[Yes, I personally think that it is necessary to try. 】

[If we don't try some things, we can't be sure whether they can be realized: as long as the cost is controllable, then the courage to try is definitely a great advantage. 】

When she ended the sentence in a relaxed tone, the Maharaja of Avalon burst out laughing, resting one hand on the table, her shoulders and elbows up, her long fingers bent and the knuckles of her index finger against the smiling face, while the other hand shook the wine in her glass, clinking glasses with Lady Yuton, who was sitting beside her.

"I find that you all seem to like to talk about these great things."

Killiman's adoptive mother winked mischievously at her close friend, a slightly sarcastic remark that was a symbol of the strong friendship between her and Morgan.

[We? 】

In response to the original questioning, Miss Eudon just blinked again, and showed that self-evident evil smile to Morgan, and her eyes also narrowed to the one who was standing not far away, seemingly contemplatively holding a wine glass, but in fact had been paying close attention to their side, a certain Lord of Maculag.

"You don't know ......"

The original adoptive mother smiled, and her smile was so meaningful.

"Not long before I raised Killiman: by the time you had been on Divine Terra, probably in the third or fourth year after he landed, he was taller than an adult, and his temper was even more stubborn than that of an adult."

As she spoke, the original adoptive mother leaned forward to the side and leaned into Morgan's ear: this table was not big, and it couldn't even squeeze a third person, and when the two ladies got together and whispered, just this gesture was enough to make a certain Ultramarines master who was eavesdropping next to him feel uneasy.

"When I was a child, he called my mother sweetly, but when he grew up, when he found out that he was taller than his adoptive father, he never called my mother again, but I don't know where I learned it, and began to call me Lady Judon seriously, and it is still the same, making us like strangers working together."

"Ah, when he's angry, he'll keep a straight face there and call me a woman: but when he's angry and finds that his actions are very rude, he'll come to me with a formal apology, and say that he won't be so rude again."

"But it didn't work, the next time he got angry."

【……】

It felt like I was hearing something I shouldn't have heard.

Morgan smiled, but said nothing: as a blood relative of Killiman, it didn't seem like a good thing to hear about his childhood, but as a close friend of Miss Judton, she still had to listen.

Faintly, Morgan's ears could catch the creaking sound of a wine glass creaking with a repressed force not far away: she didn't know for a moment who was more embarrassed now, herself or Killiman.

"Besides, when he called me Lady Judton, he began to like to tell me those great truths: as you just said, all kinds of philosophies and allusions, or the so-called outlook on life and values, when they are spoken, they go on and on, as if I, the mother, did not know how good his son was."

[It's normal, this is the normal psychology of children when facing their mothers, and my children are always afraid that I won't notice their merits when they face me.] 】

Morgan lowered his eyebrows, pursed his lips, bowed his head, and absentmindedly tasted the wine, not answering a word to Ms. Judton's words, but paying more attention to Killiman, who was only five or six meters away from them.

There is no way, one hand holds a wine glass, standing in place, obviously cramped and uneasy, but he still has to pretend to be a light and breezy, so that it looks a little funny Killiman, which is really a rare scenery.

Not to mention, when the Lord of Maculag once again [inadvertently] turned his gaze to them, only to meet Morgan's eyes, the embarrassment that almost overflowed the screen painted the best color on Killiman's face, forcing the Lord of Avalon to use all his willpower to keep himself from laughing.

She couldn't imagine how Killiman could turn around with a calm appearance, and still be able to greet the mortal upstarts who were entering one after another.

However, Madame Judton, who had her back to her adopted son, had not yet noticed this, and by the slightest drunkenness of the thin wine, the venerable lady was still talking to her close friend about the past of her and Killiman: from the point of view of a mother alone, how could this not be a kind of vent for her frustration?

This is also the reason why Morgan will sit here and listen quietly, and Killiman has not interfered here, the two genetic protogens are very clear, Ms. Judon must have had a lot of pressure in her heart, and her noble status makes her unable to even find a suitable confidant on Macurag: if the conversation with Morgan can make the original adoptive mother choose to vomit quickly, then other things are not so important now.

Thinking of this, Killiman even cast a grateful glance at his blood relative: it was not until he realized that his adoptive mother was about to go on that the face of the king of the Maculag clan was finally touched.

"And ......"

"Ahem! Cough! ”

With a loud cough, before his adoptive mother shook out more of her childhood, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds finally couldn't hold back a little, only to see him take an arrow step to the two ladies, and gently but firmly took the alcohol-rich drink from Ms. Yuton's hand.

"You shouldn't drink too much alcohol on this occasion, ma'am."

Killeman tried to make his words sound as serious as she could, and Miss Euton only looked at her adopted son helplessly, then smiled at Morgan before turning around and responding to the original form of the Ultramarine.

"You know, these glasses of wine aren't enough to get me drunk."

"Of course I do."

The original nodded.

"But it's a public place after all, and we should discuss something more valuable: and not long ago, my pharmacist just did a full body check-up for you, and they said you had better be less exposed to alcohol."

With that, the original body turned its head and shouted to the waiter in the distance.

"Bring a few cups of tea, or a non-alcoholic drink."

Miss Judon didn't pay much attention, just winked at Morgan.

"Look, he always likes to make a big fuss about these things."

[It can also be understood as cautious and well-organized. 】

Morgan smiled.

[This is undoubtedly an advantage.] 】

"Maybe."

Miss Judton's tone was vague, but the proud smile on her face could no longer be suppressed, and when she spoke again, she deliberately raised her voice so that Killiman, who had stepped aside again, could hear it clearly.

"Well, well, let's discuss something serious, so as not to be ashamed of this sacred occasion of public communication: I remember you just told me, Morgan, that you signed at least thirty documents of cooperation before the dinner, and which one is the most representative?"

【For me?】 】

"For you."

[Of course, that's the Ultramarines' stake in my academy.] 】

Morgan raised his glass and saluted in Killiman's direction.

The signing of this document is a great achievement for me. 】

"It's also through constant attempts?"

[Of course.] 】

Morgan laughed with pride.

[This political achievement I am talking about has been achieved through constant experimentation, and since the end of my visit to St. Terra, I have tried its possibilities by various means: the first four results did not satisfy me and my collaborators, but the fifth result is already very feasible. 】

[And it is on the basis of this fifth result that I have this great plan in my hands: the Imperial Institute of Subspace Technology, a think tank designed to teach the various legions how to safely use their psionic powers, and the highest psionic institution with the dual functions of teaching and research. 】

"A research institute."

Lady Yutun nodded, and took the hot tea from Killiman's hand.

"I've never heard of a school or research institute on Makurag about psionic powers, so presumably it's a very new concept for the Empire?"

"It's normal if the resistance is greater."

Morgan nodded.

[It's a bit big: these attempts took me twenty years.] 】

[Twenty years ago, when I was just compiling the Psionic Sacred Codex, I had already imagined its establishment in my mind, but it was not until twenty years later, until my writings had laid a solid foundation in the various legions, and I had reached an agreement with Terra, that this school transformed from a fantasy in my mind to a miracle in reality. 】

[This will be a national unit independent of the various legions, directly under the jurisdiction of the War Council, for the sake of it, I have written enough memo in the past twenty years to fill the entire library, and it is only then that the fifth result I mentioned before has been distilled: and now, this proposal has been approved by the Emperor, and the Sealers and the War Council have approved all the official formalities necessary for the establishment of this academy, as well as the corresponding material arrangements. 】

[In addition, at the beginning of its existence, this academy will be jointly authorized by the twelve Astarte Legions: including my Dawnbreaker Legion, as well as Killiman's Ultramarines, Dark Angels, Iron Warriors, White Scars, Space Wolves, Imperial Fists, Midnight Lords, Blood Angels, Thousand Sons, Shadowmoon Wolves, and Salamander Legions.] 】

[It was not an easy task to deal with these brothers of mine, and in two of my previous four failed attempts, I was unable to reach an agreement with the Emperor or Terra, and two times I was unable to achieve the greatest common divisor between the interests of the various legions: but after a few years of running and running, these are no longer a problem, and they have been solved by me. 】

[I have received the full support of the twelve legions, including my legion, and on the day of the opening of this think tank college, the think tank representatives from these twelve legions will also become its first batch of readers for about fifteen years of study. 】

"So, Killiman's signature, is it the last brick?"

[And the most important piece.] 】

Morgan blinked.

[After all, Robert is the second largest shareholder of this academy, and he has provided even more materials for the establishment of this academy than Holy Terra has transferred: I have to write him an annual report according to the request.] 】

"Hahahaha......"

Ms. Judon laughed.

"Trust me, Morgan, Robert doesn't mean anything else: it's his habit."

[I'm pretty sure of that.] 】

Morgan's pupils reflected cunning.

[When he took his support list and told me how much he was going to donate for the college, I thought I was facing my support director: they were reciting the numbers exactly the same.] 】

For a moment, the laughter of the two ladies made Killiman's brow jump.

"Then I have a question."

After the laughter, Lady Judton's face flushed with seriousness: perhaps no one had ever told this lady how serious she was at this time and how similar she was to her adopted son.

"How are you going to run this ...... What about the Psionic Academy? ”

[I thought about it for a long time. 】

Morgan's gaze was a little hollow.

[Given that the number of students in this academy, especially in the first batch, will not be very large, I do not intend to place them in some world, but rather to place the academy directly on my ship: I will be the headmaster of this school, and I will choose some think tanks that I have personally taught before to serve as my auxiliary lecturers, such as Ahriman. 】

[All the teaching materials and teaching aids were created by me, including the venues for the classes, which were carefully selected: in short, like all the policies I implemented in the Far Eastern Frontier, because of the small size, I could easily do it myself, and as long as I did it myself, there would be no serious problems. 】

"What if the number of students grows after that?"

【…… It's essentially a research institute. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[After the successful graduation of the first batch of students, it is impossible for the academy itself to become bloated: these students will naturally return to their respective legions, become mentors of other legions' think tanks, imitate my way in their own legions, build think tank schools belonging to their respective legions, and select those best students to study with me, so that this inheritance can continue, and my academy only needs to accept those new international students. 】

[The important thing is not the Academy, but through the teaching of the Academy, the Psionic Teaching System I designed can be spread to other legions: thanks to the Psionic Sacred Texts I wrote before, the spread of this system will be twice as effective with half the effort.] 】

“…… That's true. ”

The original adoptive mother nodded, and the novel concept made her digest it for a while.

"But whether it's an academy or a graduate school, it's not enough to have a mentor and an associate lecturer, you still need more people to run it: have you considered the answer to this question, Morgan?"

[Leave it at that...... Yes. 】

The original tilted its head.

[My brother Conrad helped me a lot when I designed the academy's system, and my star ladies would be an important part of the process of keeping the academy running. 】

"Conrad...... Stellar Handmaidens ......"

Ms. Judon chewed on the two names softly, her pupils brightening and seeming, as if she had been completely drawn to the new words.

"I've heard Robert say that your brother Conrad must have come with you to visit Maculag: why didn't I see him?"

[It's right there. 】

Morgan pointed, and the original adoptive mother followed her guidance, only to see a tall figure at the edge of the square, fighting with great interest towards the tower of equal height made of fresh fruit, and a vacuum was naturally formed beside him that no mortal dared to tread.

[The banquet hasn't started yet, and that kid has a reason to stay there, but when the banquet starts, he will come over and pretend to greet you. 】

Morgan spoke of Conrad, and that was exactly a mother's tone: Lady Euton could hear it.

"He looked polite."

[Far from it.] 】

The original adoptive mother smiled, and the success made Morgan a little proud.

"So, Morgan, what are those Stellar Handmaidens you just mentioned?"

[My daughter. 】

“…… Daughter?! ”

In the face of Ms. Yuton's somewhat shrill voice, Morgan only touched her shoulder as if he were soothing.

[To put it simply, it's me and one of my mechanically savvy brothers, a bionic robot made of steel: you've probably heard of the fighters who cast the world, they're essentially the same thing.] 】

"That's ......"

Ms. Judon nodded, believing Morgan's half-truths.

"You call them, daughter?"

[Of course.] 】

The pride of the original laugh.

[I am their mother and their creator, and there is a real mother-child bond between me and them, just like me and my sons, I know it sounds incredible, but the reality is that. 】

“……”

There was no doubt that the Lord of Avalon's face was filled with the pride of being a mother, and he was deeply attracted to the original adoptive mother, and a strong longing began to accumulate in Lady Yudon's heart.

"Can I meet them?"

[Absolutely.] 】

Morgan thought for a moment before finally nodding: she knew that Virgo should be carrying her supper here at this time, but considering that in this case, the kind of delivery truck could not be placed next to Morgan in the open, so it was not impossible for Virgo to put the delivery truck somewhere on the periphery first, and then let her come over and let Morgan dry the baby in front of Yutun.

With this in mind, the Lord of Avalon called out to her eldest daughter, who had hurried through the bond between mother and daughter: and was soon answered.

Then she smiled at Ms. Judton.

[Wait a moment.] 】

[She's coming soon.] 】

——————

"It won't take long: just a few minutes."

"So, take a good look at it!"

“……”

"I will."

Saivita hesitated for a moment, he looked at the little girl who was running towards the square quickly, did not forget to stop in the middle of the road, turned around, and waved at him, and remembered her previous thousand instructions and ten thousand instructions, so he still gave a guarantee a little against his will.

Although the Raven Prince never doubted the correctness of his genetic father, he really did not expect that what Conrad said would be so correct: just as he was patrolling around the outskirts of the square, he actually met a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, who hurriedly dragged a large cart, and after discovering him, the midnight lord, he did not hesitate to drag him aside, and then shoved the handlebars into his hands.

"I'll be back in a moment."

"In the name of Ms. Morgan, and your genetic father, be bullish on it."

She said so, and then hurried away, leaving Sevita in silence: if the little girl had been a few minutes late, she might have heard Sevita's stomach gurgling.

“……”

Frankly, the Crow Prince hesitated for a few seconds before opening the truck, partly out of his own shallow morality, after all, stealing food is not the right choice, and partly out of confusion about Conrad's words.

Why, his genetic father would tell him that he had a lot of fate with this little girl?

Sevita touched his chin, he still didn't come up with an answer, so he could only shake his head, turn around, and open the truck, and the aroma of the tortilla wrapped his whole body in the next second.

The Raven Prince licked his lips, he did not intend to go against his father's wishes: if his father had asked him to take one here to fill his stomach, he would do so, as for the oath he had just made......

Fuck it.

Thinking like this, Sevita reached out and grabbed a dozen tortillas and stuffed them into his mouth in an orderly manner.

While eating and resting, the Crow Prince began to think about what he should do in the rotation of the meeting: what else did his father say?

“……”

Oh yes, let him have a good relationship with the other guards present.

Well......

Build a good relationship......

What to do......

Sevita thought for a moment.

“……”

Then, his eyes looked at the food truck next to him.

Turning his head again, he could just see an Ultramariner and a Daybreaker walking not far in front of him: they looked equally tired and hungry.

Sevita hesitated: only once.

Then, he waved his hand.

"Hey, brothers."

"Are you hungry?"

(End of chapter)