"Let me rate my brothers, and in their absence?"

"I'm not saying you, Riemann, it's not an appropriate move, it's unseemly to talk about other brothers behind your back: especially in the land of Terra, it's undoubtedly a whimsical ......"

"It's not just you, Horus, we'll all judge: don't you wonder what I'd say about Killiman and Dorne, I'll put them both together."

“…… But the idea of a promising future. ”

When the wolf shepherd god was interrupted by his other wolf brother, he was stunned in place, and then added the words that had been turned upside down, and his footsteps had already arrived in front of Riemanlus and Conrad, and with the arrival of the chief of the primordial body, the other three brothers also followed.

There was no need for the Wolf King to say it again, because the voice of Riemanlus to greet his brothers could almost cover the three Heroes Square, and even the forbidden soldiers who were walking around the edge of the square, called guards and actually watching, also gathered in the field of vision of the genetic prototypes, speculating what tricks these imperial demigods from restless empire were doing now?

And in the central area of the square, in the face of Riemann Ruth, who held Conrad in one hand and took care of the proposal to attribute the [Evaluation Brothers] to his own name, the Primordials also showed their different attitudes: Obviously, the Wolf King did not want the Primordials to think that this proposal came from Conrad, and he took it for granted that the savage self was more suitable to make such an unreasonable request.

As for Conrad: In the eyes of the Fenris Wolf King, there are enough false rumors on his little brother, and now, let him become the little brother of Nostramo in the eyes of everyone.

Thinking so, Riemanlus's gaze swept over his brothers: the wolf shepherd god had obviously been moved by what he said, after all, Horus had always been unable to refuse such an activity, and Yu Gong had always paid close attention to the feelings between the genetic protogens to help the emperor reconcile the conflicts between the brothers, and in private, knowing the attitude of these emperor's heirs towards other brothers was also an intelligence advantage that Horus valued quite a lot.

St. Giles, who stood on Horus's side and was willing to be his foil, was another expression: although the archangel of Baal seemed to be quite interested in Riemanlus's proposal on the surface, and leaned against the ear of the wolf shepherd god to persuade him to agree, but under the eyes of those beautiful amber pupils, the keen wolf king did not find the archangel's focus on this issue.

St. Giles was in tune with it, making everyone, especially Horus, happy, but other than that, he didn't care what they were talking about: if Horus or the other Primordials were to dislike the topic, the archangels would have become staunch opponents of the topic as well.

However, although St. Giles's indifferent eyes were revealed, it was more restrained than the other Primordial who came slowly: Johnson only walked next to his brothers, with his hands behind his back, and he stood in the area on the edge, although he did not directly object, but whether it was his attitude of withdrawing from the matter or frowning slightly, it showed that he was slightly dissatisfied with Riemanrus's proposal.

However, considering that Morgan, who came from another direction, had taken the initiative to integrate into the circle, Johnson had no intention of leaving: he saw that the Spider Queen had come straight to Conrad's side. The midnight ghost was picked up from the other direction, a smile in the corners of her eyes and mouth, but in the depths of her pupils looking at Conrad, there was already a fierce light.

[What are you doing? 】

Morgan turned to Conrad and lowered his voice, but even so, the angry words could still be caught by Riemanrus's ears, but the wolf king turned his head sideways and began to discuss the next topic with Horus excitedly, deliberately ignoring the predicament faced by the Midnight Ghost.

After all, while Riemanruth didn't mind helping his well-connected little brother Nostramo deal with some trouble, he wasn't big enough to meddle in that kind of ......

Belch......

Mother and son conflict.

So, when the Wolf King deliberately turned his attention away, Midnight Wraith was able to narrow his narrow pupils and smile at his titular sister, the de facto adoptive mother.

"Don't you want to hear it, Morgan?"

【……】

Morgan hesitated, her eyes narrowing as well.

[I want to hear it, and what does it matter to you: Tell me why you did this? 】

From the low throat of the Nostramo man, a laugh like a night owl sounded.

"Don't pretend, sister, this progenitor's attitude towards other progenitors, even if placed in the galaxy, is an extremely valuable asset, after all, each of our brothers is implicated in a huge number of legions and unimaginable interests behind him: it is good for you to listen attentively, you see, even Horus understands this truth."

Conrad didn't forget to blink.

"Until then, I've always been by your side, and if I can see the future, you'll be able to see the future, so you don't need to worry about that: but after that, you'd better prepare in advance, for example, listen to this valuable information here."

【……】

Morgan opened her mouth, and she suddenly found herself speechless.

Because from an emotional point of view, she must not refuse Conrad's help, and even from the perspective of cold interests, Conrad's opinion is undoubtedly the best solution in terms of interests for Morgan.

【……】

So, after a long absence, Morgan began to look at the narrow pupils from Nostramo very seriously: it had not been a long time since the Spider Empress had seen the original bloodlust and madness in these pupils, and in their place were some more gentle, but equally unwilling to resign themselves to mediocrity, and it was they that made up the current Midnight Ghost.

Morgan hadn't looked at these pupils for a long time, because with the passage of time, her relationship with Conrad had become more intimate and familiar, and this intimacy had also brought with it negligence in details: since the Lord of Avalon had known many things about Conrad for a long time, she took the things she remembered as eternal as a matter of course, and forgot that since the Midnight Ghost had been educated and raised, he would continue to grow up like any ordinary child, will change quietly.

……

will make her unrecognizable.

……

Just like now.

【……】

Morgan's nostrils were filled with the icy air of Qunying Square, and her mind was haunted by a simple question: a question she had heard a long time ago, a heartfelt emotion from that respectable mortal when she had spoken to Gilliman's adoptive mother, Lady Judton.

At first, she didn't care.

But now think about it......

——————

"Unconsciously, he seems to have grown up, he doesn't need my care, he doesn't need my advice, he has been able to manage his own affairs, he can have his own ideas, and even think about me in turn."

"Learn to dress himself, eat by himself, take care of himself, no longer need me to urge him to learn knowledge, no longer need me to tell him to pay attention to danger, he knows everything, and he already knows everything."

"Of course that's a good thing......"

"But it came so quickly, so quickly, so fast that I as a mother couldn't react at all, and when I still saw him as the child who needed my guidance, preaching, and even some tough lessons, he was already higher than me, and could even think of things that I couldn't think of, and do things that I couldn't do."

"I don't have to worry about him anymore, and I'm even starting to get feedback from him, and other mothers tell me that I'm getting through it, and that's the result of my hard work in raising him: of course I know what they say is true, but somehow I'm happy, but there's a different kind of hollowness in my heart."

"I still have the identity of his mother, but some of the most sacred parts of this identity seem to have left me, and I still have this greatest name, but I am no longer the strongest ......"

“……”

“……”

"He's grown up."

——————

Unconsciously, I grew up.

——————

【……】

[Okay.] 】

[This time, I'll listen to you first.] 】

After giving this answer rather hastily, Morgan turned his head away and stopped looking at her Midnight Ghost: the Lord of Avalon could only say this answer now, and he could only dodge it in this way, for no reason, a kind of inner loss, which made Morgan refuse to continue to face this kind of problem.

The Nostramo man didn't react much more to this, and he obediently turned his gaze in the same direction as Morgan: perhaps the Midnight Ghost didn't realize the consequences of his unintentional words.

In their field of vision, Riemanrus had already leveled the other brothers, and the focus of the discussion between the Fenris and the wolf herder had become a question that even Zhuang Sen was extremely concerned about: where to start.

This was not originally a question worth discussing, but coincidentally, when Riemanus proposed to start the discussion according to the number of the legions, almost at the same time, Horus proposed to start the discussion in the order of return.

At this point, it was just an embarrassment in unison, until Johnson, who seemed to be out of the world, suddenly turned his head and spoke out in support of Riemanlus's point of view, and then this innocuous little problem was cast a heavy shadow.

Riemanlus's wild face squeezed into a painful ball of paper, uncomfortable as if stepping on a lump of sludge, making St. Giles who was standing on the side laugh secretly, and the smiling wolf shepherd god was also trying his best to maintain his face amiable, facing the lion king's gaze, and there was already a faint invisible fire flickering in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, the Lord of Avalon and the Archangel exchanged glances, and then, they all stepped forward in unison, pulling away the troublemakers of each family, and the words of persuasion and peace also jumped out of the mouths of Morgan and St. Giles one after another.

"Alright, don't stall here for such a trivial matter."

[What is the difference between the order of the clan or the order of regression?] 】

"According to the Legion, the First Legion is Johnson's Dark Angel, the Second Legion is Morgan's Dawnbreaker, and the Third Legion is Vogrim's Emperor's Son, starting with our Chemos Phoenix."

[In order of return, the first to come back is the wolf god, the second is Riemannus, and the third is Gorgon: that is, starting from Ferrus, with the relationship between the two of them, first talk about Fogrem or first talk about Ferus, is there any more difference? 】

"Instead of dwelling on it here, let's just pick a closer one."

[The archangel is right: you guy too, Riemann: shouldn't this kind of thing be thought about in advance?] 】

Morgan raised his eyebrows and threw a painless criticism on the Wolf King's shoulder, while Fenris grinned unhesitantly, scratched the back of his head, and bowed his head in embarrassment, letting the depression in the air blow away with everyone's laughter.

Amidst the laughter, the six primordials walked up to the nearest statue: this statue belonged to the phoenix of Chemos, the most gorgeous and perfect suitor of the emperor's heirs, who stood beside the statue of Ferus, standing like an eagle staring at the sky.

"Forgrim, our brother in command of the Emperor's Sons Legion, one of the best swordsmen and artists in the primordial body, and one of the few brothers who went to Nostramo, you should have an impression of him, Conrad."

As always, Horus stood in front of the crowd, and he turned his head, one hand behind his back, one hand spread out, pointing to the statue in front of him.

The wolf god smiled.

"If I had to describe Folgrim in one word, it would be: mild."

"Gentle?"

The question came from Riemanrus, and the wolf god glanced at his brother and answered the question without discrimination.

"I don't know, have you ever paid attention before, brothers: whenever there is a meeting between us blood relatives, Vogrim is always the one in charge of mediating the conflict, and he does not want to see the conflict between the brothers."

"Do you remember, Johnson: during your argument with Dorne, which led to the Champion Swordsman you each sent, Fogham tried to mediate between you, but he failed."

"Of course I do."

Johnson bowed.

"I sent the champion of the Firewing, and my champion earned me that victory: as for Vogrim, I remember his mediation as well, only his mediation was as weak as his swordsmanship in the face of Dorne's steadfastness."

“……”

The wolf god narrowed his eyes.

"The word weak is not the right word to describe one of the best swordsmen in the original body."

"Indeed."

Johnson nodded earnestly, and then thought about it seriously.

"Or rather, hesitant, or conservative."

“……”

“……”

【……】

The Lion King lightly spit out these comments that were definitely not positive, and his speech was so fast that even Morgan who was standing on the side couldn't stop him, and after he found out that the brothers around him didn't seem to agree with his evaluation of Forgrim, the Lord of Caliban was very understanding, and did not forget to give his reasons and additions in detail.

"I'm not belittling."

Johnson emphasized.

"Fogreem's swordsmanship and use of arms are meritorious, but his shortcomings are also obvious: he always wants to preserve more things, and seeks to achieve victory with his perfection, that is, with the least casualties, which makes him unable to understand that sacrifice is sometimes necessary and inescapable."

"He's not used to losing anything, whether it's his own offspring or the blood he leaves behind in battle, and I suspect it may have something to do with the harsh environment of his home planet: it makes him a soft, or miserly."

“……”

As the Calibans spat out the words in his heart like a cannon, not to mention Morgan, who had already rubbed his temples with two fingers next to him, Horus and Riemannrus alone, opened their mouths, and for a moment did not know what to say: they admitted that Johnson's words were indeed to the point, but it seemed inappropriate to agree with these comments in public.

Weakness, hesitation, stinginess, stinginess......

Johnson's assessment is not necessarily incorrect, but it is a bit excessive......

Belch......

“……”

In the end, when the two emperor wolves looked at each other, the archangel who was still standing on the side took a step forward, easily took Johnson's words, and solved the crisis.

"I may have a different idea than you, Johnson."

As he spoke, the archangel smiled at the Caliban, and even Johnson couldn't forcefully refuse the smile, so the lion king, who was in a good mood, just nodded, indicating that he could tolerate the objections from his brothers.

St. Giles also spread his hands. He patted the statue behind him.

"I think our phoenix is a thoughtful character: in the original body, who will be like him, can create so many miracles, just like the battle of leading only eight people to conquer a world, not only one of the brothers can do it, but he is the only one who can ignite such a fire of courage and build this fantasy pavilion in his heart."

"I agree."

On the other side, Fenris, who was on the other side, couldn't wait to take over the topic, he was afraid that Johnson would spit out something from the bottom of his heart.

"Vogrim is an absolutely intelligent man, and I think he is one of the wisest of his brothers: you know, when I proposed to the Emperor that the number of Vogram's expeditionary fleet be set to the twenty-eighth expeditionary fleet, he understood my inner meaning in an instant, and I thought he would have to think about it for a while."

"Twenty-eight?"

This number made the wolf god's eyebrows furrow, but he understood what it meant in the next moment, and even with it, almost all the primordials present understood at this moment, and at the same time showed a knowing smile.

"Twenty-Eight ......"

[That's a good number, isn't it?] 】

"Who's to say it isn't: someone like Fogrem must know these numbers by heart."

#轻松的笑声#

“……”

#笑声中沉默的某人#

“……”

"What are you talking about?"

In the tacit laughter of many emperors' heirs, only one person's frowning, silence and ensuing doubts seemed so harsh, abrupt, and pitiful.

Johnson stood still, with one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other hanging from his waist, and he frowned as he looked at his smiling brothers: even Conrad and Morgan, who were standing on either side of him, were smiling, but he could not understand the meaning of these words.

So, subconsciously, Johnson looked at Morgan, who raised his eyebrows and looked back at him with some surprise.

Don't you know, Johnson? 】

“…… Know what? ”

[Just like Riemanrus said.] His proposal to make Vogrim's fleet the Empire's Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet was a very elegant gesture of goodwill. 】

“…… Elegant? Riemannian? ”

Johnson opened his mouth and spat out these two words with some difficulty, as if he were personally acknowledging that Gilliman was a loyal servant of the Empire.

He ...... Riemannian...... How can it be elegant? ”

【……】

Morgan shook her head: she wasn't surprised.

[Twenty-eight, Johnson, this is a perfect number, a number that is most suitable for a perfect person like Phoenix. 】

“…… The perfect number? ”

Zhuang Sen took a deep breath, and he frowned and pondered for three seconds before he asked this rhetorical question with a weak breath.

"What's that?"

【……】

And even though the Lion King of Caliban had tried his best to keep his voice down, Conrad on the other side could still hear it: So, Midnight Wraith patted Johnson on the shoulder and replied in a mocking tone.

"The so-called perfect number is a mathematical concept, also known as a complete number, or a complete number, which refers to some specific natural numbers, the sum of their divisors other than themselves, is exactly equal to themselves: for example, the number six can be divisible by one, two, and three, and the sum of these three numbers is exactly equal to six, so six is a perfect number, and the same is true of twenty-eight."

Conrad is right. 】

The corners of Morgan's mouth went up, and the pride between her eyebrows could no longer be suppressed, and she immediately patted Johnson on the other shoulder.

[Read more, Johnson.] 】

[You see, even Conrad knows this. 】

“……”

“……”

Johnson was silent.

For a moment, the Caliban's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, the candidate for the battle commander glanced at Morgan, then turned to look at Conrad, there was a fleeting helplessness in his pupils, and he only felt that he was in a strange whirlpool, unable to escape.

It's a humiliation: even Riemann knows it......

“……”

Johnson breathed deeply, and he found himself unable to utter even a word.

He didn't know what to say either.

But the small anger he held in his heart was not detected by the other genetic agents, or rather, it was deliberately ignored by their kindness: as the wolf shepherd beckoned, everyone's eyes briefly left the statue of Fogham and looked at Ferus next to him, while Johnson, who was falling behind him, patted him on the shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear, and then restrained the anger on his expression and followed the team in some silence.

The midnight ghost was waiting for his two blood relatives not far away, and he came to Johnson's side with a hippie smile, and scolded his serious big brother with his elbow joint, and said two more flattering witticisms: Although the lion king was still tense his face, after glancing at this brother and then at Morgan, the fire in his pupils also disappeared unconsciously, accompanied by a deflated sigh.

The Calibans fought back angrily at Midnight Wraith, but there was a smile on his face, and next to the two primordials who were attacking each other, the smiling Lord of Avalon just watched them fool around.

However, this atmosphere of harmony lasted only a few seconds: when the six Genogens stood in front of the statue of Ferrus, they all fell into an awkward silence.

At this time, Horus, who was standing in front of everyone, was naturally even more embarrassed.

He took two quick breaths, seemingly cheering himself up, then turned to face his brothers, spreading his hands.

"Well, Ferrus, he's actually a veteran of the Empire and the Great Expedition: I must tell you the truth, although the return of our Gorgon brother is second only to me and Riemanrus, I don't really know much about him."

"Ferrus is undoubtedly excellent, because he is in charge of one direction alone in the Great Expedition, but because of this, the rest of his brothers seem to know little about him except for Fogham."

With that, Horus did not forget to cast his gaze on the other two brothers, and St. Giles and Riemannrus each nodded, agreeing with the words of the wolf herder.

It's just that after nodding, Barr's archangel seems to have added a sentence unintentionally.

"It's not just Fogham: Have you forgotten, Horus?"

“…… Oh! ”

The wolf shepherd god was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

"You're right, St. Giles, I really forgot about that."

The wolf god smiled slyly.

"Actually, in addition to our Chemos Phoenix, there is another brother who is also very enthusiastic about Ferus, so enthusiastic that it doesn't match the impression he gave us."

With that, from St. Giles to Riemanrus, and even to Johnson, there was a suppressed, staccato laugh in their chests: everyone knew who Horus was mentioning.

The character who always appears in the conversation of the brothers has a negative image: even when the wolf shepherd mentions him with some teasingness, no one thinks that this is anything wrong.

"You're right, Horus."

The Archangel then added.

"Like you said, the last time I saw the way Killeman and Ferus got along, I was even a little shocked, it didn't quite match my impression of Killiman."

St. Giles uttered these brief words quickly, as if he had taken a slight sip of wine, and then shut up and quietly retreated to the other side, waiting with great interest for the topic he had caused to continue to ferment.

At this moment, Barr's archangel noticed the gaze from Johnson's side, so the archangel smiled and nodded to the blue pupils, and received a salute in return.

And between them, a soft snort from the Caliban has quietly opened the curtain of the big drama.

"Ferrus is indeed a good military strategist: even if you look at the whole galaxy, he is one of the best at warfare, and I think Killiman may have taken a fancy to this, after all, our Otrama brother, his art of war is [learning]."

As he spat out the last two words, Johnson's tone was noticeably distorted, causing several of the other primordials to laugh.

"Speaking of learning, I remember Killiman having studied Perturab's Tyrant Siege and then launching his own Radiant Spine Terminator: fortunately he didn't give these learnings to his teacher Perturabo for review, otherwise Perturabo would have given him a practical failure."

Horus touched his chin.

"But speaking of Perturabo: his Tyrant Sieger is an excellent product, and I've borrowed a few squads from him to besiege the fortresses that I've been unable to take for a long time, and it's very effective."

"Petorab's talent is undoubted, and his ability, like his hard work, is a treasure of the Empire, and few people can do what he does."

Surprisingly, this praise comes from Johnson, who, when he mentions the tyrant of Olympia, is clearly more friendly than most people think.

In fact, in the mouths of the vast majority of Primitives, they always have more praise than doubts about Perturabo.

"Of course: no one doubts Peturabo's ability."

"Except for himself."

The Fenris slowly picked up Horus's words, sending a new chuckle echoing between the primordials.

"Of course he is excellent, otherwise how could Killiman learn from him, after all, although our Otrama brother has all kinds of unsatisfactory things, we have to admit that his vision has always been bright."

"I'm just curious, what does Killiman want the Tyrant Terminator to do?"

Before you know it, the conversation seems to have shifted.

"The answer is obvious, because the human empire has it, so his new empire must have it."

"A new empire?"

St. Giles raised his brow rather exaggeratedly, as if he was completely unaware of it, and Johnson only snorted, and waved one of his hands, as if grasping at the leaflet of Otlama.

"Why, haven't you seen the immigration leaflet of the Five Hundred Worlds: on it, it says in black and white, Otrama, the new empire."

“……”

An eerie silence echoed in the wind of the Square of Heroes, and it was the sigh of the archangel that ended it.

"Well, I never thought our brother would be so ...... in this regard Sincere? ”

"Uh......"

"Then again, though, Killeman seems to have always been such a person, and he's showing his ...... Belch...... In terms of personal ambitions, he has always been so open and honest. ”

The archangel blinked.

"How do we describe Gilliman's personal ambitions, you say, and is the word we usually use too unreasonable to say on such a sacred occasion?"

“……”

For a moment, the genoplasms fell into deep thought, and different answers rang out in the air at the same time in the next second.

"Mindful of the world?"

"Top Gun?"

"All rivers are inclusive?"

[Don't forget the original intention? 】

“……”

“……”

"Wild ...... Ambitious? ”

“……”

[To put it another way, Johnson, we need a more elegant word now.] 】

Morgan lowered his voice.

“……”

The Lion King grimaced, and he was silent for a few seconds.

"Ambitious?"

【……】

[Forget it, when I didn't say it.] 】

(End of chapter)