Of the chicken feathers in Conrad Coetze's cell, only Rika Fujimaru could yawn without any psychological burden: the blanket was warm, the bed was soft, and she was really sleepy.

At this time, the Chaldean Lord did not know what he would face when he returned to the Storm Frontier. She was still able to face the storm between the two primordial bodies in front of her, one loyal and one betrayal, and shouted silently with her posture of gradually falling down on the bed: "I want to get off work." ”

She is a mortal, and she is a patient with unhealed injuries, and after such an experience that makes the regent of the empire inevitably feel tired, it is understandable that her physical strength cannot hold up in the first place, right?

All in all, even if the sky was falling, Kiliman was on top of her, and she closed her eyes without any psychological burden, and when she opened them again, she found that she had been assigned to a room in the Flare of Maculag, along with a blanket and a wheelchair.

"How long did I sleep?" She slipped out of the blanket and looked around, making sure there was no one else, and then quietly asked about the air in the room. With this question, Arjuna appeared out of thin air very naturally, and while approaching the coffee table on the edge of the sofa, he replied: "About an hour and a half." In the meantime, Imperial Regent Robert Killiman is settling some 'personal feuds' with the Midnight Lord Primordial. By the way, the regent still wants to talk to you alone. ”

"I see you still have some prejudices about Conrad." There was only his own heroic spirit here, so Fujimaru Rika's words immediately became casual, "Although I said that if you fight with him, I will definitely fight towards you, but I still hope that you two will not fight." ”

Arjuna picked up a fruit that looked like an apple from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, but the skin was a little powdery, looked at it for a moment, and then somehow found a fruit knife that was obviously produced by the Empire, and began to peel it: "As long as you are a servant who knows the relevant past, it is impossible not to have a prejudice against him." I can guarantee that I will not take the initiative to provoke conflict, but ......"

"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka's reply can be called ruthless, "If you feel that he is in trouble, just call back." Sometimes he does seem to be looking for a fight. ”

She paused for a moment, then added, "And I guess we're going to have to kick him out of the crew of the Storm Frontier soon." ”

With eighty Midnight Lords and with five thousand Midnight Lords are obviously two different concepts. The former can also be automatically understood by the Imperial people they meet as "Fujimaru Rika secretly raised some Chaos War Gangs as thugs with the authority of the Inquisitor", and the latter is obviously almost written "I want to rebel" on his face.

What's more, when the Emperor originally sent the corresponding expedition mission to Conrad Coz, he intended to allocate them "a standard canonical regiment-level force", but judging from the number of Midnight Lords left now, the mission goal has been achieved five times and there are still twists and turns—not to mention the more than 14,000 genetic seeds that can be used. If the Lion Fujimaru opened his mouth and first claimed the ownership of these genetic seeds, then in the eyes of the Imperial loyalists, it would really be very "tolerable or unbearable".

The transfer, management, monitoring, and distribution of the remaining 5,000 people and genetic seeds, as well as the haphazard patchwork fleet that the Midnight Lords used when they came to the outskirts of the galaxy, had apparently been taken over by Robert Kiliman, who had no room for unattended work. What's more, the Imperial Regent is talking to Koz. She didn't believe the former would mention it. According to this, Fujimaru Rika is naturally happy to be idle, and is willing to say good about the results of the last two.

But if Kiriman really decided to detain these five thousand Midnight Lords like this...... Now it's really going to be expensive to eat the grain of the 500 worlds.

Rika Fujimaru threw these boundless speculations out of her mind without resorting to words. Arjuna had no opinion on this inference, but he was clearly in a good mood for it.

As the conversation progressed, he began to cut the peeled fruit into small pieces and pile them on small silver plates. But at the end, he and Fujimaru Rika discovered that the fruit, which looked like an apple, had no pit in it, and it seemed that it was all edible except for the decorative fruit pedicle.

What was originally a serious topic was immediately deviated by the peculiar structure of the Imperial Fruit. The two ancients studied this apparently genetically optimized variety for human consumption, and it was no surprise that they did nothing but "look like an apple, but it tasted like a crisp peach."

But anyway, the two of them didn't really want to research anything. Fujimaru Rika was handed a small fork, and Arjuna directly took the fruit knife in his hand, and the two of them cut it into pieces...... A whole piece of fruit, called "apples and peaches," took about five minutes to eat. And when all this was over, Fujimaru Rika suddenly reacted: "Wouldn't it be bad for us to eat other people's fruits without consent?" ”

As a "God-given hero", Ah Zhou obviously does not have such worries. In addition to simply cleaning up the table, he took it for granted that "the fruit bowl in the reception room is not for the guests to eat." ”

"You have a point, but ......" At this moment, Rika Fujimaru, who recalled the more than 1,300 imperial standard court etiquette (simplified version) taught by Tavitz himself, felt a rare void. But she had apparently lost time to cover up the scene—at this very moment, even mortal ears could clearly hear the peculiar noise coming from the hallway as the Armor of Destiny operated.

The team behind the Imperial Regent who entered the door was further streamlined: the leader of the Nova Warrior War Regiment was gone, the Praetorian Army guards did not follow, and the director of the Digris Think Tank did not know where he went, and the Imperial Heraldic of Rika Fujimaru, another Ultramarines subgroup warden who appeared in the Psionic Council, who filled his place, was actually like that, and it was already her supernormal performance to see this step.

Very few people came in, specifically, only the regent himself and a think tank clerk. I don't know if this saved Rika Fujimaru's life, or made things worse. As soon as Kiliman entered the door, he apparently saw the remaining peels on the separately divided plates, and raised his eyebrows: "You're at ease." ”

Fujimaru Rika shrank awkwardly because of this, but then, she still desperately mustered up a little momentum: "I'm hungry!" And the fruit bowl in the hospitality room is not just for people to eat! ”

Killiman shook his head in anger and amusement, apparently neither of them treating each other as outsiders. With the high position of regent of the empire and the power that Rika Fujimaru has, this should have been a strange thing, but it just happened.

"This is not your average 'hospitality room.'" The Imperial Regent digressed the topic indifferently, "I use this place when I have some questions that I don't want to be heard by others and need to be consulted." I've always wanted to ignore this issue – purely out of some undeserved preference of my own, but what has happened lately has made it more and more important. ”

As he said this, he motioned for the scribe beside him to take a seat in a chair made for Astarte. Fujimaru Rika realized the seriousness of the next topic, and straightened her back, which was originally leaning on the wheelchair: "I wish to hear it in detail, and I will know everything, and I will say everything." ”

"Wait a minute, not all of you here who I want to be part of the discussion. I wish I could hear from many perspectives at once. "I think he's almost there." ”

As if in response to his words, after a polite knock on the door, the door of the room opened again—to the surprise of everyone present, it was a Spirit Prophet who was guarded by four heavily armed warriors wearing spirit bone masks.

"Let me introduce you, this is Eliyang Natas. Prophet from Usvi's Ark. As the door closed, Killiman said to everyone in the room who was amazed.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)