……

Three hours later.

Inside the flagship restaurant.

The Tyrone Janissaries sat scattered around the rectangular table, and the fleet's hired attendants served each of the janissaries.

When a plate of dessert was placed in front of Gray, who was sitting in the main seat, he picked up a spoon and scooped out a scoop of ice cream and put it in his mouth, looking at his colleague Anruida.

"So, the meeting on the flagship is over, what are you discussing?"

Hearing the Praetorian Commander's question using a special encrypted message that only the Praetorian Guard could decipher, Anruida swallowed the food in her mouth before recalling the information she had received from the main control intelligence.

At the end of each meeting, it is Anruida who is responsible for condensing what was discussed in the meeting, and then relaying it to the next officer or admiral in words or other means.

As for those who belong to the Empire, they will be told this by their own people.

"The constellation defense line established by the enemy of mankind is the thing composed of seven planets, and the idea of the commander and regent of the empire is to prepare well before starting the attack, such as reconnaissance intelligence and the like, everyone understands it."

"The Lord of Tyrone thinks the same way, but now the most important blackstone is not enough, and it needs to be mined."

"A planet with high blackstone reserves has been discovered closer to Tyrone, but it's located in the Titan colony."

Listening to Anruida mention titanium, Gray thought of some of the recent situation in the star sector.

The new Tyrone Gate Defense Area has been established, and in the process, many alien civilizations have also been discovered, and titanium is the strongest among them.

Aliens who are unwilling to move away and are unwilling to go to war join the Star Sector as part of the Tyrone's Gate defense plan as a planetary defense force, and those who are willing to move are moved to a new home by the Star Sector.

Titanium is different because it is powerful, and its power is huge compared to other alien civilizations, which is also relative.

Such a relatively powerful alien civilization chose to regress and adjust the original colonial division outside the Gate of Tyrone.

And before the diplomatic activity against the Titan began, it was the order conveyed by the civilian officer of the Praetorian Guard, Anruida, to the diplomatic team parasitic in the naval department, and before that, the diplomatic team had been considered useless, because the forces that could sit down and talk to humans in this universe were rare even in the human species.

"Let's talk about it this time?" Yao En interjected, "The planet with blackstone deposits is in the colonies that have been established in the Titanium Colony, and there may be hundreds of millions of people and huge cities on it, can they give in like last time?" ”

"I can't say." Anruida confessed, "Maybe you can, maybe not, anyway, it's a diplomatic game and an exchange of interests, I still have to continue to solve some small conflicts between us and our allies, and I can't go back to deal with this matter, it depends on the performance of the diplomatic team." ”

The other guards were silent.

The Janissaries' humanity and soul are perfectly preserved in a powerful material shell, thanks to the fact that the shaping of their material shell is not a meaningless prevarication step before the star gods devour their souls, their powerful bodies are much more perfect than the shells of the space necromancy, allowing them to retain and feel all the habits and habits of their lives.

Such as eating.

After a round of dessert was eaten, the service staff removed the plate and brought in a large box.

Inside, a space that has been isolated from the stillness of time, it acts like a refrigerator, and the food loved by the guards has been perfectly stored from the moment it comes out of the pan, without the slightest sign of spoilage or temperature dropping.

"Can't we just go to war?" Yao En said suddenly.

An Ruida put down his chopsticks, looked at Yao En who put down his knife and fork, and said, "The Star Sector is responsible for maintaining the logistics of the Golden Expedition, and the monthly expenditure is enough to cut the richest Star Sector of the Seven Empires into nothing, if you bear the cost of war again...... It is true that the Titanium people are not strong, but the cost of fighting them is not low even if it is just a mobilization, so the request of the Lord of Tyrone is that it is best to use communication to solve the problem, and not to go to war unless necessary. ”

"We shouldn't have taken on all the logistics of the expedition in the first place, and the empire should have divided some of the logistics supply responsibilities." There are guards who say.

"We can't count on the Empire for anything other than fighting." An Ruida looked at the Praetorian guard who spoke, "Suppose the responsibility of letting the soldier's family come to the fleet to meet in the logistics task to the empire, and wait for the imperial interior department to review the soldier's request to meet with his family, and then the empire will mobilize transportation resources, and after this series of things is over, the soldier will go to the port to meet the family who arrives, and he will find a child he doesn't recognize coming out of the transport plane and call him grandpa." ”

After saying that, amid the laughter of everyone, Anruida stood up and saluted Gray and the other Praetorian Guards: "I still have to go to my ship and some people in the capital of the star sector to deliver orders and take their leave. ”

……

The capital of the Tyrone Star District.

One World.

He Chou, who was sitting in the independent office on the floor of the diplomatic group, looked at the logistics machinery that wanted to float slowly by himself.

A white drug was glued to one of the steely tentacles of the machine, and a cold question was raised: "Are you going to refuse to use this drug like you did last month?" If you refuse, submit the request again with a voice command. ”

"Refuse."

"Okay."

After He Chou gave the order, the logistics machinery printed the medicine into the tiniest substance and recovered, and then floated away.

The drug is a drug that everyone in the star sector provides to improve physical functions, and to put it bluntly, it is a simple and inexpensive product of life extension technology.

He Chou never used such drugs, because he wanted to really feel that he was aging, so that he would have a feeling that time was really flowing.

The current diplomatic team is no longer parasitic in the small dark room of the naval department, it has its own floor, and it has also expanded its scale.

But things are still not much different from before.

It's been twelve years since the last diplomatic negotiation with the Titanium on the Autumnwind, and the diplomatic team hasn't done anything since.

Big things don't.

Small things, such as communicating with weak alien tribes or pre-space age civilizations, are easily done by the people in the navy, and they don't even bother to ask other departments for help.

If it weren't for the aging of his body, He Chou felt as if he would always be at that stunned age, and there was no such thing as time on his life route.

But sometimes there are some interesting things.

Ding Ding Ding –

"Team leader, that Water Clan ambassador named Xinning has been escorted here by the Autumn Wind."

Hearing the voice from the communicator on the desk, a smile appeared on He Chou's face: "Wait for me, I'll be there soon." ”

(End of chapter)