"If you're here to tell me what a bastard that man called the Emperor was, you can leave."
"Believe it or not, I know better than you what he did."
Inside the mobile fortress.
Qin Mo sat on the sofa in his office after returning from the laboratory.
Ol'Peson sat on the sofa opposite him.
"Any further mention of that honey-tongued, cold-blooded, selfish monarch in human history makes me sick." Ol'Peson crossed his legs and touched the Catholic cross on his chest.
"Then what are you here for?" Qin Mo asked, puzzled. "I thought you'd left Terra with Usulan."
"I got caught up in the affairs of those bastards from The Illuminati and returned to my homeworld. It's a little more peaceful now, and I don't plan to leave." Ol'Peson said, "I served in your army for six months. I fought through the entire Ursh Extermination Campaign. Though it isn't time for me to retire yet, could I..."
"You can." Qin Mo nodded. "Your military merits will be converted, and you'll receive a large tract of land and agricultural machinery in the farming district. But you can't choose what to grow yourself. We're still under wartime controls, so you may only plant high-value crops that must be cultivated in soil."
Hearing Qin Mo answer before he had finished asking, Ol'Peson realized that Qin Mo understood him very well.
Qin Mo had actually known what request he was going to make.
And it was unlikely that the Emperor had told him anything about Ol'Peson.
After thinking about it, Ol'Peson decided not to think about it anymore.
As a Perpetual older than even the Emperor, if he investigated every matter to its roots, he would have gone mad long ago.
"Mm... all right." Ol'Peson nodded. "Then is there anything you need me