The Ultramarines' chamber is a fun place to be—or rather, limited to the chamber aboard the Glory of Macurag. It has four entrances, and from the front to the back, it is divided into four discussion areas.

The tapestries woven by the decorated warbands are blown by the wind on the walls, and the heavy tapestries carry the heavy history and all that happened here. Every argument, every vote, takes place under their gaze.

...... Of course, you can also use this as a basis to imagine how noisy this meeting of the Ultramarines really is.

However, for Carlil, he was used to it.

A month and a half of sailing, every day except the first day, you have to get used to it.

He nodded to the victorious army at the door, and then followed Killiman into the chamber. The Ultramarines noticed their arrival, but did not stop discussing.

On the Glory of the Maculag, meetings have always been preceded and never terminated or ended early except in an emergency—in a sense, this is a trend that Robert Kiliman has brought on his own.

Killiman didn't bother with his heirs, the people who could enter this chamber were officers, and besides, it was just a routine meeting, so there was no need for too complicated operations.

He walked inside, came to a cubicle that wasn't too big, and then picked up three tablets from the table and handed them to Carlil.

"That's all there is to it today?" Carlil raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Marius gave me a suggestion yesterday, and he said that I shouldn't add too much work to you, lest you be 'attacked by unnecessary tongues.'" Kiriman said expressionlessly. "I told him you asked for it, but he didn't believe it."

Karil laughed dumbly - who would believe it? A person who offered to do the paperwork that was processed......

Moreover, in the eyes of the Ultramarines, most of them will think that this is a kind of overture from the instructors of the Eighth Legion to the Ultramarines Legion.

Although they did be very shocked by the speed with which he handled the paperwork.

"I'll finish their ...... tonight."

Carlil nodded, but didn't forget to complain - he wasn't really okay with that. "By the way, paperwork in the Empire is surprisingly cumbersome. Each batch of material records must be confirmed individually. Hasn't anyone thought of reform?"

"The bureaucracy of the empire is huge......

Killiman sighed bitterly, for the first time he had found someone to talk to in this regard. He couldn't help but start pouring bitter water.

"If you search for the word 'handler' with a built-in search function, you'll find hundreds of handlers in the Empire's bureaucracy with similar titles and powers, but dozens within a single department."

"But they're not wasting their time as tax thieves. In fact, these people are working diligently every day – what do they do? Naturally, it's about dealing with paperwork."

"So if we're going to keep this system running, we're going to have to follow this rotten system. God knows how many times I've wanted to make proposals for reform......

At the end of his speech, he even began to grit his teeth a little. Carlil looked at him and felt a pang of sympathy.

Robert Kiliman was a very efficient man—for such a man, it would be more uncomfortable for him to see these things with his own eyes than to beat him severely.

"Didn't you give advice to your father?" He lowered his head and asked casually as he looked through the datapads.

"Of course I have!" Killiman replied aloud as he sat down on the couch in the room.

"The result?"

"He asked me to do it in the Extreme Star Domain first." Kiriman said faintly. "He didn't say why, but I can roughly guess why......

The Lord of Macurag sighed, took off his laurel crown, and stared at it in front of him, his expression almost indescribably complex.

"So, why?" Carlil asked softly.

"Because it doesn't matter." Killiman said as he stared solemnly at the laurel wreath. "As you may already know, our mission—the Primordials, the Legions, the Auxiliaries...... Everyone, from top to bottom, is all aspiring to that goal."

He paused. "The only goal."

"The Great Expedition." Carlil replied calmly. "I know."

"The vastness of the galaxy is almost hopeless, Carlile ......," Kiliman said in a daze.

"I've seen a star map with lots of light obscured by darkness. It is hand-painted and completed by a hundred painters. Starting with Terra and moving to the far end of the Milky Way...... Darkness shrouded the stars, and I looked at it for a long time, and if it weren't for my father's personal guard reminding me, I probably wouldn't have even attended that dinner."

"This star map...... It's so huge for me, even so big that it scares me a little. Because I'm beginning to realize that without subspace, it would take us hundreds of years to reach another galaxy. How terrible is that?"

"However, in the age when the galaxy was still human, we were free to visit the stars...... We find them, and then we own them. The galaxy once belonged to us, Carlil."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but smile. It was a smile that was difficult to define, between regret and yearning, but with a little childish and naïve disobedience.

"That's why I'm willing to trap myself in these endless paperwork." Kiliman chuckled. "That's why my brothers willingly left their homeland, with their swords in their hands, stained with blood...... We all understand what this means for humanity as a whole."

He smiled proudly, put down his laurel wreath, and looked at his guest—while Karil Lohals simply gave a calm gaze in return.

"It's just a sacrifice." He replied softly. "So let's talk about the planet we're going to take back next."

Killiman raised an eyebrow, "You got the information before me?" Who gave it to you?"

"Of course not, I just heard them discussing as I passed by the conference hall. If nothing else, in another ten minutes, I'm afraid that concrete information and mature plans will be sent in."

"You really know how well my children are working......

Carlil smiled softly and didn't say anything more, just continued to look down at the datapad. Kiliman, on the other hand, realized in hindsight how embarrassing his answer sounded.

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