Secret Talk

The floating Spore Sac, with numerous small pores opening around the walls of its Airbag Module, begins to expel the internal hydrogen gas through these pores, allowing it to slowly descend while continuously adjusting its direction.

Finally, the Spore Sac, enveloping Morgan, quietly landed on the lawn in front of a building in the palace. The Spore Sac quickly contracted into a small ball and fell to the ground.

Morgan ignored it, figuring other units of the Swarm would come and deal with it soon.

This is the entrance to the Queen's study. Morgan was very familiar with this place; the Queen would handle state affairs here every evening. In the early years of her reign, she often invited him over to consult on matters.

For a moment, Morgan was lost in memories.

Just a few days ago, the Queen had asked him to come here to ask questions, but having experienced life and death, he had the illusion that a long time had passed.

The surroundings were quiet. Logically, as a royal palace, this place should have been heavily guarded. But Morgan stood there casually for a long time, and no one came to question him or sound the alarm.

However, judging from the numerous guards in combat uniforms lying haphazardly in the surrounding corners, both in the light and the shadows, they were not deserting their posts, but rather had been cleared out by the Swarm beforehand.

Of course, they're all still alive. After all, this trip is about cooperation, so a little show of strength is enough; there's no need to make it too bloody.

The clearing operation was carried out by a small flying insect. Its tail was equipped with a stinger, which also carried a powerful hypnotic venom. A simple prick in the neck of the Rat-folk was enough to quickly put the unsuspecting Rat-folk guards into a deep sleep, lasting about two hours.

In front of the study door stood a gray and white female Rat-folk, fully armed, who, even in her unconscious state, still stood against the wall.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her; it was Terra, the head of the guard who was almost always by the Queen's side. Her presence meant that the Queen hadn't been wandering around today.

In fact, the Swarm's reconnaissance units had already clearly informed him that the Queen was in the study. However, Morgan had only been with the Swarm for a short time and had not yet adapted to the Swarm's highly coordinated combat style.

After all, the Swarm was guided by Rowan's will and could easily obey orders and act in unison. This was completely unimaginable to Morgan, who had only previously encountered the Rat-folk army.

Even the most elite Rat-folk army couldn't achieve that level of skill.

In the study, Queen Kerrigan sat quietly at her desk, waiting. She had already noticed the unusual activity outside, but she did not act rashly. Since the other party had already taken action and successfully dealt with the guards outside, even the monitoring room had not issued any alarms.

In this situation, either the other side has extraordinary methods, or there is a traitor within their own ranks. She leans more towards the latter, because she cannot imagine how to silently eliminate the guards outside without a mole.

Since that's the case, whatever she does next, the other side should be prepared. It's better to wait here and see who has such power, and find out who the mole is. Even if it means death, the queen's integrity cannot be compromised.

The moment Morgan pushed open the door and entered, their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze, and the two engaged in their first exchange.

"Are you here to kill me?" After a moment, Queen Kerrigan spoke first. She didn't understand why the other party had made such a big move, but the emotions expressed in her eyes were quite complicated, except for the lack of killing intent.

"You're overthinking it, Your Majesty. I'm not here to harm you." Morgan looked at the queen, who was already showing signs of wanting to die, and without trying to be mysterious, he took off his hood, revealing his face.

The newcomer's face looked somewhat familiar, but Queen Kerrigan couldn't immediately place him. She hesitated, then asked, "Who are you?"

"Morgan greets you, Your Majesty." Morgan gracefully performed a noble curtsy.

The moment she heard Morgan's name, the figure before her overlapped with a shadow from the Queen's memory; their manners and postures were exactly the same.

However, the person she remembered was already dead; she had personally ordered and witnessed his burial. Was this person a nephew or descendant of her teacher? That made the resemblance somewhat plausible, but what was their purpose in coming here?

In an instant, many questions arose in the Queen's mind.

So she asked, "What is your relationship with Mr. Morgan? What is your purpose here?" Since he wasn't here to kill her, he must have some other purpose. However, given the extent of his power and the lengths he went to intimidate her, it seemed he had something more to offer. In her mind, old Morgan was already a dead man, and she didn't even consider that possibility.

Morgan smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if Your Majesty still remembers when you were four years old, after your first punishment, you hid under the table on the right side of the study and cried. When you were five... a few days ago, I mentioned my speculation about God, do you remember?"

As Morgan recounted one story after another, the Queen's expression grew increasingly grim. Finally, still somewhat incredulous, she asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Morgan? How is this possible?"

Morgan remained silent. After a moment, Queen Kerrigan finally processed the news, her mood gradually calmed down, and her intelligence returned to normal.

She thought for a moment and asked, "Could it be..."

"That's right," Morgan replied affirmatively.

"But isn't that just a legend?"

"Legends may not be entirely unfounded."

"Then what are you doing, teacher?"

"After I died, I had the good fortune to see God, I offered my faith, and God resurrected me."

After the question-and-answer session, Queen Kerrigan's emotions, which had just begun to calm down, tightened again. Although she hadn't said much, the information she had received was incredibly shocking. Even the silent elimination of her personal guards hadn't shocked her as much as this sudden turn of events.

Morgan looked at the Queen's expression and said slowly, "I understand how you feel right now. After all, I was in the same situation not long ago, but that's just the truth."

Queen Kerrigan took longer to process the news this time, and she also quickly reviewed all the information in her mind.

We cannot rule out the possibility that an insider found someone resembling Morgan to create a false impression, but given her current situation, she is already a lamb to the slaughter. What is their purpose in doing this?

Many of the things Morgan just said were things only she and Morgan knew. But if what Morgan said was true, then things would be much more serious.

If her opponent were a traitor from the Merican Kingdom, even if she couldn't defeat him, at least it would be a battle on the same level as her. But if her opponent were the legendary figure, it would be a battle on a completely different level.

She had no experience dealing with gods, and compared to their mysterious and unpredictable nature, she was at a natural disadvantage.

For a moment, she was somewhat flustered.