……

Half a month later.

The fleet is massing.

More than 4,000 warships under the command of the two flagships, the Glory of Glory and the Glorious Human, are assembling for the system where Macullag is located.

With the exception of the celestial engines that were scheduled to return to the sector, the warships of the two sectors were almost out of the nest, except for a small number of patrol fleets of the Tyrone and Otlama navies.

While Otramar and Tyrone's senior naval commanders were discussing a series of issues with the fleet, including the assembly and sailing and replenishment of the fleet after Terra, the two fleet masters were very leisurely.

Qin Mo and Kiriman were taking a bath.

In the large bath inside the Glory of Maculag.

Hundreds of square meters of marble baths.

There was even a TV.

"You can own a luxurious home of nearly 1,000 square meters in your most crowded city!"

"Thanks to the latest engineering! A small house that looks like only 100 square meters from the outside, its internal space can be expanded to 1,000 square meters! ”

An advertisement for the Tyrone Star Zone is being shown on TV.

Qin Mo didn't know when Kiliman got such a TV.

Thanks to the development of Wedo communication technology, the signal in the Tyrone Star Zone can also be received by this TV.

"Magical house!" Killeman stood up from the tub and walked over to the television to take a closer look at the display of housing engineering technology at the end of the commercial.

The engineering team went to the outside of the house and measured the length of the house with a measuring instrument in hand.

Ten meters.

The engineering team entered the house and measured the length of the interior space of the house with a hand-held measuring device.

One hundred meters.

"Application of some kind of space technology." Qin Mo's attitude towards this advertisement was very cold, "The advertisement is very powerful, but this thing is cutting-edge technology, ordinary people don't want to build a thousand-square-meter mansion, and if you build a five-hundred-square-meter, you have to take out two-thirds of your monthly salary to repay the loan of the Star District Bank." ”

"Oh." Kiriman sat back down.

At this point, the news began to play on the TV.

The title of "News 44" emerges, and after a burst of music, it enters a conference hall shaped by holograms.

The host faces the camera.

"Praise be to the Lord of Tyrone, to his every heroic deed, to praise him for giving us everything. Welcome to News Channel 44. ”

"The latest news, the Lord of Tyrone will be traveling to Terra to participate in the victory ceremony with the Lord of Otlama."

"This is the only time the Empire has shown a positive attitude towards Tyrone, the last time being when the Lord of Tyrone was appointed Governor."

"We've brought in two well-known scholars of interstellar relations."

Two men in white slim uniforms walked out and sat on the left and right of the host.

That's exactly what the Tyrone Star Sector scholars are wearing.

"Otherwise, let's change the channel." Qin Mo said.

Kiriman didn't say a word, and looked very seriously.

The Imperial Regent wanted to know what the Tyrone Star District had to say about this matter.

"Thank you."

"I think it's a trap, when the Tyrone Navy arrives in Terra, the Solar System Auxiliaries and Solar System Fleet will immediately attack our fleet, and maybe even the Otlama fleet will be involved in offensive operations."

"Of course, you may use the friendship between Otlama and Tyrone to contradict me, but I must tell you that the master of Otlama is also the current master of the Empire."

One scholar finished speaking.

Another person began to speak.

"With all due respect, I don't think so."

"This victory ceremony is an opportunity to ease relations with the Empire, and we must have a good relationship with the Empire, just as the Five Hundred Worlds are with us."

"Because we're all human."

"We can't let those spirits look at each other while we are slaughtering each other and say: See, this is an inferior barbarian race."

"We should seek a better relationship, and not even go to the victory ceremony as a trap."

“……”

Killiman turned his head to look at Qin Mo, wanting to ask what he thought.

"I don't see it the same as either of them, it's not a trap, it's not just an invitation to ease the relationship." Qin Mo said thoughtfully, "I think the High Lords are creating an opportunity to sit down and talk with Tyrone, and everything including the future expansion of the Tyrone Star Region will be settled in this conversation." At least that's what they thought. ”

"I see it that way, too." Killiman nodded in approval.

Inviting the Tyrone army to Terra was something the High Lords had set to do.

Kiriman didn't know why, after he left, the group of people who had either died suddenly or were on the way to sudden death had become more efficient.

Anyway, Kiliman was happy to accept the decision of the High Lords.

War is raging in the Empire at this very moment, and countless human beings are struggling with suffering.

The huge fleet of 4,000 ships slowly passing over Terra is very good at boosting the morale of the soldiers and civilians on the front line, although there may be no way at the moment, but there is always hope, and those strong forces are hope.

But this is all a matter of the scene, and in private, it is certainly not just to make the Tyrone Navy catwalk.

The High Lords wanted to talk to the commander of Tyrone.

There is no way for the two sides to communicate at all, which is very dangerous.

However, Qin Mo himself didn't care about this opportunity to sit down and talk, his purpose was still the Void Dragon in the Martian maze.

"It's not a trap anyway." Killiman assured Qin Mo, "If the Solar System Navy dares to attack you, I will order them to be attacked, because they are not at war with a certain force, but are pushing humanity to the point of withering and dying." ”

Qin Mo nodded.

He didn't think it was a trap or a danger.

It's hard to say about ground warfare, and the number of Tyrone troops is still small compared to the Empire.

But when it comes to Void Warfare, there is no fleet in the galaxy that can wrestle with the Tyrone Navy other than space necromancers.

While the two were talking, News 44 had already begun to broadcast the next thing.

"The results of this year's breeding model selection have come out."

"Colonel Ander Lee and his wife, Osanna, from the Northern Nest Capital, have twenty children and have created two standard army classes for the Lord of Tyrone that will serve in seventeen years!"

"They have obtained a manor in the agricultural world of Ivan VII, ten logistics machines, two large agricultural machinery, and a thousand acres of land, let's congratulate them!"

There was a round of applause.

"Thank you, thank you, I have only one sentence for me at this moment...... For the Lord of Tyrone! For the three hundred worlds of Tyrone! ”

“……”

Killiman opened his mouth and turned his head to look at Qin Mo with difficulty: "Why does a news channel have this kind of selection?" ”

"News 44, just by looking at the name, you know that this is a news channel formed by retired soldiers of the Army's 44th Infantry Regiment......" Qin Mo said, "but I really want to thank this model, although I don't necessarily let their children really participate in the Tyrone Army ......."

The size of the colonization fleet is skyrocketing, with a world being colonized almost every month.

The population of the Star Sector is exploding.

The whole Tyrone is thriving.

Sorry guys, I'm up late today. Yesterday it was busy until more than five o'clock in the morning.

There may be two shifts today, and I'll go to bed early.

(End of chapter)