The first precious dish to be on the bench table in the Glory of Maculag ballroom is a dangerous deep-sea fish.

It was ugly in appearance and huge, even taking up a third of the size of a long table, much to the surprise of the three primordials sitting on the same side. Even Robert Killiman, the most well-informed of the three, had never seen it before.

However, one thing he must admit is that the fish was very delicious prepared by the chef from the Imperial Dream.

It was fragrant, the delicate flesh of the fish looming beneath the thick and chewy skin, and the crimson broth spread out beneath it, as if it were its own blood, but not fishy, but with the aroma of intoxicating wine.

Its head was wide open, and within its terrifying mouth were terrifyingly fine, sharp teeth.

"An extinct fish that originated from a cold moon of the solar system." The Emperor of Humanity spoke slowly.

His voice was majestic, but never detached. Now, he looked very different from the one in Conrad Coetze's impression, and although he had the same face, his temperament was very gentle.

He wore no armor, and golden laurels tufted around him between his long black hair. It did not add divinity to him, in fact, it looked divine only because it was being worn by the emperor.

He was dressed in a white robe, with golden bracers on both hands, and the intricate and delicate carvings were carved into the gold surface by craftsmen with silver brushstrokes.

"You say it's extinct?" Kiliman asked.

"Yes, the genetic reproduction project has made it a delicacy that only a few people can enjoy, but I hope to reduce the cost within five years and develop a set of effective breeding methods to promote it to the whole empire."

The emperor nodded, his expression calm and gentle: "It's very nutritious and delicious. It is a rare food for those children who are growing their bodies. ”

He glanced at Conrad Coetzes, who knew what he was watching, but didn't know what to answer.

"And that's just the first course?" Angron finally spoke, and the gladiator's expression was a little complicated. "There are only four of us, do we really need that many dishes?"

"In terms of satiety alone, naturally there is no need for twenty-six dishes."

The Emperor bowed slightly to him.

"But the problem is that sometimes, your identity can distort your will. If I had been to go on my way, this feast would have been ten dishes only, and my chefs would have experienced an unsettling catastrophe, and they would have thought that I no longer needed them. Of course, this also raises some political problems. For example, when I meet with you, why do you eat so little? What are my intentions? ”

Killman's eyes widened, and he was at a loss at what his father had said so much, as did Conrad Coetzes, but Angrand still seemed calm.

The Nukerians can even make a joke.

"If I think about it differently, I might think that I just want to live a simple life for a while." He said. "But are you bothered by these things too?"

"Why wouldn't I?" The Emperor smiled. "They do the work for me, they take the time and effort to cook the food, and of course I care about how they feel."

Angron nodded, stretched out his knife and fork, and forked away a large piece of skin and fish.

"Fair enough." He said.

He put the fish in his mouth and began to chew it carefully. The emperor looked at him with a smile on his face, and did not speak, but also stretched out his arm and forked away a piece of fish meat with his fork.

This is the official beginning of the feast.

More dishes were then served, dotted between the white tables, and the flaming gold candlesticks shimmered brightly, and the precious ingredients from the Imperial Dream warehouse were revealed in the candlelight. The wine swayed in the silver cups, vibrating with the words and movements of the primordials.

Conrad Coetzes didn't eat much, he tasted almost every dish, except for a fluffy bread. He likes to eat it with Glocks broth, and it tastes great.

Angrand ate the most, and the gladiator did not want to be polite, even frank, preferring to leave it after the meal rather than having a conversation in the middle of the meal, and he did not hide his fondness for the food.

Robert Killiman joined in, but the Lord of Maculag didn't eat much of the main meal, and he ate a lot of desserts, from mille-feuille cakes dipped in honey to puff pastry pies garnished with apples and peaches.

As for their fathers.

The emperor didn't eat anything but the piece of fish.

"Are you having a bad appetite today?" Robert Kiliman finally asked the question after a long period of depression.

"So to speak, Robert." The Emperor replied gently, his eyes looking at Kiliman as he spoke.

"But, more than eating, I'd like to keep track of your performance. Angeland loves meat, but he doesn't turn down vegetables as a garnish. You love dessert even better than a good piece of Glocks meat. And Conrad Conrad, why don't you eat more? ”

His words made the attention of the table Konrad Coetzes.

The pale-faced primordial body pursed his lips and had to answer the question: "I don't like to eat too much." ”

"But you're still growing." The Emperor said thoughtfully, and he raised his hands, the four fingers of his left hand resting on the index finger of his right hand, and the palms of his hands fit tightly. "You should eat more."

"I don't really like stuffing my stomach very much." Konrad Coetzes said. "Yes, I know I can turn them into nutrients very quickly, and the feeling of fullness will disappear quickly, but I'd rather eat less."

"Old habits?" The Emperor pressed back, and his performance was leaving Robert Killiman at a loss.

Angron was not surprised, but calmly stuffed another whole steak.

"Almost." Coates replied. "Food reserves are limited, and if you eat too much at this meal, you will eat less at the next meal. I'd rather divide hunger equally among my days than watch another person feast on hunger alone. ”

"Another person?" Robert Kiliman realized that his brother had just not used metaphors. "Is it Instructor Carlil?"

"Yes." Conrad Coetzes looked at him quietly, with no sadness or joy on his face. "Every three days, he comes back with a batch of pastes that are about to expire, most of them belong to me, and he only eats one meal a day."

Killiman frowned, and Angron picked up his silver cup and drank the liquor from it. His throat rolled, his eyes reassuring Koz instead of his words, and the Lord of the Eighth Legion smiled slightly, indicating that he didn't care.

And the emperor.

The emperor does not make any representations.

"You've suffered." He said calmly. "But that's the best your adoptive father can give you. And now it's different, Conrad, your body will need these nutrients, so you might as well eat more. ”

"Nope."

"Okay." The Emperor nodded with a little regret. "I guess I'm still not very good at talking to you."

Robert Killiman looked at his father and then at his brother, his face filled with a dazed look of unsure whether he was awake or not.

Conrad Coetzes smiled, clearly and gently, "And you don't have to. ”

"Do what?"

"Buy me with these words." Coetzes said quietly. "I still like the truth you showed last time than the lies wrapped in honey."

Killiman took a deep breath: "-Brother, what are you talking about?" ”

"Say something you don't know, Robert. But that doesn't mean I'm going to start a fight, and he's not angry, is it? ”

The Emperor replied with a smile that he was not angry with, and that smile even had a hint of encouragement in it.

"But—" Kiliman muttered in confusion and frustration. "-Father?"

"What's wrong, Robert?"

"You"

"Huh?"

Kiriman closed his mouth in silence and shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to say.

He didn't quite understand why his brother had gotten along with their father in this way—the most paradoxical thing about the whole thing was that their father was clearly enjoying himself.

Angron chuckled lowly, but did not speak. He leaned back in his chair quietly, also showing a vague curiosity about what was to come.

And what about the two masters of this conversation?

They were just silent.

Conrad Coetzes was silent, and the Emperor smiled silently, neither of them spoke.

Maybe there were no words, or maybe there was enough information in his eyes—anyway, after a minute, the human emperor stood up with a smile.

The door of the banquet hall was immediately pushed open, and the face of Konstantin Valdo appeared in the middle of the door, and the emperor bowed slightly to him, and then looked at his sons.

"This is the most comfortable banquet I've had in years, my sons." He said mildly. "As for now, I'm going to be away for a while, and at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, please come to my ship and meet me."

As the words fell, he turned to leave, leaving the Primordials to continue in the banquet hall. As Konstantin Valdo closed the door, Killiman's dazed eyes were finally released.

He let out a long sigh and glanced at Conrad Coetzes with a complicated face: "That sentence you just said almost made me jump out of my chair, Conrad. ”

"He's not going to be angry." Coetzes replied softly. "He even wanted me to answer that."

Angelon chuckled again and began to eat. He never wastes any food.

As for what the emperor is going to do?

No one knows the answer.

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