[Okay, I'll go on with my sketch plan, father, but before then, I have one more thing to ask for. 】

[Can you tell me what you originally planned to do: in your original plan, what kind of imperial administrative system was you going to establish when you left the Great Expedition to coordinate the conflicts between Terra and the Legions, between the Primordial and the mortals?] 】

[In addition to setting up a commander, what kind of efforts have you made: Maybe I can refer to your wisdom to improve this humble plan of mine.] 】

＋…… ＋

【……】

【You...... You...... Efforts have been made......]

[Right?] 】

＋…… ＋

【……】

+ Let's talk about your plan first: Haven't you already had a draft ready? ＋

【……】

[Yes, Father.] 】

——————

+ So, let's get started. ＋

The voice of the Lord of Humanity was like a scepter striking on a heavy door, opening a noon conversation hidden in a private garden, with only the Emperor and the Genogenital: the fate of a million worlds will be completely reversed by this tea party between father and daughter.

+ Where to start first: from small to large or from large to small? ＋

[From big to small, politics is a pyramid, we must always build a good grassroots level, and the grassroots is always the largest one. 】

+ Then let's start with the galaxy first. ＋

The Emperor whispered, and he picked up the only item on the stone table, the fruit bowl: a myriad of rare fruits clustered in a metal pedestal that resembled a wide-mouthed cocktail glass, piled up like a dragon's treasure mountain.

The Lord of Humanity grasped the stem and raised it upward, and the valuable alien crops were tossed into the air, and just before they were caught by gravity, a pale golden arc flashed in the Emperor's pupils. The sturdy metal glass in his palm obediently turned into a long shiny serpent, flowing like mercury onto the table, expanding unbridled along the tiny textures.

In the blink of an eye, it was dotted with stars, shining brightly, and tens of millions of dazed flashes of light jumped on it, as if trapping a starry sky: thick silver hearts, pale yellow silver cores, and thin silver plates appeared one after another, and even the silver halo like a dust atmosphere was floating under Morgan's snort before he knew it.

It was only then that the fruits that had been stagnant in mid-air began to fall one after another, rolling down into the Milky Way, taking their place: the largest and sturdiest one came to the west-central position, representing the Sun and Terra, and the smaller ones had their own duties, some symbolizing the home planets of the Legion, such as Caliban, Baal, and Chemos, while others symbolized the important worlds, such as Reza, Triple Farr, and Betangamon.

And in this fruity milky way, there are only two blank spaces that make people feel a little worried, and that is the eastern part of the land, which symbolizes the five hundred worlds and Avalon, for which the emperor is like a trick, turning out two new fruits from his fingertips.

One is a mango: the Lord of Mankind just pinched it lightly and pinched it into neat little squares, tired to the corner of the table, and turned into countless bright stars, as the prosperity of the Great Otrama Star District.

+ Do you know what mangoes generally represent? My daughter.

The Emperor's voice rang out, and Morgan smiled back with a tacit smile.

[Single-mindedness: Although it is often used to refer to the description of love, at this point in time, it is indeed an appropriate way to use this word to describe Killiman: he is indeed deeply in love with Otrama. 】

+ But this is not the case with other things: I have given Gilliman a multi-threaded and multi-faceted brain that would be a sad waste if he focused too much on one thing or a mission. ＋

You may be able to remind him. 】

+ Such things can only be realized by self-understanding, and in the dim time of regret, pain, loss, or regret, no matter how sincere and sincere the words of others are, they cannot enter the heart of a person like him. ＋

+ Growth is destined to be a long and painful thing, but each of them needs to grow, and no one can help them in this regard. ＋

+ The same with you, so do I. ＋

The emperor's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at the bright light that symbolized the five hundred worlds, and seemed to have some understanding, but in the next moment, he picked up the only fruit left in his hand: it was a bright red beauty, which undoubtedly symbolized Morgan's Far Eastern frontier.

+ Do you know what the pomegranate symbolizes? ＋

A bad smile appeared on the Lord of Humanity's face, but Morgan could only frown and shake his head: this was indeed a bit beyond her knowledge.

[I don't know, I haven't eaten it either.] 】

+ Then give it a try. ＋

The Emperor threw one of them to his daughter, and then scattered the rest on the stone table, giving the light, which was slightly dimmer than the five hundred worlds, symbolizing the Empire's burgeoning Far East.

+ By the way: pomegranates are generally considered to be a symbol of fertility and good fortune. ＋

+ Eat more and work hard. ＋

【……】

It was just a pomegranate that wasn't even the size of one of her eyelashes, but Morgan always felt like he was choking.

But with the combined efforts of near-perfect mentality and facial correction control, Morgan still picked up the tip of his tongue, threw the Nami pomegranate into the depths of his throat, and then focused all his eyes and attention on the table, this starry overlook of the Milky Way.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire human empire was nothing more than a handful of sand in the hands of her and the emperor, and they were left to rub and play with them at will.

It has to be said that this feeling can really be addictive to anyone.

So.

Where to start......

Morgan licked the corners of his mouth.

——————

Pomegranates are indeed delicious.

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[Now, let's make sure that our new system has a few overarching goals: limit time to the moment you leave the Great Expedition until you complete your dream network plan and return to the galaxy. 】

[During this time period, we will prioritize the following points. 】

[First of all, the Great Expedition must maintain its efficiency and not be disturbed by your departure: this means that the Primitives will continue to control the vast legions and fleets, and their military power will even continue to expand, because only the Genetic Prototype can complete the vast military mission of the Great Expedition, and mortals are powerless. 】

[Based on this, we must give the legions the respect of force, and the psychology of taking care of the various genetic agents: they are already sad because of your departure, and they are destined to be unable to withstand any more stimulation, and they have left your care......]

[How to say it......]

[From what you just said: growth is a long thing, and the Great Expedition ......]

[It's still too short-lived. 】

＋…… Truly. ＋

The Emperor nodded.

[Second, the power structure of the Empire will change after you leave, and mortals will take over the power that originally belonged to the Genetic Primitives: in the eyes of most Primitives.] This means that not only will they lose your company, but they will also lose their place in the Empire and be abandoned on the edge of the wild galaxy. 】

+ This is not the case. ＋

The emperor frowned, and his daughter just spread her hands innocently.

[You have to understand, father, that they are genetic prototypes, and they are qualified to define what they want to be true: it doesn't matter what the truth is, my brothers' subjectivity has always been able to force objective existence to distort it. 】

+ I won't let them do that. ＋

[But you're gone.] 】

Morgan raised a hand and gently gestured goodbye in midair, flapping his wings like an innocent bird.

[Leave now, thousands of miles away, there is no news, and you will mourn in vain. 】

＋…… ＋

[Remote command always has to pay a little price, father, as the old saying goes: the governor is in the grass, not above the temple, and the primordials must think so, they only believe in their own eyes. 】

＋…… ＋

The Emperor did not respond again.

Seeing this scene, Morgan grinned the corners of her mouth, revealing a petite smile, her fingers slowly swept across the galaxy, and her eyes became slightly serious: compared to the first two small fights, the next one is the highlight of everything.

[Well, the progress of the Great Expedition can be delayed slightly, the wave of mortal power is not so urgent, and the dignity of the original body and the honor of the legion can be appeased in each way: these are all solutions, but on this last point, you will never compromise. 】

The Lord of Avalon's eyes darkened.

Taxes. 】

[The question of taxation has always been the eternal death of a country, whether it is a dynasty or an indigenous, whether it is an empire or a republic, until now, it is the same, isn't it: any issue can be discussed, but not taxation. 】

Morgan's words were a little frivolous, and she threw a pretended lazy rhetorical question at her father, only to receive a serious, cold look from the emperor: it was clear that the emperor's insistence on this was stronger than Morgan had expected.

So, the Lord of Avalon could only sigh, and his finger rippled on the map of the galaxy, and continued.

[In general, the current financial expenditure of the empire is mainly divided into three categories: first, it is naturally to maintain the current Great Expedition, second, it is the daily operation of the various institutions and governments of the empire, and there are miscellaneous items of all sizes, such as infrastructure, disaster relief and subsidies, historical investigation and recycling, or special funds for the Mechanopathy. 】

[The third item is the most numerous, but also the most insignificant.] 】

[Or rather, we may quite say that the taxes of the Empire are partly used to stabilize our existing dominions, and partly to conquer more regions: on this basis, we have barely maintained a balance between income and expenditure, but the savings rate is pitifully low, and we will not see any signs of economic growth in the short term.] 】

[However, although our share of expenditure looks like that of the old feudal dynasties, there is no such ridiculous thing as an economic crisis in the empire because of the size and relations of production.] 】

[Originally, although this financial system could not be called a work of art, it operated smoothly until the end of the Great Expedition, and could even develop by virtue of its size and inertia: only now, you have to add an additional tax.] 】

[Channel.] 】

Morgan blinked.

[I'm still a little curious, father: how do you build that network that you have in mind to produce such a huge amount of material consumption, even if it is not inferior to the entire Great Expedition: Moreover, this is only your initial plan, not even counting the possible additional investment later. 】

+ You don't need to care about these things, and I won't tell you about them. ＋

[Why?] 】

+ Because I don't trust you yet. ＋

The Emperor said this with a flat face, and he looked at his daughter, and in an instant he defeated Morgan.

【…… Well, the topic continues. 】

Morgan's brow furrowed.

[Although I am really worried about the future financial situation of the Empire, you have been emphasizing to me just now that after your calculations with Your Excellency the Palm Sealer, the construction cost of the network project will not exceed the limit of the Empire's affordability: we only need to grit our teeth, and it is not enough to unload the grinding and killing the donkey, then our inference can continue. 】

[But first, let me remind you of one thing, father. 】

Morgan tapped the heavy halo at the center of the galaxy, and a brief moment of courage burned in her heart to meet the Lord of Humanity.

[All our current discussions are based on your promise: you guarantee that your network plan will be successful, you guarantee that the material consumption of network construction will not drag down the human empire, and you guarantee that after the success of your network plan, you will return to the real universe to solve the mess you left behind. 】

[On this basis, my plan can be implemented and completed.] 】

+You don't need to worry about that. ＋

Unlike the seriousness of his own daughter, the Lord of Mankind has a different kind of calmness and stability, and he sits upright on his stone chair, his eyebrows and eyes serene.

+ Whether or not I break my promise doesn't really have much to do with your system: if I fail, it's not a small problem like a system collapse that we need to worry about. ＋

【…… What will happen then? 】

+ I don't know. ＋

+ Maybe when the time comes, Luo Jia will be very happy: I always have a backup plan anyway. ＋

【…… Preferably so. 】

Morgan sighed.

Let's start with taxation. 】

The Lord of Avalon nodded to Holy Terra.

[There is a fact that we must admit, father, that is, the Council of Terra, led by the Palm Seal, may be in line with your dream of mortal rule, but at this stage, they cannot complete the work of raising and collecting taxes throughout the galaxy. 】

[It is true that Terra has cultivated hundreds of millions of qualified clerks in the past few decades, but the vast majority of them are used to maintain the daily operation of this empire, and the qualified people who can really be spread to the world of a million empires to carry out tax collection work are still far from enough compared to the actual needs. 】

[What's more, since you are going to collect taxes, it will inevitably trigger a series of serious follow-up effects.] The effects can even be so severe that your tax collectors have to take a whole fleet with them to persuade the loyal vassals of the empire to pay their taxes. 】

[And the cost of this coming and going may even exceed the tax they receive.] 】

[In addition to this, there are countless reasons that I have no time to mention: In short, I don't think it would be wise to leave the power of taxation to the mortal council alone. 】

+ So what do you want to do? ＋

Although the conclusion of the Lord of Avalon has more or less touched the red line in the emperor's heart, the Lord of Mankind at this moment is indeed maintaining a perfect state of listening, he has no sorrow or joy, but carefully weighs every word of Morgan in his heart.

[Separated.] 】

Morgan stretched out his finger and drew a crooked oval-shaped coil between the shining inner stars of the Milky Way and the faint outer halo.

[Divide the regions of the empire, separate the power of taxation, and divide it into two sections.] 】

[I think you must remember that in the ancient times of Terra, there was an empire called Rome. They have a similar kind of stewardship over the vast land under their command. 】

[For those areas that are rich, in the interior of the empire, have been conquered by the empire for a long time, and there is not much resistance, they will be handed over to the senate of the empire to take care of, and the main function of these areas is to pay all kinds of taxes for the empire, or to provide troops and war supplies for the legions on the front line. 】

[For those remote, relatively barren provinces, which are on the front line of the confrontation between enemy countries or barbarians, they are handed over to the generals appointed by the emperor to take care of: although these provinces also have tax requirements, but because of their barren and turbulent nature, the tax requirements will not be too right, and it is completely possible for a large number of local legions stationed in the local area to collect taxes part-time. 】

＋…… Let the legion collect taxes? ＋

[The sword of the Legion itself is a necessary condition for collecting taxes in these turbulent regions, and the soldiers of the Legion must have a better understanding of the lands they have fought with their own hands, and will be less corrupt and inefficient: as for the specific execution of manpower, each Legion Commander must have many mortal elite backbones under his command, and they are also competent. 】

＋…… Not every legion is fit for this kind of work, Morgan.

[Yes, some legions are too benevolent, some are too violent, and some are simply not bothered by such tedious behavior: in the end, perhaps only a few or six or a little more legions will be able to establish a stable tax district: but isn't that what you expect?] Father? 】

Morgan blinked, and she looked at her genetic father with a smile on her face.

[The Legion to collect taxes is an expedient measure, and it is an act of splitting the empire that you hate: but if there are only four or five countries within a country like this, then it is not uncontrollable for the human empire that has mastered the land of abundance. 】

[Even if you want to take it back, it will be much easier and more convenient to operate. 】

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Humanity didn't speak, he stared at his daughter, only to be met with Morgan's calm gaze.

[What's more, father: Aren't you more concerned about how much tax you can collect at the moment than the future split crisis of the empire?] 】

[Although this tax system puts the legions at risk of getting out of control, it does allow you to get the most taxes in the shortest time and with the highest efficiency: the Terra Council can concentrate their limited manpower in the inner areas of the rich empire, and the turbulent outer regions will also be divided into small pieces, so that each legion can collect as much tax as possible to replenish the bottomless pit of the network. 】

[And from another point of view, the supplies needed by each legion in the Great Expedition can be collected in this self-taxation, and Terra only needs to be responsible for a small number of special supplies that cannot be replenished by itself: this is also a good logistical push.] 】

[Not to mention, when the areas that have been conquered by the Legion gradually settle down, the Council of Terra, which has been expanding its staff, can take over the area and turn these settled outer areas into the inner areas of the Empire, while the Legion needs to continue to expand outward and establish new military provinces in the distant frontiers.] 】

[Taxation and expansion are not incompatible, and even in the end, the last of these kingdoms will only be in the remotest frontier of the galaxy, and will not delay the core of your great human empire: the Terra Council. 】

[If it is executed well, then everything will indeed be like this.] 】

＋…… ＋

The Lord of Humanity did not respond to Morgan, but frowned rarely, and he fell into a long contemplation, pondering every detail of this simple plan.

Morgan's scheme is actually not complicated, and each of the steps can be found in the history of mankind, corresponding, or even identical, and its advantages and disadvantages are clearly revealed.

The advantage is naturally that it can squeeze out the wealth of the galaxy to the maximum extent and invest it in the network project that the emperor dreams of.

As for the disadvantage: when the power to collect taxes, appoint personnel, and military power are all gathered in one hand, there is only a thin red line between these genetic prototypes and independent kings.

However, if the Emperor can take advantage of the abundant taxes brought by this system, complete his work, and return to the throne, then it does not seem to be a difficult problem to seize the original body of one side.

What's more, there will not be several genetic primitives in the first place, and there will be ambitions to divide one side.

From this point of view, it seems like a perfect plan again.

＋…… ＋

The emperor stroked his cheek, and he didn't give any comment in the end.

didn't agree, didn't scold, but continued to look at his daughter, and slowly asked the next sentence.

+ And then: What else do you add to your plan? ＋

[What if it is implemented?] 】

+ There may be a partial implementation. ＋

[-Okay.] 】

Morgan closed his lips and grinned in a wide arc: this civil servant smirk was frightening compared to her everyday smile.

[So, now that this tax system has been established, and the progress of the Great Expedition will be ensured by it, there are only two problems that we need to solve next: one is to ensure the establishment and operation of the Council of Terra, and the other is to ensure the stability of the system itself. 】

[And stability requires compromise.] 】

+ Your method of compromise is to give each of your brothers an official position? ＋

[Yes, that's all.] 】

The Lord of Avalon nodded.

[This is not just to ensure the self-esteem of the genetic protogens, but also to have some deeper meanings: I can give you a hypothesis, father, a hypothetical story.] 】

Morgan's hands drew circles slowly in mid-air.

[If, on that day, you are going to leave the Great Expedition and make Horus your commander, then in this plan of mine you would do well to prepare a bunch of positions that look exalted, but may or may not actually have power: no one cares about the authenticity of these positions anyway, as long as they sound standing on the apex of the Empire. 】

[Then, you appointed Horus as the commander of war, and then led all the primordials into a private room where only you and we were, and let us line them up one by one, and put these powers into our hands one by one: you had better give me my position at this time, father, and I don't want me to look like Horus. 】

[And after making sure that every genogen present will be a high-ranking official of the Empire, you will take us to a table large enough to seat all of us: square or round, whatever you want, you will have Horus sit at the head anyway.] 】

"You're going to put us in our seats one by one, just like the members of the Council of Terra are meeting around the round table, and then you're going to say to us.] 】

[From now on, all the things of the Great Expedition are discussed by you genetic protogens: Horus will be my agent, he will guide you, but he will never rule you, you must unite to maintain the great cause of the Great Expedition, you don't need to care about the affairs of Terra, someone will deal with it, correspondingly. The Council of Terra will not interfere in your affairs. 】

[At this point, my system will be completely established, and then, you can make the Terra Council rein in its power: but I want to remind you that the official positions you give to the Terra Council of mortal lords should not overlap with the positions of the genetic protogen, you can give those real positions, such as legal affairs, naval fleets or navigators, etc., to those mortal lords, but the positions given to the genetic protogens should also look equally honorable. 】

＋…… ＋

+ What is this? ＋

The emperor frowned.

+ Another council? Independent outside the Terra Council? The Great Expeditionary Council? A council that belongs to the genoplasm? ＋

[I never said that this is a council, Father, and you will not admit it: you just let us consult. 】

The Lord of Avalon spread out her hands, and she looked as flawless as the legendary Madonna.

[You can call it a large family gathering, or the Primordial Society: I've heard that the Shadowmoon Wolf likes to use this term, it is definitely not an officially recognized, political organization, and the only supreme governing body in the Empire is the Terra Council under the throne.] 】

[The council of the protogens does not exist, it's just that after you leave, the protogens like to discuss together to decide the affairs of the Great Expedition Army.] 】

[They are another hall under the throne, and the Warlord is the speaker of this palace, and they may have some contradictions with the distant Council of Terra, but at least for a few decades, this contradiction will not be too obvious: the two sides will not be at odds with each other, because their functions are largely non-overlapping, except for a few minor interactions over the payment of taxes.] 】

＋…… ＋

+ But they cannot be outside the real system of the Empire. ＋

[Of course it can't be: there is a strong bridge of communication between this Primordial Society and the Council of Terra: isn't that bridge itself sitting in front of you right now?] 】

Morgan laughed.

[As an assistant officer to the commander, I will humbly take over this position, and ensure that there will be no misunderstandings and entanglements between Terra and the genetic protogen. 】

＋…… You're whitewashing the peace, Morgan. ＋

+ For a few decades at most, the system will continue to fall apart, and as the Great Expedition progresses, the contradictions between the Primordial and Terra will become more and more irreconcilable. ＋

[That's what you want, Father: After all, we can't solve the core of the conflict, can we: unless you don't set up a commander and don't return to Terra.] 】

[Once you stay on the front line of the Great Expedition, this contradiction will naturally cease to exist, but you have to leave. 】

[Therefore, I can only become a pasteur who whitewashes the peace, while trying to maintain a barbell-like system, while maintaining a tacit understanding with the palm printer, while looking forward to the smooth completion of the network plan in your mouth. 】

[As I said, Father, all of this is based on the success of your network plan, and all I can guarantee is that when you return to the galaxy, things will not be more than you expected.] 】

＋…… ＋

+ So what if I can't return? ＋

The Emperor was not angry, he seemed to be quite interested in this possibility, and Morgan did not hesitate to ask the question, she reached out and absorbed the pomegranate seeds symbolizing Avalon into the palm of her hand, and then slipped into her mouth, chewing slowly, and answering with some slurred words.

Well, there's one thing, we all know that. 】

The Lord of Avalon spread out a hand and placed it on her chest, and then she slowly clenched the white fingers, and the terrible green tendons spread between her palms, turning from supple harmlessness to symbols of strength, like a bright sun falling from the sky, like a mighty empire crumbling in battle.

[In the final analysis, the current human empire is actually an Alexandrian empire, and all the greatness and prosperity come from its founder, that is, the existence of the emperor himself. 】

[For the Human Empire, this emperor is you, no one can take your place, and no one dares to imagine what will happen after you fall. 】

[So, no matter how perfect the system I have planned for you, once there is any accident between the core and the final valve of this system, that is, you, then all the stories will eventually end at the same end. 】

[What will happen: I think you must remember what Alexander the Great said when he died?] 】

[After all, it was your last words.] 】

Morgan laughed, her blue pupils flickering with a cold light, reflecting the serious gaze of the Lord of Humanity, and her voice was colder than a snowy mountain, piercing the Milky Way beneath her palm.

[When the Great Emperor falls, then all the crowns and honors he conquered, then the countless territories and people under his rule, then his empire, his dreams, all his ......]

[Just let ......]

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[Let's get the strongest.] 】

(End of chapter)