his daughter, his golden pupils filled with a serious brilliance, which made Morgan bow his head respectfully: whenever the Lord of Humanity became serious, the Lord of Avalon would not dare to confront him in the open.

+ You speak a simple truth, which I do understand, but the conditions of reality do not allow me to practice it: therefore, when I receive the advice of Riemanlus, I think it with the utmost seriousness, because it is precious enough. ＋

【……】

"That's the best, father. 】

Morgan bowed his head respectfully, and this apparent obedience made the Lord of Mankind nod for it: after some point before, the Emperor no longer had the luxury of making Morgan a confidant like Horus or Dorne, and it seemed to him that this daughter could communicate with him in a cooperative manner, which was already a good result.

After all, Morgan was the only Primordial who could communicate with the Emperor on some intimate matter, an extreme advantage that none of her blood relatives could have: Conrad could, but he was still too crazy, so crazy that the Emperor still didn't trust him enough in his heart.

With this relationship in place, the Emperor doesn't mind his daughter keeping a little secret of her own: the Lord of Avalon is already a good guy compared to some of Morgan's brothers.

+ Okay, so let's talk about that proposal from Riemanrus. ＋

The Emperor randomly picked the edge of a flowerbed at the right height and sat down, his golden armor making the whole bush gleam, while the Lord of Avalon stood in front of him, his hands behind his back, quietly listening to his father's words.

The Lord of Humanity still has that solemn face.

His first words were like a thunderbolt on the ground.

+ Tell me, my daughter: do you want to be a war commander? ＋

【……？！ 】

Morgan didn't respond, because when the words broke into her mind, the Lord of Avalon could only instinctively blink his eyes as a symbol of sluggishness in his mind.

What do you mean...... Commander? 】

+ Yes, Warlord, that rumor in the Great Expedition: Tell me Morgan, do you want to be the Warlord of the Empire? ＋

【……】

Morgan took a deep breath.

It wasn't for her that she had guessed that the Emperor wanted to discuss with her about the War Commander, but he never imagined that his father would be so ...... Straightforward way.

……

Is this the mastery level of the Lord of Mankind without a forbidden army?

Morgan sighed fiercely.

[If I say that I want to be a war commander, how will you respond?] 】

＋…… ＋

The Emperor raised his eyebrows, and Morgan's answer seemed to surprise him, as if he had never imagined that Morgan's true desire to become a war commander would happen, and in those golden pupils, there seemed to be a few impulses to modify the language, but soon, the Lord of Mankind wisely gave up this delusion.

So he replied to his daughter in the simplest, most brutal, most straightforward, most effective, and most suitable for this kind of [private occasion].

+ If you tell me that you want to be a commander, then I will try to dispel this idea: I will give you some special compensation, or give you a more satisfactory position, but that's all. ＋

+ From the beginning, I didn't intend for you to be a battle commander. ＋

【…… Why? 】

Although he had known it for a long time, a trace of unwillingness still crossed Morgan's heart: the competitiveness from the depths of the soul of the original gene had the upper hand in Morgan's heart for a short time at the moment of hearing the emperor's words.

The emperor was still indifferent.

+ Because you're not fit to be a war commander, my daughter. ＋

+ In fact, most of your brothers are not fit to be a commander, not because you are not good enough, but because your abilities are not in this area, making you a commander is like carving a statue with a good sword. ＋

+ Feasible, but not suitable. ＋

As he spoke, the Emperor pointed to the statue of the eagle that he had just adjusted: the winged stone bird of prey seemed to be even more ferocious.

+ That would be a waste, I'm tired of this senseless waste, and you deserve to be in a more fitting place, my daughter Morgan. ＋

【……】

+ Before that, I had been tormented by the position in which you should be placed: but the success of Riemannus's proposal reminded me. ＋

As he spoke, the Emperor laughed, and he spoke very quickly. It was also wrapped in unquestionable identification, like a meteorite rain, constantly bombarding Morgan's mind, so that the Lord of Avalon passively accepted his ideas, and could not even find time to raise objections.

But then again, this kind of rough and straightforward speech is unusually suitable for the Lord of Mankind, because when he is serious and solemnly tells something, his voice and temperament, majesty and face cannot make anyone say "no".

Even Morgan is the same.

The Lord of Avalon could only acquiesce, making every word that came out of the emperor's mouth an unshakable fact.

[Riemanrus's proposal? Is it the Commander Committee he proposed? 】

+ Yes, he told me that he discussed it with you, and you did not disagree with him in a clear position, but I would like to hear your thoughts again, and then I will tell you what I think. ＋

The Emperor shifted his seat, looking like he was really waiting for Morgan's words.

【……】

"I think you'd better tell me what you think, father.] 】

[After all, I have never considered this matter from the perspective of the entire empire, and my current thoughts are not much to rely on. 】

+ Okay. ＋

The Lord of Mankind is as good as he is, and he doesn't care if it's Morgan's humility or not.

+ Riemannus's proposal gave me a little new inspiration: before that, my vision for the commander was to take over my position in the Great Expedition, but it was only after talking to your brother that I realized a problem. ＋

【Which question?】 】

+ Actually, I am not alone in charge of the current Great Expedition: I have the Palm Seals, and I have the assistance of the entire War Council, although they do not play a decisive role, but without them, the war machine of the entire Great Expedition would not be able to operate so smoothly, especially the Palm Seal, who is the actual controller of the Empire at the moment. ＋

【…… Truly. 】

+ And the commander, as my replacement, is missing this. ＋

The Lord of Humanity narrowed his eyes, and he looked directly at his daughter. Speak clearly and clearly, those words that can be called highly confidential, and just like that, they are spoken in this empty and cold garden labyrinth.

+ I don't need to say it, you can also know that the reason why I set up a commander and quit the Great Expedition is to return to Terra to carry out that great project, and after I return to Terra, I will choose a legion from the Astarte Legion to be my Terra Praetorian Guard, and the War Council will be dissolved and reorganized into the Council of Terra. ＋

【……】

[Terra Praetorian Guard? Terra Council? 】

Morgan whispered these two words, her brow furrowed as they made the Lord of Avalon feel instinctively unpleasant.

Not for any other reason: because even Morgan had to admit that the current system of the Great Expedition was actually the most suitable for the Human Empire, or in other words, the most suitable for the fragile and sensitive hearts of the genetic protogens.

And once the appearance of the [Terra Praetorian Guard] that guards Terra, or the Terra Council that replaces the war council dominated by the genetic protogen, it will undoubtedly shatter the current balance.

What's more, they will undoubtedly shatter the fragile psychological defenses and dignity balance between some of the genetic primitives: among other things, the Terra Praetorian Guard, who can defend the emperor and the imperial capital, is undoubtedly a being that can loom above the primordials, and even many legions.

Good, another commander.

You know, after all, the battle commander is only the honor of the original body, and the Terra Praetorian Guard, listening to the emperor's meaning, is about the honor of a legion: this is much more serious than the honor of the original body.

As for the Council of Terra......

[Is there anything wrong with the current war council, father, why do you want to reorganize, and how do you plan to reorganize? 】

The second question is more critical, and the emperor has no intention of hiding it.

Strange to say, the communication between the Lord of Mankind and his only daughter, though far less intimate and warm than that between him and some of his sons, was more frank and more important: the words they exchanged between them were enough to cause an earthquake in the genetic primordial.

For example, the next sentence.

+ Fundamentally, nothing will change much, the duties of the Council of Terra will be the same as those of the Council of War, except that the seats belonging to the genetic protogens will be thrown away from the original Council of War: the Council of Terra will be governed entirely by mortals, and Machado will be its president. ＋

【……】

[Throw away the genetic protoplasm, why? 】

It took almost all of Morgan's endurance to suppress the sharpness in her voice, for she could not understand the rationale for such a suicidal political move: especially when it came from the mouth of the emperor.

You must know that the War Council is the supreme command body of the Great Expedition on the surface, second only to the Throne, and although the Gene Prototype has never actually been involved in more things within the War Council, they have always been an unshakable part of this Council.

But now, the emperor wants to throw his heirs out of the war council, and even go so far as to reorganize a Terra council: the genetic protogens of the various Astarte regiments, which are the main force of the Great Expedition, have been removed from the supreme command structure of the Great Expedition?

The political implication behind this is enough to set off an apocalypse-level storm in the officialdom of the entire empire.

And more importantly: why did the emperor do this?

Turning the Council of Terra into a purely mortal governing body?

But the current war council is essentially a mortal rule: the genetic protogens who are fighting abroad cannot come back to participate in this council at all, they are only in name, and the only power that is used on a large scale is the right to refuse the various articles of the council.

There is no harm in leaving the Gene Prototypes behind, but if they were to be abandoned, it would be a real political disaster: if nothing else, after being removed from the Supreme Command Body of the Great Expedition, the Gene Prototypes and their legions have effectively become subordinate bodies of the Terra Council.

Put the Genogenoids under a group of mortal lords?

Morgan felt he couldn't come up with a more explosive idea.

She opened her mouth, only to feel an inexplicable dryness between her tongue, so she licked her lips with great effort before she could barely squeeze out the next sentence.

[But, Father, you have eliminated us from the supreme authority of the Great Far Army, so what position should we and our legions be in within the framework of this human empire? 】

＋…… ＋

The Emperor's eyes narrowed, and instead of an immediate response, he looked at his daughter with amusement.

+ You don't seem to have any opinion about being removed from the War Council: don't forget that you're also a member of the protogen. ＋

[It's just a fictitious job. 】

The Lord of Avalon spread his hands indifferently.

[Big deal, I'll go back to Avalon.] 】

[But you must know, father: there are not many people in the original body who are as open-minded as me, and although some of your heirs usually disdain the orders of the War Council, if you want to deprive them of their position in it, it will cause a few unnecessary waves. 】

+ I never said that I would deprive you of your place in the Empire. ＋

The Emperor laughed, and he spread out a hand, his words filled with confidence.

+ This is a very simple truth, you see: both the Terra Praetorian Guard and the formation of the Terra Council will be after I return to Terra and leave the Great Expedition, and by that time, the position of War Commander has already been finalized, and he will take my place in the Great Expedition. ＋

+ In other words, all armed forces, including each primordial and legion, are under the jurisdiction of the War Commander, and as a substitute for me, the position of War Commander is itself equal to the Council of Terra, and although he will be subject to the Council of Terra, the Council itself does not override his power. ＋

[However, they can restrict the position of war marshal from some soft power through conditions such as supply, logistics, and publicity: I have to remind you, father, that the position of war marshal can never replace your position in the Great Expedition, because he can never become the number one in the political field of the empire. 】

+ Not a serious problem, Morgan, let's believe in Machado's abilities, he won't let the relationship between the Council of Terra and the Warlord go so far. ＋

The Emperor waved his hand, skimming Morgan's warning with a brief smile.

+ And since the Warlord will be the head of all the armed forces of the Empire, then the Primordial will naturally be under his command: therefore, I will separate the Primordial from the War Council, because they and the War Council will henceforth be subordinate to the two systems and will not interfere with each other. ＋

[But in essence, it's also a kind of debasement, isn't it?] 】

[We have gone from being at the same level as the War Council to being subordinate to the War Commander below the War Council, and although I myself have no opinion on this deployment, some of my brothers don't think so. 】

+ I'll take care of that. ＋

The Emperor waved his hand.

+ Before I leave the Great Expedition. ＋

There's more to it than that, father. 】

Morgan scoffed.

[Besides, how can you be sure that the relationship between the Warlord and the Council of Terra can be reconciled: Machado is indeed trustworthy, but what about the Warlord, don't forget, the Warlord you are expecting is about to break out into a not-so-beautiful conflict with your honorable Palm Seal.] 】

[The direct cause and root cause of this conflict are all you. 】

＋…… ＋

[Moreover, even if we assume that Horus and Machado are both righteous people, but a commander who is only in charge of the military field, and the Council of Terra, who is far away from the front line of the Great Expedition, the coordination between them will be disastrous.] 】

[When the commander encounters a political matter that is not within his jurisdiction, does he want to send these matters to the Terra Council, and then wait for the Terra Council to come all the way to solve the problem: between these two short words, there will be a gap of four or five days or even four or five months, a disastrous efficiency problem, isn't it? 】

[Don't tell me, you didn't think about this?] 】

+ Of course I realized. ＋

+ Even if I didn't realize it before, after talking to Riemanrus, I already realized it. ＋

+ The problem you are talking about is true, Morgan, the position of Warlord is itself crippled, because he lacks a strong bridge between him and the Council of Terra, a strong enough position and support that will not compete with him, but will share his problems with him. ＋

+ The one who lacks his palm print. ＋

【……】

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

As the Emperor slowly stood up as he spoke his words, the Lord of Avalon suddenly had a bad feeling, the last time she had felt this way was when a Caliban lion patted her on the shoulder and threw her a stack of papers that would drive Cosswayne crazy.

And now, step by step, the genetic father of a certain Caliban lion came to her, patting her on the shoulder with the same affection: his other hand said that he did not hold the papers, but seemed to be holding something more terrible.

+ A political manager of the Great Expedition, a man who is enough to assist my commander, someone who does not need to be selected. ＋

+ This position, out of all the genoplasms, is a multiple-choice question. ＋

+ Isn't it, my daughter. ＋

【……】

The Emperor curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and he tried to make himself look as kind as possible.

+ an Overseer. ＋

+ a Chief of the General Staff. ＋

+ A Commander's Palm Sealer. ＋

+ Secretary General of a Great Expedition. ＋

+ Or the chief prosecutor of a great expedition, or whatever. ＋

【……】

The Emperor patted Morgan on the shoulder

+ Which of these do you prefer? My daughter? ＋

【……】

——————

"Can't I like it all, father?" 】

Morgan gave a flattering smile to the emperor rather rarely, and her face was a little pale.

And the Lord of Humanity shook his head firmly, ruthlessly.

+ Like I said, Morgan, this is a multiple-choice question, a position that doesn't need to be elected, but a position that needs to be chosen: you better make your choice early. ＋

+ After all...... ＋

+ Long pain is better than short pain, isn't it? ＋

The Emperor laughed.

Morgan had never felt that his smile was so terrifying, so invincible.

If the last paragraph is garbled, refresh it.,Today's plot is a temporary extra point.

(End of chapter)