In the eyes of ten million people, the Emperor of Mankind may look like ten million people.

He may be a majestic giant with sallow skin and long, shiny black hair. He wears the most luxurious golden armor. The light on his face alone is enough to illuminate the deepest darkness.

He may be a short and wise academic, wrapped in a gray-white fully enclosed dust-free garment, and only the memories and rationality from the great era can be seen in his dark blue and brown-yellow eyes.

He may be a king who shouts and fights fiercely. He has the appearance of a barbarian, but he uses the laurel wreath and the eagle flag to tell his invincibility. Standing there, he is more impressive than a million legions.

fear.

But in the eyes of the Lord of the First Legion, these are misguided fallacies, sad illusions caused by insufficient ability and vision. What these statements depict is far from the true appearance of the Emperor.

Only what he saw was the true appearance of the Emperor.

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Jonson was waiting. When his brothers returned to the Emperor's Dream due to the Emperor's order, under some unspoken tacit understanding, he followed the guidance of instinct and came to a dim place.

In the cave.

The ancient door may not have been truly opened for thousands of years. Zhuangson's intrusion awakened the automatic lights that were still functioning. Under the dimmest illumination, he could clearly see the paintings on the walls on both sides: those from

The paintings from the ancient glory days are in black and white, telling how the first colonists drove away the herds and miasma, wiped swamps and snow-capped mountains from the ground, and built glorious cities.

In the subsequent paintings, there were also movements of conflict, conspiracy and war, but Zhuangson was not in the mood to watch it. He walked through here quickly, opened a door, and finally stopped under a bright light.

.

This is a naturally formed patio. The light from the sky pours in from the crack, opening up a dazzling kingdom in the endless darkness.

Zhuang Sen stood in the light. In his sight, in the looming shadow in front of him, a shadow slightly taller than him was slowly appearing.

The emperor is here.

The Lord of Humanity wears an emerald armor, and the scales are inlaid with gold edges and connected with gold and silver threads, shining with soft dark green light in the dim shadows.

He covered himself with a robe that was also golden. The robe was a bit shabby and dark, with patterns of eagles, swords and laurels woven from black silk threads on it.

His eyes are not visible to outsiders, and his tall nose and smooth chin tell of his youth, but when he speaks, there is a natural stability and vicissitudes of life.

This is what the Lord of Mankind looks like. When Jonson met his genetic father for the first time in the deep woods of Caliban, he was sure that what he saw was the true side of his father.

What his brothers witnessed were nothing more than false masks, but he was the only one who witnessed the truth.

【Jonson, my knight.】

"Father."

The Lord of the First Legion performed the most standard knightly etiquette. The Emperor waited quietly and politely until the etiquette was completed before speaking slowly again.

[You have a question, even if it spans the interstellar world and the universe, you still want to get the answer? 】

Jonson did not reply. He waited for the emperor's permission.

It wasn't until the leader of the first legion felt a silent permission in the air that he raised his head, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke cautiously.

"Yes, father."

"This may involve a secret, but I think it is necessary to report this matter to you."

The emperor closed his eyes, as if sighing silently.

【Tell me.】

Zhuang Sen raised his head, and his pupils shone with a light that was like the breeze blowing through the pool water, showing that he was more or less nervous in his heart.

"I would like to know……"

"When you formed us, did you create one...or more...female individuals?"

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The air seemed to be quiet for a long time.

This has been a long, very long, extremely long, difficult time.

The tiniest dust slowly fell in the ragged rays of the sun, dancing in irregular dance steps in mid-air. They drifted and landed on Zhuang Sen's head and at the emperor's feet.

The Emperor just closed his eyes.

Finally, Zhuang Sen seemed to hear another sigh, but he didn't seem to hear it.

【So, you met her?】

"Morgan."

After getting an accurate answer, Zhuang Sen whispered the name in a trembling tone.

[Morgan, she still chose to accept this name, which is good. It erased a trivial worry for me. 】

The emperor's tone was like discussing a book that had been lost for a long time. He was a little relieved, but that was all. The Lord of Mankind's eyes were still closed, and only the smile on the corner of his mouth was faintly visible on the edge of the hood.

【She took the initiative to find you?】

"She came to my legion as a mortal advisor to the fifteenth legion and a confidant of my brother Magnus."

【......Magnus?】

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The Emperor's eyes opened.

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Jonson heard footsteps, wandering footsteps.

His master seemed to be thinking about something. The human master raised his head and looked at the crack where light was constantly pouring in. He reshaped his thoughts and deduced what he wanted from the short words.

[That brother of yours sent her to your legion as a member of your legion who could replace him? ]

"Yes."

The emperor turned his head and faced the darkest shadow, seeming to be thinking about something.

Zhuang Sen raised his head and looked at his father: the Lord of Humanity stood at the junction of light and darkness, his dark golden robe shining in the light, but his face was completely hidden in the darkness, more

The dust haze continued to fall and rise under his feet, like a dirty snow wave.

"Are you worried that she will be misled by Magnus, father?"

【...No, I'm worried about the opposite.】

The emperor turned around and looked at his heir. In his pupils obscured by the shadow of the hood, Johnson felt that his secrets and thoughts had nowhere to hide.

He won't be angry about it.

【What kind of person is she in your eyes?】

"As a mortal?"

【As a mortal.】

The Lion of Caliban thought for a moment.

"Effective, calm, cautious, a little eccentric and hidden, but also greedy and reckless."

【...In detail.】

"She is indeed calm and cautious, and is used to making many preparations and plans, but this caution is actually prepared for the recklessness deep in her heart."

"She has an almost beastly instinct for exploring remote lands at the edge of her abilities and consciousness. She always wants to know more, but she will not blindly move forward in unknown areas."

"She won't rush forward, but she won't stop either."

"She won't lose her mind, but she won't stop either."

"She carries out adventure and exploration activities within the scope of her abilities. Even if she is injured, it is only the smallest flesh wound. She has the most careful protection of her will and will not voluntarily get involved in dangerous situations.

, but also unwilling to give up adventure and exploration.”

"In general."

"Be careful, for your desires are hard to satisfy."

"Step by step, be bold."

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The Emperor listened quietly.

Then, he asked Jonson to tell more, telling all the information that the First Legion had about Morgan's past, telling what Morgan did during his time in the First Legion, and telling every move, word and action of Morgan, some of which

Maybe even Morgan himself has forgotten it.

The emperor listened to every word carefully and carefully, and then fell into a deeper and longer silence.

Until Zhuang Sen asked with an inexplicable anxiety.

"Do you need me to bring her, father?"

【...No, no need.】

【Being not.】
To be continued...