"Morning."

Alexander pushed open the door with his hair tousled.

The whole person slept in a daze, and he was still shaking when he walked.

"The memorial service will remember to call me."

Alexander muttered as he carried the crown covered with gold leaves and threw himself on the sofa, half of his body hanging out.

He didn't seem to be sleeping well, and he arched up twice until he found a suitable pillow before falling asleep again.

Because he was thinking about the memorial service of the Ninth Legion, Alexander had just slept very lightly, and this time it was very heavy.

Has he always been like this? ’

St. Giles looked blankly at Alexander, who was lying on his lap, and asked Magnus using his psionic power.

The harsh living environment on the Baal satellite makes the people living there very alert, but they will wake up when they feel the slightest disturbance.

It was the first time that St. Giles had seen someone sleeping so dazedly, as if there was no sense of crisis or vigilance around Alexander.

No, he seemed to have slept quite heavily last time. ’

Magnus had seen Alexander sleep once, and thought that St. Giles wanted to ask him why he was not honest when he slept.

So he immediately closed the book and leaned over to it, signaling that you would let Alexander come with him on his pillow if you wanted to.

I mean, he doesn't have a sense of crisis? ’

St. Giles' face remained unchanged, as if he could not understand Magnus's meaning.

But quietly covered Alexander's back with his wings, and leaned back on the back of the sofa to find a comfortable position.

'You mean he's in danger here?' ’

Magnus had a strange look on his face, wondering who you were insulting.

However, due to the understanding of St. Giles, he did not say it directly.

That's right. ’

St. Giles nodded and said no more, controlling the psionic energy to pull a book from the bookshelf and flip through it in his hand.

The Emperor was at his side, and he should try to let go of his heavy burden for a short time and enjoy this time that he had never experienced before.

A wall of books, with the sound of Alexander's gentle breathing, was gradually flipped through by St. Giles from the lowest level.

During this time, the emperor came out to take a look at the situation in the hall, took the crown that Alexander had slipped from his hand at some point, and left again.

In the subspace, the scorching sun rises and falls with the frequency of breathing, and the stars in the sky return to their places.

But after all, I can't see the figure in the stars, what it looks like.

Ding ding bell, the emperor stayed in the spiritual energy amplification room and sat down cross-legged, holding the golden leaf crown in his hand, and the spiritual power was materialized into a delicate small hammer.

Under the blow, the crown did not add any material, but formed a spiked ring of the sun behind it, and a formless golden wheel of light was attached to it.

At the same time, a pillar of golden light broke through the subspace barrier, piercing through the dim space and shining above the reddish sun.

The energy that contains the breath of the imperial subspace radiates outward through the crimson light of the sun, and every time a red ray shines on the stars, the warriors who are locked in it are like new life, about to enter the second stage of their lives.

Blood-red armor, glittering golden Imperial Double-headed Eagles, flaming chainsaw swords, and blasters spewing thin pillars of fire.

This is a group of Imperial warriors who have ascended Valhalla.

Tsk tsk, Alexander didn't know what he was dreaming of, kept smacking his lips, his cheeks resting on St. Giles, and the corners of his mouth flowed crystal saliva.

After feeling a little tired and fully recuperated, Alexander sat up slowly with one hand on the 'pillow' and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Woke up?"

St. Giles shook his somewhat messy wings, and just wanted to stand up, but his legs went weak and sat back in his place.

"Well, wake up."

Alexander was still confused, not even knowing who was asking, and after a blank response, he pushed open the door of his room and prepared to wash.

"Hey, still drooling, kid-like."

Magnus put down the book, and his eyes glanced at the obvious wet patch of the robe at St. Giles' knees, and he couldn't help but grin.

Alexander was so young that he didn't know anything as soon as he fell asleep.

"Magnus, how about we go to the main planet of Baal in the evening."

St. Giles rubbed his thighs vigorously with a blank face, and by the way, he used his psionic energy to dry the water stains on his robe.

It won't be long before they will be separated, and Magnus will be responsible for Alexander's security for the rest of the year, and St. Giles has not seen him make a move, and it is not clear how strong Magnus is.

Therefore, I decided to fight him in person before I was relieved.

"Ahem, no, why?"

Magnus choked suddenly, dropped the book and looked at it without knowing what to do.

In his cognition, St. Giles belonged to a brother with a good face and a good hand.

If you have a conflict with anyone, you can't have a conflict with him, otherwise St. Giles will definitely come back with revenge.

Of course, St. Giles is only in the nature of fighting, and will not really be cruel to his brothers.

"The rest of the journey will be up to you to travel with Alexander, and I need to verify your ability to protect him."

St. Giles was finally able to stand up, but he was not in a hurry to move.

Seeing that Magnus did not respond to him, he had to explain more.

"After all, you know the next plan, Alexander is the core, and we must keep him safe."

"No problem, just after the memorial service."

Magnus's eyes flickered, and this time he decisively agreed.

Don't think that scholars can't fight, Magnus is worthy of the other brothers, and the huge spiritual power is where his confidence lies.

What's more, it's just a brother who has just returned to the empire, and he didn't even know what psionic energy was before, so how could he posely pose a threat to him.

"Choose the specific location, I don't need wings."

St. Giles took two steps with his back to Magnus, but his posture still seemed a little uncoordinated, so he had to come to the bookshelf and slowly move around the books.

"Okay, then I don't..."

Magnus took the conversation, but was suddenly stunned.

What do you mean, you don't use wings, who do you look down on?

"I'm here, then I don't attack with ranged weapons."

Magnus did a quick search, choosing to abandon a means of attack so as not to appear unconfident.

"What are you talking about?"

Alexander finished washing up and walked out of the room with his waist stretched, feeling only that his brain was clear and clear.

"Magnus will say in a duel with me later, I don't use wings, he doesn't attack from a distance."

St. Giles had just walked and was still on tiptoe, and now he felt like he was fine, striding along the bookshelf to select books.

Magnus looked strange, he just said that he didn't use long-range weapons, why couldn't he attack from a distance all of a sudden.

How much of that would mean giving up the offensive method and letting a psyker fight hand-to-hand? Just kidding.