In front of the screen, Luo Jia raised her hand, trying to penetrate these projections and revealing a curious expression.

    This is the first time he has seen his brother Aaron, who was taller than him and had a worried expression on his face, and said:

    "Robert Kiraman? Brother says, we are brothers."

    "I can understand your alertness temporarily, from the situation of my future offspring, they have lost their faith."

    "I'm afraid so too."

    Luo Jia noticed that after she finished speaking, there was a flicker of doubt, even regret, on Kirillan's face.

    "I can't maintain it for much longer, this is Brother's ability," he raised his hand with almost dissipated mana form, "Kirillan, no matter what you do in the future, I forgive you, just like father apologized to me -"

    Bang! The palace guard behind Kirillan shattered the chair in front of him:

    "Impurity, blasphemy! How could the King -"

    Aaron jumped down from Kirillan's chair and rushed to the palace guard in front of him, yelling:

    "Shut up! This is our family matter! The old fellow didn't say anything; why are you all acting so rashly!"

    Luo Jia couldn't help but laugh at her brother's behavior, smiling softly and saying:

    "So, I also ask you, my brother, Kirillan, please believe our brother. At least he is more reliable than father and also loves us more."

    Kirillan's hand did not relax from the button, he said nothing, just watching Luo Jia's mana clone gradually dissipate.

    After completely losing the reaction of the original body, Kirillan finally collapsed onto his own chair like a rat being released from a tight-releasing wheel.

    He was exhausted, but his first words were still performing his duties:

    "This signal record is classified as top secret. Any inquiry will be directed to the secret level of the cloned original body."

    His eyes were very tired and wanted to close, but he was still confirming the data of Luo Jia's mana detected, without any corrupt aura, pure and unparalleled.

    This damned duty.

    Why must he suppress his inner emotions and rigidly execute every rational command?

    The central console gradually rose, accompanied by a palace guard, personally executing the storage situation of the signal source.

    Another palace guard, Vaber, was breaking his chair back by hand.

    Muttered deeply:

    "Your Highness, just now was too risky. If this is a trick by chaotic gods, they might launch an attack when the fleet leaves Aspace. In that case, we will have to sacrifice a lot of troops."

    "It should have been fired directly, if this is indeed the effect that Your Highness believes in the ritual, it won't do any harm."

    It's the first time Aaron has seen these huge rooms completely constructed of metal, but his youthful curiosity couldn't be satisfied as he had to quickly focus on arguing back:

    "How do you speak? You all seem to be so crazy. Meet and fight, your own people will be fine even if they do. Is it just for betting on the possibility that they are enemies?"

    Vaber maintained the greatest possible calm, his voice muted from beneath his visor:

    "We have no choice! Only an unyielding strike is the best answer to our liege."

    "You haven't seen the deceitful and filthy tricks of those abomination forms, we don't have time to determine who they are, because we have no chance of failure!"

    Aaron could feel Vaber's anger in his tone, Kirillan relaxed his hand covering his face and spoke:

    "Vaber, this has nothing to do with my brother. It's not his responsibility. Luo Jia's mistake, indeed, has some involvement from our father."

    "I was also involved in it."

    Vaber couldn't tolerate the regent's words, repressing his anger, his voice trembled:

    "Your Highness, Aaron Wil may not be able to distinguish, but, just now, you were about to press the fire order, why did you stop! We have no choice of adventure cards and no opportunity to make a decision."

    "Enough! Vaber!" Kirillan roared, his face even turning a little red.

    He rarely loses his temper in front of others. His adoptive parents had told him that anger doesn't solve problems; it only leads one towards destruction.

    He had been about to press the button just then, but this was his first time wearing that animal skin skirt under the armor of fate.

    It sounds absurd, his movements were blocked by the animal skin skirt, like his father's perverse joke, pulling some part of the body.

    It made him hesitate until his brother appeared.

    All of this is too absurd.

    Aaron approached Kirillan and patted his knee, looking back at Vaber:

    "I'm sorry, I know nothing about the future and am not clear about your situation."

    "But, Vaber, please allow me to address you by your name."

    Aaron took a deep breath, his face firming up:

    "Now you have a new choice! I don't know if my boasts are just a joke to the pain you've experienced. But this dark future that I know nothing about has never happened to me."

    "I will do everything in my power to prevent and change. Even if I can do it, even if my father couldn't!"

    The only thing Aaron learned from his father was not to waste energy on self-psyche, but to stick to his goals.

    If his father were to choose to let things go, even if he started regretting it.

    Then he will change everything in place of his father!

    An older brother is like a father, and a child must be educated.

    Vaber straightened up, clenching the sharp blade in his hand:

    "I have heard countless boasts, but only action can turn them into results."

    The palace guard turned and left, unwilling to get too involved.

    At this moment, on the central control platform, there were only Aaron and Kirillan, the brothers.

    Aaron approached his brother and comforted him:

    "Past events, leave it to me. Future events, you go ahead and do what you want. I believe you can bear all of this, and father - well, I guess father believes in it too. He said himself that if you can take over his duties, that's good."

    Kirillan finally relaxed his hand, let out a long breath, and looked at his brother.

    Aaron tried to stand on his tiptoes, poke his brother's cheek, and try to make him smile:

    "If I meet our other brothers, before they make a mistake, I will love them. No, I have never seen them when I already loved them."

    Aaron's body began to become ethereal; this dual dream could not last long.

    "Oh, I have to go. Remember, look up at the place where you can see stars from three pyramids, I wrote a letter to you on a clay tablet!"

    "And, father said he agrees to your becoming the Emperor. I don't know if it helps you, but there is nothing more I can tell you about your matter!"

    He began to dissipate, and finally disappeared.

    In the next moment, the palace guard Vaber who had just left was knocked over by a small obstacle, and after catching those words, his perfect body began to show errors.

    If anyone who knows about palace guards saw this scene, they would feel that it was not strange for Keanzi to trip him personally.

    Vaber's hands scratched the ground, leaving marks.

    "Your Highness, Your Highness said what he wants to do! Abdicate to the Regent? This is not in the communication content between Marum and Caul! Damn it, this treacherous Limit Warrior, his ambitions are indeed enormous!"