"So ......"

A calm voice rang out: "Our new brother has not even been able to unify the world he has landed in?" ”

The person who spoke had a rock-like face, and there was no doubt that he was a giant. His short gray hair complements his expressionless face when he speaks, almost making it impossible to ignore his handsomeness.

"Please, Rogge, even I've spent fifty years uniting Chermoth."

The other giant at the long table spoke, frowning slightly. The long silver-white hair hung down on the shoulders as if it were shining, but not many people cared about this scene that defied common sense.

After all, he was amazingly beautiful, beautiful enough to hold down his precious hair and the sumptuous silk robe of white and purple.

Compared with himself, these two treasures are simply a foil.

The beautiful giant said, "You see, Rog, father said he was only one and a half years old, how can a one-and-a-half-year-old child unify the world in which he landed?" I'm afraid he's still figuring it out! ”

"That doesn't mean anything."

The giant who had spoken before, known as Rogge, replied sternly. "He doesn't know what he's going to do, but we know it. Age is not a reason, you should understand, Vogrim, you knew our responsibilities before I did. ”

"But he's only a year and a half years old!"

Fogham pursed his lips, looking a little disgruntled, but not because of an argument with his brother.

"And! At least call me Fugen, do you want me to call you Dorne? ”

“...... I'm okay with that. Rog, or Dorne, replied slowly.

He stared, but didn't look at Fogham.

Their conversation made the third giant at the table laugh, who was much more peculiar in appearance than his brothers. His skin was golden, and thousands of golden symbols formed this spectacle on the surface of his skin.

He smiled and nodded gently. He was dressed in a robe, his hands rested neatly on the table, and a heavy book lay quietly in his hand.

"You're okay again."

The handsome Vogrim folded his hands and grimaced, but his voice was gentle. "I agree with you about responsibility, though."

He turned his head and asked the other brother affectionately, "What about you, Luojia?" ”

"I want to reserve my opinion." The golden giant known as Luojia shrugged. "I don't want to publish them before Ferus arrives."

"Are you going to do it again?" Roger Dorn said coldly.

"Fathers always do." Luo Jia said with a smile. "Father always doesn't mean anything until we're all done, doesn't he?"

He said this with such sincerity that the expressionless Roger Dorn didn't even know how to answer. He frowned and found Vogrim again.

"Why is Ferus late again?"

"What do you ask me to do?"

"You have the best relationship with him." Roger Dorn said.

He said this without the slightest hesitation, as if he were just stating a fact.

Vogrim's eyes widened, showing obvious surprise at his words, "Rog, my brother, I love you all-"

"—especially love Ferus." Roger Dorn said with a blank face. "Don't get me wrong, I'm just talking about it."

Fogrem looked helplessly at Lorca.

"Ahem."

The golden giant coughed lightly and said, "That's so, Fugen...... The nickname you gave Ferrus, we shouldn't be able to call it, otherwise he would be very upset. ”

He laughed slowly: "I'm sure of it. ”

“...... So, today's meeting has become aimed at me? Vogrim said dissatisfied. I thought we were going to talk about our new brother. ”

"Of course we're going to talk about him, but not when Ferus Manus doesn't arrive."

Roger Dorn stood up, he was not dressed in a comfortable robe like his brothers, he was wearing a gray-blue long-sleeved blouse, on which some gold threads were outlined more than nothing, very austere, but definitely not detailed.

To some extent, this dress can also reveal part of his personality.

"Where are you going?" Vogrim asked.

"It's not to call him, that's your prerogative. I just stood up and moved. Roger Dorn said. Also, Fogg—"

"—Fogen."

“...... Fogen, do you really wonder why Ferus has been absent from meetings so often lately? ”

"A meeting in my father's absence." Fogrem said. "Strictly speaking, it's just our chat."

Luo Jia's laughter rang out in the room. "Your favor is too obvious, brother!"

“...... What's going on with the two of you today? ”

The giant in the silk robe stood up slightly annoyed, and walked to the door of the room in three steps and two steps: "Why do you always joke with me?" I'll call him! ”

He opened the door and quickly left. The room was quiet for a moment, but Luo Jia stopped the silence before it could spread.

"Rogge."

"Huh?"

"Ferus must have been busy sketching a weapon lately, so he's always late."

The golden giant said with a smile. "The last time I went to look for him, I saw it on his desk. The emperor is above, his table is really messy. ”

"Weapons?"

Roger Dorn responded with his trademark expression – he frowned, deeply furrowed.

"Weapons?" He repeated. "On the Imperial Dream, he's going to craft a weapon?"

Luo Jia blinked, realizing that his brother's reaction was completely different from what he expected, and he hurriedly explained: "Rogge-"

"—under the emperor's eyes?"

The depth between Rog Dorne's brows began to grow more and more serious, and he bent down, propped up the table with his hands, and stared at Luo Jia slowly for a moment.

The latter blinked, and put his right hand on the heavy tome.

Half a minute later, Roger Dorn said, "Well, I think I guessed who the weapon was going to be." ”

"Huh?" Luo Jia let out a short syllable in amazement.

His brother did not answer, but shook his head and did not react in any other way. After another five minutes, two footsteps rang out in the hallway outside the door.

Fogrem smiled and pushed open the door: "I brought him here!" ”

Behind him, a giant with silver hands walked in.

He had short black hair, and his appearance was not as perfect as that of Vogram - in fact, it would be almost impossible for him to be as beautiful as Vogrim.

But that doesn't mean he's ugly, in fact, he looks like a hand-forged piece of steel armor. That kind of beauty is completely different from Vograim.

"I'm sorry......" said the giant, his voice low but not distant. I've been busy lately. ”

"Father didn't assign you a job, Ferrus."

"You're calling him Ferus at this time? Why don't you call me Fugen? ”

Fogham raised an eyebrow, interjected, and then laughed before Roger Dorn could speak. He pulled Ferrus to sit down at the long table. Seeing this, Roger Dorn was silent for a while, and then had to sit down.

"Anyway, let's talk about our new brother." He said. "Conrad Coetze, that's the name his father gave him."

"Did my father's guards tell you?" Vogrim asked.

"No, I asked him personally."

Luo Jia's eyes widened: "But he hasn't spoken to us for three days!" ”

"I asked three days ago."

"Okay." The golden giant nodded reluctantly, and Fogham patted him comfortingly.

"What is there to talk about?" Ferus, with his silver hands, said. "A one-and-a-half-year-old child, it is only natural that he did not unify the world in which he landed."

"But he's one of our brothers."

Roger Dorn said solemnly. "That means we need to demand a tougher attitude from him and not ignore it just because of his age."

"Ahem, Rogge, please allow me to say something—" Fogham gestured, his expression becoming a little serious. "—if you'll allow it."

"You don't have to ask my permission." Roger Dorn said. "You're Vogrim."

“...... Call me Fugen, thanks. ”

"Fugen."

"Okay — anyway, I still don't think it's fair to talk about his career regardless of his age."

Fogrem waved his arms solemnly, making his language more convincing.

"It took me fifty years to bring about a peaceful reunification of Chermos, and this was based on the friendliness of the people of Chermos. If you want to seek more evidence, you yourself are one of the best examples. Rogge, what were you doing when you were one and a half years old? ”

“...... I'm studying. Roger Dorn replied reluctantly.

He can't help but answer, or he's going against himself.

"Yes, even Roger Dorne, the most accomplished of us, needs to learn, let alone Konrad Coetze, don't you?"

Fogrem sighed and shook his head, "Besides, I really don't understand why my father gave him that name......

"The implication is not very good, I have learned some Gutera language."

Luo Jia nodded thoughtfully and picked up. "But that's what my father meant, after all."

"When we meet him, we will naturally understand what kind of person he is." Ferus Manus said slowly. "Also...... Luojia. ”

"Huh?"

"Fogham said, you want to save your opinion until I come."

"Ahh

Luo Jia nodded in realization. "About this...... Actually, I don't think we should be too critical of him anyway. Father was the one who led us to Him, didn't he? Sailing during this time has little to do with navigators. ”

"So?"

"So, no matter what he looks like, I will love him as much as my father loves us."

The golden giant said with a smile.