Rogal Dorn: If I'm caught, my brothers

Rogal Dorn: If I get caught, my brothers will laugh at me for centuries, won't they?

"Where did he go?"

The short veteran scratched his head, a little puzzled.

The Big Guy had been here just now. How had he vanished in the blink of an eye?

A little worried, he called over the Pilgrims in the same cabin and went with them to look for that Big Guy, Dorn.

If they could not find him, they would probably have to report it.

After all, that simple-minded Big Guy came from a distant frontier.

If he got separated from the pilgrimage group and ran around at random, he might well be taken away by the Terra Guard for questioning, and would also miss the pilgrimage process.

That could become a lifelong regret.

The warmhearted short veteran searched anxiously, but found nothing. Afterward, he reported the matter to the Chaplain in charge.

Rogal Dorn had disappeared.

He left the pilgrimage group and blended into the crowd, trying to reach the Imperial Palace by a faster route.

As for whether he would be discovered?

This Master of the Phalanx knew the Imperium's situation well. He understood clearly that the humans who came to Terra on pilgrimage numbered in the hundreds of millions.

The disappearance of a few people would not be noticed at all.

The Imperium would not care, and had no way to care.

That was inevitable.

As one of the builders of Lion's Gate Spaceport, and with the concealment of the Forbidden Relic, Dorn was confident he could pass through the hidden passages within the spaceport and head directly to the network beneath Terra.

That dense, black hive-like network of underground passages, left behind by many different ages, could lead to the foundations beneath the palace.

He knew there was