Actually, Malum doesn't drink at all. He also has no idea if the First Corps and the Thirteenth Corps have any little secrets in common.

    Can the political sensitivity of Father Kiriman really be described as dull?

    Impossible, we Malacrag have emergency plans for various political situations and our governance situation is far beyond the vast majority of worlds in the Imperial domain.

    After waking up, the cunning maneuvers for regaining power and returning to the sacred Terra were fully operational. Even other rookie legions, including those Asturats who did not fully comply with the Codex, were subject to the personal charm of the Primarchs.

    The original Space Marines were also successfully promoted.

    Other Primarchs would only be able to do this if they hadn't fallen!

    Such a father, who has made such tremendous contributions, to be unfairly judged by the Lord is truly unacceptable!

    He can only watch helplessly as his Majesty drinks cup after cup of wine, then boasts with the artisans.

    Fortunately, the steam curtain in the bath covered the disguise effectively. Plus, the Lord did not mingle with people.

    It's not yet causing chaos.

    After a while, some temple servants entered the room to massage the craftsmen.

    Anda took a careful look, everything was fine, no strange tubes or tools. Then he stood up and took off his robe:

    The attendants who arrived were all maids.

    "Come on, the animals have to be cleaned before they are slaughtered."

    Ah, at this moment, the Lord is truly optimistic.

    After the two of them lay down, Malum felt even more unclean.

    Father, I will not fall into degradation, but my visual training requires me to observe all the scenery around us.

    Anda enjoyed this feeling very much. With his eyes closed, he enjoyed the massage from the servants.

    However, he soon felt something was off, as if something was swinging back and forth.

    Oh no! He opened his eyes, and it was a man!

    Why is it a man!

    He looked in the other directions, and even over here at Malum's end, there were maids.

    Why did he specifically arrange a man for me!

    Anda, who had repeatedly stated that he would not lightly touch the hearts of others, had no choice but to break his vow and first exchange this servant with the one at Malum's end.

    Anda was very angry, but after learning the real reason, he couldn't really blame anyone else.

    It turned out that when he was working before, he was secretly fishing and that's why the people assigned to him always thought the number was wrong.

    And Malum worked hard and to the best of his ability. Many people heard about the story of this man who could hammer nails by hand.

    So today, when counting the staff, he suddenly noticed an extra person and had to send for a male servant to take the place.

    Anda tonight felt like he couldn't sleep well and was grumbling in anger.

    Before going home, the chief priest servant in charge said that after welcoming the pharaoh tomorrow, the rewards would be distributed.

    There's no need to worry about anyone not showing up tomorrow.

    Under the moonlight, Malum followed closely behind his Majesty, guarding against any dangerous actions the Lord might take because of today's psychological shadow.

    "Don't look at me so carefully, I'm not a kid who gets defensive and throws a tantrum when upset."

    Anda is someone with a strong ability to build psychological defenses, in the posthistoric era, he would be known as someone who never wastes internal energy.

    The two arrived at the house and found the courtyard in some disarray. In addition to Lao Wu's shed, there was an extra simple wooden workshop next to it.

    There was a device covered by cloth fabric on the slightly forward space of the courtyard, which seems to be incomplete.

    "Malum, what is this kid making? Can't it be another wooden horse again?"

    Anda stood at the window and looked in. Aaron was already asleep, with their clothes neatly washed and hanging up before going to bed.

    His shadow cast by the moonlight fell on Aaron's face, pitch black.

    Malum pondered:

    "It's said to be an instrument, perhaps because Aaron saw the Khan play a certain Chagris instrument in his dreams. The Khan is known as a famous musician. Even Fargraym has invited him to play music."

    Anda's face twisted into a wry smile:

    "I don't know how long it's been since I've heard music. All around my ears are the noises of steam pipes, gear clashing, air currents, and all sorts of mixed energies roaring through the pipes."

    Unfortunately, Anda's bitter face didn't last long before becoming angry:

    "Damn it, that old bastard is taking revenge on me! Suffering on the throne is the Emperor, what does Andar Will have to do with it!"

    Malum, who was used to Anda going mad, maintained a composed expression. Such a level of madness was nothing out of the ordinary.

    He reverently asked, "Your Majesty, what is your favorite piece of music?"

    He knew that at this moment, the skeleton could hear his question.

    Anda massaged his temple, crouching in the corner of the wall: "How should I know? What music is there in this era? It's all chaos."

    He took a deep breath, sighing and gasping.

    "Alright, alright, I'll search for future memories. One must reconcile with themselves."

    "The Ride of the Valkyries, yes. When Ealda and I listened to this piece in Vienna, we remembered our experiences in Northern Europe, when we nearly had a massive rift opened in the aetheric plane."

    "There were a group of human warriors, both male and female, riding horses across the snowy plain to aid us. I really didn't lose an eye due to hanging on a tree, Ealda that silly woman always likes to invent some strange stories for me."

    "Zeus was like that, and so was Odin."

    Anda's words were filled with anger, but his face had an uncommonly genuine smile.

    This was his future for him, but it became a memory.

    The future holds only a few pleasures, while the pain is endless.

    Malum carefully looked at the Lord's hair and whispered, "Your Majesty, may I initiate the ritual to transmit the message?"

    Anda casually waved his hand and said:

    "Just do it. Before giving Kiriman the pillow, and Lolla's papyrus, after the exchange there is still some residual force left."

    Malum respectfully bowed his head in acknowledgment and attended to the Lord's ablutions.

    That night, as Anda lay in bed to rest, he slept soundly, almost never dreaming. This foreboded the difficult future ahead.

    This time, he saw himself seated on a magnificent throne in a grand palace.

    In such a grand palace, every art form imaginable by humans was displayed. Every brick that was laid down was enough to leave a solemn mark in the history of human art.

    In the distance, there was a long platform extending forward, guarded by warriors clad in gold armor on both sides.

    Their figures were tall, but in comparison to the enormous structure and their own line of sight, they were just ants.

    These little people seemed to be carrying something over, a——record player?

    It's not an old thing, but a record player that has been rebuilt according to the ancient Terra's technology.

    A person in a red robe, unlike that of Korah, who was turning into a mechanical block, approached and tried to communicate something using his weak voice.

    It took him a long time to understand what the person meant.

    The cultural works of ancient Terra recorded their carriers not in material resources, but in the minds of certain individuals.

    They needed to record the records on-site to play back the songs.

    That's just too foolish.

    Humanity, why fall so low?

    Humanity, why fall so low?

    Humanity—

    Anda's thoughts became blurred. He was merging with his future self too much, so that his past self was bearing the pain of being shattered into fragments, losing his humanity, and being taken over by the destroyer of all things, the dark king.

    But at least, try to bear it for the sake of listening to this piece of music.

    Anda thought to himself.

    After several hours, the faint notes were not enough to cover the noise of all the thrones, but they were still gathered and carried into this skeleton's ear canal.

    The Lord of humanity finally found some comfort.

    At least there are things that humanity never forgets.