After Qin Mo had already offered good conditions, a female noblewoman stood up and bowed to Qin Mo: "With all due respect, we don't have any status and property anymore. ”

Then the noblewoman looked at a pot-bellied middle-aged man beside her: "Sir Laurenle is the richest nobleman on Tyrone II, but he uses all his money as a bounty and pay so that the soldiers can hold on in the hardest times. ”

The noblewoman looked at another nobleman: "His family is prosperous, and many famous generals in history have been born, and now he is the only member of his family who is still alive." ”

This noblewoman went on to tell about the current situation of the other nobles.

Obviously, the loyal nobles on Tyrone II are not just loyal, they really give everything.

After quietly listening to the noblewoman tell the story, Qin Mo spoke, "Your loyalty to the emperor and mankind is touching. But by preserving your wealth and status, I mean preserving your pre-war position and wealth. ”

After hearing this, the nobles whispered, a little surprised. It's like being treated coldly by a person, and then being rewarded by that person.

"I'm going to do an unbiased count." Qin Mo continued, "I will give you as much wealth as you all had before the heretics took control of the planet. But this money was not paid by me, but by the nobles who took refuge in heresy. ”

"I will restore you to those who have been deprived of their status by heresy, and I will restore your honor to those who have been deprived of honor."

"But I can't resurrect the dead among you, for their heroic sacrifice for the Emperor and humanity will be honored along with those who died in this war."

This series of decisions was something Qin Mo had already thought about.

The existing nobles on the Tyrone II are not very influential, they may be wealthy, but they do not control armies or regions before joining the Resistance.

If it weren't for the aristocracy who could control the army or the region had either defected to heresy or been killed in a conspiracy, the Resistance on Tyrone II would not have gone into the sewers to fight guerrillas.

Donna and her father had also steered the knight through the dung.

The status and wealth of these nobles were restored and they were not capable of rebellion.

After hearing all this, the highest-ranking member of the noble members of the Resistance Army, the marshal with the bloodline of the last governor, stood up and saluted Qin Mo: "You will receive our loyalty, Lord of Tyrone. ”

"You will be rewarded for your work in this battle, including others. I will have direct control over your world, and of course I will have to take responsibility for your obligations, and these are the things I should do. Qin Mo said with a smile.

At this point, the matter of whether to directly control Tyrone 2 is over.

Qin Mo then said a series of next decisions.

Clearing the remaining enemies aboard Tyrone II, making a fair count, and turning the Resistance into a planetary defense force......

There are also decisions on a larger scale.

Designating the vicinity of the Mandeville point in the system as a galactic defense zone will build a celestial fortress within the defense area.

Build giant teleporters in stellar orbits so that dimensional teleportation can reach the three worlds of the Tyrone system, as well as every ship.

Make plans to build more warships......

Everything in the Tyrone system is on track.

……

Night.

Qin Mo wrote documents to prove his identity and glory to the Lannis family or other families.

The rules among those nobles were a headache, but fortunately, each nobleman seemed to have thought of this and gave detailed text guidance.

After writing them, Qin Mo would send these documents to the officers of the First Army for review, most of them were from noble backgrounds and were familiar with these rules, but they didn't have to worry about the "traps" in the guidance given by those nobles.

But Qin Mo didn't want to understand these things, plus the Gothic language was originally learned a year ago, and he was dizzy when he wrote.

"It's a nuisance." Qin Mo put down the quill and looked out the window.

The night in the city of New Cato is no different from the day, because there is no sunlight in the bottom nest.

But the city looks pretty good, like a steel jungle, with all kinds of screens or lights on the buildings to make the city look a little warmer.

In Qin Mo's opinion, the city is not very good.

Everyone can only cook food with synthetic ingredients, leave the house to go to the street to be scanned by the guard drone, everyone has to do regular psychological tests, and even going to entertainment has to be approved by the main control intelligence and arrange logistics machinery to inform.

These are the same conditions for all new cities in the entire nest world, and the cities of the other two worlds in the Tyrone system will be the same in the future.

"Well done."

"Before you fully regain your strength, let these humans defend you so that you are not killed by the Dreadnought or other shards of Catan."

A voice suddenly sounded in Qin Mo's ears.

Mimicry uses the communication method between the stars and gods, so that these two sentences can be transmitted using the stellar magnetic field in the vast stars.

"Don't disturb my work." Qin Mo stopped fishing, picked up a quill and continued to write the document.

"Do you consider yourself a human or a Catan?" Mimicry asked.

Qin Mo knew that the Catan mentioned by the mimic was the star god, so he didn't respond immediately, but thought about what he had traveled to this world.

There was no change in his body and appearance, as far as he knew.

There was a dream before that I was wandering among the stars, devouring stars and souls, and then suddenly being hit by something.

Qin Mo told the dream to the mimic.

After listening, the mimic analyzed: "That should be you...... It's the memory of the Forger, and it seems that some extremely powerful energy shatters his consciousness and fuses his power into you...... So you'll have black lines on your body. ”

"Makes sense." Qin Mo nodded in agreement, he recalled that when he came to this universe and then woke up, there were black lines on his body.

It's as if someone secretly tattooed themselves while they were asleep.

"But you're still a forger." Mimicry said, "Catan doesn't have where I'm coming from or where I'm going, but I think about what Catan is." ”

"Tell me." Qin Mo put down the quill and listened carefully to the philosophy of the Star God.

Mimicry continues: "Power and rules are Catan, as long as you can use the power of the Star God and the laws of distorted physics, and represent some kind of law, it's Catan. ”

"Do you think I'm a human or a star god?" Qin Mo asked.

After hearing this question, Mimiform pondered for a while, and then replied, "You're probably a new species." ”

Qin Mo thought carefully.

As he pondered, the mimesis continued: "But you are the caster, because if you die the laws of casting in the material universe you will lose the laws of casting, and you are not dead, you are still alive, so you are the caster." ”

"You should also do something about the Star God, like finding and reassembling the Star God Fragment or something...... I didn't mean you to help me say that. ”

"Of course, these powerful star gods of the Nighthuers shouldn't be reorganized, you should eat them. If you see a shard of a fraudster, eat it before it says its first words, or you'll know why its reputation among our kind is so stinky. ”

After talking a lot, Mimiform was silent for a while, and then spoke again: "If you help me get out of captivity in the future, then I will serve you." Although I am not very strong, the Night-Bearer can crush me with a single scythe......"

"Okay." Qin Mo nodded in agreement, "Then you have to help me too, at least take the initiative to provide a prophecy and let me observe the situation in a corner of the universe." ”

"Of course you can, that's as it should be." Mimicry agreed.

Qin Mo stopped fishing and continued to write documents, and he didn't cancel the communication with the mimic, listening to the mimic talk about the star god while writing.