"Cheers."

Cheers, of course.

Talasha Yudon laughed.

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As the adoptive mother of the genetic protogen. The palace monarch of Macurag, the most noble mortal in the whole of Otlama in theory, Lady Yuton's life is naturally inseparable from the words "rich" and "comfortable".

As a mother, she had the best son in the galaxy, and as a mortal official, she lived in the most enlightened and prosperous country in the entire empire, and fate seemed to favor this woman with a wrinkled face, and never wanted her to shed tears.

But despite this, Lady Judon still has her own troubles: as the mother of the original body, she has to worry about how Killiman gets along with the other brothers, and as an official of Otlama, she has to think about what position the entire five hundred worlds should have in the human empire.

Moreover, when these two identities are finally combined, the only stalemate between mother and son will be born: Lady Yuton, as a native of Macurag, the adoptive mother of the original body, and the lord of the palace, naturally becomes the spokesperson of the so-called [Five Hundred World Native Faction].

And Killiman remembered that as the heir of the human emperor and the de facto loyal servant of the empire in the five hundred worlds, it was inevitable that he would have some political conflicts with his adoptive mother, whom he respected so much.

The contradictions between the empire and the vassal states, the contradictions between the expedition and the people's livelihood, the contradictions between the legion system and the bureaucratic system, and these chaotic political elements have been involved in the original pure family relationship between the original body and his adoptive mother over time, making both sides extremely helpless, but unwilling to make concessions on their own bottom line.

They can only compromise, negotiate, and occasionally engage in heated debates, skillfully suppressing these originally sharp questions: after all, the Great Expedition is still marching high, the prosperity and development of the five hundred worlds are also visible to the naked eye, and in the face of the ever-expanding cake, any contradiction can be easily suppressed.

It's just that the disagreements and arguments between the original and his adoptive mother over their respective political roles are like sharp grass falling in the wind, faintly rising and falling in their respective hearts, making Killeman shake his head and sighing in the dead of night, and making Lady Euton hide a trace of possible worry in her troubleless smile.

What's even more tragic is that because her identity is so special, the original adoptive mother can't even find a confidant, no one can discuss her inner worries with her, and Ms. Judon can only let the flow of time make the worries in her heart gather deeper and deeper, as small as a spark, and as difficult to extinguish as a spark.

And just when the original adoptive mother admitted with great pessimism that she would have to get used to this apprehension: the Lord of Avalon, who had visited twenty years before, had once again led her large visiting team to the near-earth orbit of Maculag.

When Lady Udton got the news from Killman's mouth, a smile of relief had already hung on her countenance before she knew it: it even made her adopted son feel a little uneasy.

Confidant, here it is.

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"I thought you and Robert would have been talking a little longer, not even in time for this inconsequential welcome dinner: but you did it faster than I thought, and even became the first guests to arrive."

"Shall I say, worthy of the legendary genetic protogen?"

The palace lord of Maculag carried two glasses of fruit wine all the way to the heart of this banquet unimpeded: out of Morgan's [everything is simple], Kiliman did not choose to entertain his blood relatives in any magnificent palace, and this time, the vassal king of the five hundred worlds showed the delicacy of his heart.

In the vast ornamental forest at the foot of Hera Fortress, he carefully selected a piece of land, cultivated it to a level, and then paved it with a marble floor and a lampstand, and thus a natural open-air banquet hall was born.

Killiman did everything he could to make the banquet fit worthy of his sisters without the pursuit of luxury: instruments from the Mechanics covered the entire forest, not only completely banishing the mosquitoes around the square, but also capturing and domesticating the night's breeze to keep it in a pleasant lightness.

The arrangement of the tables and chairs, the arrangement of the lights, and the variety of food are all as close to the people as possible, but if you take a closer look at the food on the plate or the patterns on the knives and forks, you will find that they are all the most high-end products that Otlama can come up with.

The guest list in attendance was changed and changed by the genetic prototype himself, and finally the number of people was controlled at about a hundred, these mortals are all giants of the five hundred worlds, it can be said that if they have their support, they can make the entire Otrama run at full speed.

Matters that seemed more trivial, such as drinks, music, and even the setting of tables, chairs, and statues, were all counted in detail by Killiman: even Lady Judden felt that her son was presuming too much energy on things that were not important.

The original adoptive mother had complained to the Lord of Maculag several times that his grasp of the banquet had reached the point of perfection and even harshness, and that it was unnecessary: but despite this, before the banquet officially began, Lady Eudon arrived at the venue early and decided to fill in the gaps for his son.

She first walked through the cordon on the outskirts of the square, guarded by the elite soldiers of the three Astarte Legions, and received the names of the three vigilantes: the leader of the Ultramarines was naturally Grod, the leader of the Invincible Iron Guard, and the one who led the Dawnbreaker was Lana, who had a relationship with her, and as for the Midnight Lords, their captain was a young-looking warrior, so young that there seemed to be no reason to take on such a heavy responsibility.

But Yutun remembered the name of the Midnight Lord: Sevita.

After passing through the cordon, the palace lord came to the square, perhaps because it was still early, there were only a few figures in the square now, and it seemed a little empty: but in the core of this banquet hall, there were already two genetic prototypes sitting there, toasting to Lady Yudon.

The palace lord responded to his son with a smile, and then walked quickly to Morgan, who stood up to greet her, only to see the Lord of Avalon take a step forward, and her body has changed from the original majesty of the original body, to the height of the mortal body of Lady Yudon, and gave Killiman's adoptive mother a hug with great enthusiasm.

Because both hands were now holding wine glasses, Ms. Judden could only smile and hug Morgan, but this did not prevent the two powerful ladies from quickly falling into a heated discussion: when the original adoptive mother handed Morgan a glass of wine and made their eyes meet, the happy laughter of the two ladies began to rise wantonly in the rising moonlight.

They clasped each other's hands, patted each other on the shoulders, discussed in a relaxed tone how long they had not seen each other, and then began to praise each other's makeup or recall their friendship, like twin sisters who had been separated for a long time.

On the contrary, on the side, a certain Makulag who had already stood up and wanted to greet his adoptive mother had unconsciously stopped, put his hands behind his back, and looked at all this, although he also had a smile on his face, he had a little inexplicable sourness.

Eventually, the Lord of Maculag chose to pick up his glass and stand not far from his sisters and adoptive mother, smiling and listening to their conversation, pretending to be in the heat: to the eyes of mortals a few dozen meters away, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

At this moment, Killiman was even a little envious of his absent brother, and when he looked up, he could barely catch the shadow of the midnight ghost in the darkening light at the edge of the square: Conrad never seemed to like this kind of public appearance, and although he reluctantly agreed to attend the banquet, he had plenty of time and reason to wander around the periphery of the occasion before the banquet began.

At this moment, the Eighth Legion was wandering around the edge of the square, and the Midnight Lords who were in charge of the garrison were constantly appearing, chatting with his heirs in an orderly manner: Kiliman let his eyes follow his brother, and wandered aimlessly for a while, until Conrad's figure appeared next to the warrior named Sevita, and the ears of the Lord of Maculag caught some sensitive words that appeared as his adoptive mother and sister chatted.

So, just in time, he changed into that businesslike smile and made himself as gentle as possible: inserted into the conversation.

"I'm sorry, both of you."

"I just heard that you seem to be discussing the Five Hundred Worlds and the Far Eastern Frontier?"

"Is it because there's something wrong?"

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"Nope."

"Not really."

"All is well, father."

Sevita grinned, desperately trying to give himself a trustworthy smile: it was obvious that he had not yet mastered this subtle skill, but that the old scar on his face had been pulled by the corners of his mouth, and he had some dull pain.

Not all of the benefits of the transformation surgery to become an Astarte warrior were good: at the very least, when he was a child, Sevita had become numb to the pain, but after becoming a Midnight Lord, the pain became acute.

This made Sevita pat his shoulder a little helplessly, but he soon realized that one of his hands was holding the power halberd, and the other hand was on the hilt of the sword placed on his waist, gently patting his shoulder, and it was Conrad, the father of his genes, who smiled in front of him.

"You seem a little nervous."

Midnight Ghost raised an eyebrow and quipped at his child.

“…… Yes, there is. ”

"There's no need for that, Sevita."

The original body casually glanced at the distribution of guards on the outside of the square, because this place is close to the Hera Fortress, which is heavily protected by the Ultramarines, and the main participants are still three genetic protogens, in fact, there are not many soldiers guarding here, and there are only thirty people in total, which are evenly divided by the three legions.

But even so, being able to participate in such a guard activity is already an honor worth fighting for by the warriors, not to mention serving as temporary captains: Glod of the Ultramarines and Lana of the Daybreaker have long been famous in their respective legions, and compared to them, Sevita, who is the captain of the Midnight Lord, will obviously be criticized.

Even Sevita himself felt that there was no other reason for him to become the captain of the guard than the trust of the genetic protogen: this had caused the Raven Prince to fall into some kind of extreme worry, and he was not sure if his ability and performance could be worthy of the trust that Midnight Ghost had given him?

This concern was so obvious that even Conrad could tell it at a glance: not to mention, in the course of talking to the other Midnight Lords, the Genoplasm of the Eighth Legion had also heard something not so good.

"I've heard from them that since you were appointed by me as the captain of the personal guard for this trip to the Five Hundred Worlds, you haven't even had a serious rest or food, and you've been in a tense state of battle all day long?"

Midnight Wraith's eyes narrowed, he had heard about it from the other children involved in the guard's activities: the veterans, although they had a lot of complaints about Sevita's rocket-like promotion, had to admit that the Raven Prince's abilities and attitude were impressive.

"It's all trifles."

Sevita smiled, as if trying to refute the rumors of weakness, but his pale complexion made Conrad frown and sink into self-reproach.

The primordial began to ask himself if he had put too much trust in the best of the best, and had placed so many burdens on the shoulders of Sevita indiscriminately too soon: instead ignoring whether Sevita would be able to carry them?

Thinking of this, once again, Conrad patted Sevita on the shoulder apologetically.

"Rest assured, Sevita, there are three primordials here, you don't need to take this vigilance work so crucially: you guards themselves are in rotation, and when it's time for you to rest, you should go find something to eat, take a break, do something that will make you feel relaxed, or connect with other combat brothers, standing here are the elite of the Ultramarines and the Dawnbreaker Legion, and it will be good for you to communicate with them."

"Understood, father."

The Raven Prince nodded, he naturally would not refuse Kant's order. And Sevita actually knows it very well in her heart. If you continue to tighten your nerves like this. He really won't be able to last long. Not to mention. It was true that he hadn't eaten anything for a long time.

Merely......

"Father, I can't leave here. And I can't enter the banquet. ”

Sevita's words sent Conrad deep in thought.

"Hmm...... So be it. ”

Midnight Ghost suddenly laughed.

"Listen to me, Sevita: in about an hour, a little girl with pink hair will come here pushing a Legion of Dawnbreaker standard delivery truck, and will leave the delivery van on the periphery of the plaza, and it will be filled with food, and you will take a portion from it."

“…… Little girl? ”

The Raven Prince frowned, he didn't understand the meaning of the original words, and Conrad yawned casually, with a playful tone, in response.

"Yes, little girl, a little girl who looks to be fourteen or fifteen years old, you have the most fate with a little guy of this age: and if there is no accident, I should also come out and make some small moves with that metal consultant from Morgan."

At this, the original body smiled, and he remembered that Morgan and the space necro were planning all kinds of hooks in the gap before the party began: of course, he Conrad was also in high spirits.

However, his sister was bold in a sense: if she allowed the space necromancer to leak what she had stolen, it would undoubtedly cast a dark dust over the relationship between the Far Eastern Frontier and the Five Hundred Worlds.

But despite this, after knowing what kind of items the space necromantic overlord was going to steal, Conrad still chose to support Morgan's behavior, and even recommended himself to be the connector: it was necessary.

"If I don't come out, you can get a meal for yourself, and I promise that little girl will leave the food cart outside."

“…… Understood, Father. ”

"After eating, remember to go and socialize with your fighting brothers."

"Yes, father."

"Rest well, I have a very important task for you later."

"What could that be, father?"

“…… Go and be a Bole. ”

The original body grinned, and his pupils reflected a light that was unwilling to admit defeat.

“……”

"Go to Nucadia."

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"...... in the end"

"I still want to give it a try."

(End of chapter)