"Your Highness, it's time for you to rest."
The captain of the Just Guard took advantage of the opportunity to open the door and glanced into the room. Seeing that Alexander noticed it, he quickly reminded him of the time.
"good."
There was a response from inside the house, but there was no sound of anyone moving or lying down.
Just closed the door gently and turned around to see that Tyro Wilbur had not left.
"You are really strict, you even have to calculate the time so accurately."
"It has been less than a year since His Highness was born. He needs enough rest."
Caster didn't care what others thought of him, and waved to the Imperial Guard brothers in the corridor.
"Duncan Doppler, I'll leave this to you."
"Don't worry, Just, the brothers in the battle team have rested long ago. You should go back to sleep as well."
Duncan Doppler had a small scar running through his eyebrows. He was standing in front of Alexander's door, holding the spear of the guard and leading nine guardsmen.
At present, Juste divided the forty forbidden troops into four groups according to combat needs.
The ten-man combat force was headed by Duncan Doppler.
The medical team consisted of ten people, with Baker Fred in charge. They were the ones who learned the transformation surgery of Space Marines, but one of them specialized in toxins and did not participate.
There are also ten people in charge of the management force, with Lope Popok in charge. Whether it is docking with the planetary governor or supplying warships, they are all the elite of the elite.
The rest is the Guards team, which is under the personal charge of Juste, responsible for coordinating Alexander's learning tasks and combat needs.
When necessary, these versatile Forbidden Forces can also be mobilized internally.
"Can we talk?"
Tyro Wilbur stuck his helmet on his waist and pointed to the corner of the corridor next to him.
"Come with me."
Just opened the door to the lounge next door and motioned for Tyro Wilbur to go forward.
However, when both of them entered the room, Caster did not close the door, but allowed the brothers on guard to hear their conversation.
When it comes to His Royal Highness, the eldest son, even Caster must be supervised by the other brothers.
"If you are inquiring about His Royal Highness the eldest son, then don't say anything."
"No, I just want to talk about you Imperial Guards."
Tyro Wilbur placed his helmet beside him.
He noticed that the door was not closed, but he did not make a sound to remind him.
"I noticed that the Custodes are much taller than the Astartes."
"Will your gene seeds also become more powerful?"
Upon hearing this, Juste immediately lowered his eyebrows and stared at Tyro Wilbur with a serious face.
Any information about the Forbidden Army cannot be disclosed to the outside world without permission, and it is allowed to be rashly probed. In some cases, it is even allowed to directly hold the opposing army accountable.
"No, I don't want to inquire about your situation."
Tyro Wilbur immediately understood that he might have mentioned the taboos of the Imperial Guards, and immediately stated his intention.
"His Highness told me that the gene seeds may increase in variability with iteration."
"I know that the Imperial Guards are all top talents, and I would like to discuss it with my brothers who have researched genetic engineering."
The captain of the Guards of the Just Guards did not agree immediately, nor did he refuse immediately.
His mind was pondering over the information exposed by Tyro Wilbur's words.
"The Custodes are not interested in Space Marine gene-seed."
"If His Highness hadn't liked to study these things, do you think we would have learned organ modification surgery on a large scale?"
"The affairs of each legion have nothing to do with our Terran Custodes. We are only responsible for guarding the palace, the emperor, and His Highness."
Today's conversation was an out-of-the-ordinary conversation, and Tyro Wilbur knew that continuing the conversation would not solve the problem.
After saying goodbye, he took his helmet and prepared to leave the room.
"Professional things need to be done by professionals."
"His Highness knows this and we should believe him."
Juste didn't get up to see him off, he just leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
With a click, the door closed softly, and silence ushered in the lounge.
"Professional people? The Martian Mechanicus, the Lunar Genetic Modification Base, the Emperor..."
Tyro Wilbur muttered quietly, and his figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the corridor.
...
Next door, Alexander's lounge.
The servo skull quietly stops on the table and enters standby.
Alexander, who was wearing a robe, did not get up to go to bed. He kept thinking about the gene seed in his mind.
Almost all the start-up legions were damaged during the second establishment of the army and the splitting of the war group.
Only a few legions can build a complete army. For example, the Ultramarines, which are famous for their logistics, can quickly complete it relying on the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.
It is not difficult to imagine that without the support of the Emperor, the biggest problem is the integrity of the gene seeds and the Astartes organ modification surgery.
Are the Mars Mechanicus secretly using gene seeds for research?
Have the Ecclesiarchy and the High Lords Council of Terra blocked or destroyed the gene seeds?
"Tyro Wilbur, the Great Apothecary, the mainstay of the Imperial Fists."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you really discovered a big problem."
Alexander couldn't make up his mind for the moment, so he simply put the crown on the bedside table, walked to the bedside, lay down and squinted.
...
Boom, boom,
The ceramite armor stepped on the deck regularly.
Tyro Wilbur, the chief apothecary of the Imperial Fists, walked alone through the blocked corridors.
His mind was still thinking about who was the professional.
As his footsteps moved, Tyro Wilbur walked to a gene seed bank maintained by many technical servitors.
Looking at the pharmacists with different armor coatings inside, Tyro Wilbur's mind became much clearer.
"How is it? What did His Highness the eldest son say?"
A group of pharmacists from various legions were the first to discover Tyro Wilbur and swarmed forward to inquire.
Tyro Wilbur had no choice but to briefly tell them the story of gene seed mutation.
"Praise the Emperor, praise His Highness."
"Such a power, we are God's creation."
After hearing this, all the pharmacists sighed with emotion at the emperor's power.
However, they did not notice that Tyro Wilbur still looked heavy.
"I was given the opportunity to deliver a message directly to His Highness."
Tyro Wilbur coughed twice and did not stand high, but he became the leader of the pharmacists in front of him.
"I will establish a pharmacist alliance to protect the gene seeds of each legion and report abnormalities in a timely manner."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pharmacists from each legion looked at each other.
Someone asked tentatively:
"Form an alliance?"
Tyro Wilbur nodded.
"Technology interoperability and sharing?"
Tyro Wilbur still nodded.
"Then I'll join."
"I will also join, and our Lord Primarch will definitely agree."
The pharmacists in different colors raised their right hands to express their agreement to join this alliance.
After all, no one would think that a direct reporting channel is redundant.
"Hey bro, don't you have a Primarch in your Legion?"
With a bang, the Imperial Fist's apothecary received a punch.
"No, but I want to join."
The apothecary whose shoulder armor is painted red, Zadar Crosius raises his right hand.
