"Your Highness, it's time for you to rest."

The chief of the guard took advantage of the opening to glance into the house, and saw that Alexander noticed this side and hurriedly reminded him of the time.

"Okay."

There was a response from inside the room, but there was no sound of personnel moving or lying down.

Garth closed the door softly, and when he turned around, he saw that Taylor Wilbur had not left.

"You're so strict that you have to calculate time so accurately."

"His Highness has been born for less than a year, and he needs enough rest."

Justin didn't care what others thought of him, and waved his hand at the Praetorian brothers in the hallway.

"Duncan Doppler, I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry, the brothers of the combat team have already rested, you can go back to sleep quickly."

Duncan Doppler had a small scar on his face running through his eyebrows, and he was standing in front of Alexander's door with the Spear of the Guardian leading nine Praetorian soldiers.

At present, according to the needs of the battle, Justel divided the forty forbidden soldiers into four groups.

Ten combat troops, which were headed by Duncan Doppler,

The medical team consists of ten people, Baker Fred is in charge, and they are the ones who learn the transformation surgery of the Star Marines, but one of them specializes in toxins and is not involved.

There are also ten people in charge of the management force, Lopp Popok is in charge, whether it is docking with the planetary governor or supplying warships, they are all the elite of the elite.

The rest is the Guards team, which is personally led by Garsted, who coordinates Alexander's learning tasks with combat needs.

When necessary, these all-round forbidden forces can also be mobilized internally.

"Can you talk?"

Taylor Wilbur snapped his helmet to his waist and gestured to the corner of the hallway beside him.

"Come with me."

Garsde opened the door to the lounge next door and motioned for Tyro Wilbur to go first.

However, when both of them entered the room, Justel did not close the door, but let the Forbidden brothers standing guard also hear their conversation.

When it comes to His Highness the eldest son, even Justin must be supervised by the other brothers.

"If it's to find out about His Highness the eldest son, then don't say it."

"No, I just wanted to talk about your forbidden army."

Tyro Wilbur placed the helmet next to him.

He noticed the door that wasn't closed, but he didn't make a sound.

"I've noticed that the Praetorian Army is much taller than Astarte."

"Won't your genetic seeds be stronger?"

Hearing this, Just's eyebrows immediately lowered, and he stared at Tyro Wilbur with a serious expression.

Any information about the forbidden army could not be disclosed to the outside world without permission, and it was hastily inquired into, and in some cases it was even allowed to directly hold the opposing troops accountable.

"No, I'm not trying to find out about you."

Taylor Wilbur immediately understood that he might have mentioned the taboos of the Janissaries, and immediately expressed his intentions.

"Your Highness told me that genetic seeds may increase in variability with iterations."

"I know that the Praetorian Army are all top talents, and I want to discuss it with my brothers who have research in genetic engineering."

The captain of the Fastean Guard did not agree immediately, nor did he immediately refuse.

His mind pondered the message revealed by Taylor Wilbur's words.

"The Praetorian Army is not interested in the genetic seeds of the Space Marines."

"If it weren't for His Highness's love of studying these things, do you think we would have studied organ modification surgery on a large scale?"

"The affairs of the legions have nothing to do with our Terra Forbidden Army, we are only responsible for guarding the palace, the emperor, and His Highness."

Today's conversation is an exception, and Taylor Wilbur knows that no further conversation will solve the problem.

After saying goodbye, he grabbed his helmet and prepared to leave the room.

"Professional things should be done by professional people."

"His Highness knows about this, and we should trust him."

Justin didn't get up to see him off, leaning back on the sofa and closing his eyes.

With a click, the door closed softly, and silence ushered in the lounge.

"Professional people? The Martian Mechanical, the Lunar Genetic Modification Base, the Emperor..."

Tyro Wilbur muttered quietly as his figure faded into the depths of the corridor.

...

Next door, Alexander's lounge.

The servo skull is silently parked on the desktop and enters standby.

Alexander, dressed in a robe, did not get up to go to sleep, thinking about the genetic seed all the time.

Almost all of the start-up legions were injured when they rebuilt their armies and split their warbands.

Only a few legions can be fully formed, such as the Ultramarine, who is famous for logistics, and can quickly complete it with the help of the 500 worlds of Otlama.

It is not difficult to imagine that without the support of the emperor, the biggest problem is the genetic seed, and the integrity of the Astarte organ modification operation.

The Martian Mechanical, in the end, is it secretly using genetic seeds for research?

The State Church and the Council of Lords of Terrago have not blocked or destroyed genetic seeds.

"Tyro Wilbur, the Great Apothecary, the Fist of the Empire."

"Tut-tut, you've really found a big problem."

Alexander couldn't make up his mind for a moment, so he simply put the crown on the bedside table, paced to the bedside and lay down and squinted.

...

Knock, knock,

Terracotta steel armor stomped on the deck regularly.

The chief apothecary of the Fist of the Empire, Tyro Wilbur traverses the sealed corridors alone.

His mind was still thinking about who was the professional.

As he moved, Taylor Wilbur walked to a gene seed bank that was maintained by a number of technical servants.

Looking at the apothecary with different armor coatings inside, Taylor Wilbur's mind cleared up a lot.

"How? What did His Highness the eldest son say? ”

A group of pharmacists from various legions were the first to discover Taylor Wilbur and rushed forward to inquire.

Taylor Wilbur had no choice but to tell them a brief account of the origin of the genetic seed mutation.

"Praise the Emperor, praise Your Highness."

"We are God's creatures by such might."

When the pharmacists heard this, they all sighed at the emperor's might.

However, they didn't notice that Taylor Wilbur was still grim-faced.

"I was given the opportunity to be able to convey the message directly to His Highness."

Taylor Wilbur didn't stand on a high ground with two dry coughs, but he faintly became the leader of the pharmacists in front of him.

"I will set up an alliance of pharmacists, with the aim of protecting the genetic seeds of each legion and reporting anomalies in a timely manner."

As soon as the words fell, the pharmacists of the various legions looked at each other.

Someone tentatively asked:

"Form an alliance?"

Tyro Wilbur nodded.

"Technology sharing?"

Taylor Wilbur still nodded.

"Then I'll join."

"I'll join in, and our Primordial Lord will definitely agree."

Apothecaries in different coatings raised their right hands in agreement to join the alliance.

After all, no one thinks that a direct reporting channel is superfluous.

"Hey brother, doesn't your legion have the original?"

With a bang, the apothecary of the Fist of the Empire received a punch.

"No, but I'm going to join in."

Apothecary with his shoulder armor painted red, Zadar Krossius holding his right hand aloft.