Chapter 267 Visitors From Afar and the Prophecy of Death

"My Lord..."

Pushing open the iron-gray door inlaid with the imperial eagle, Allen Janus whispered to Calvin for instructions. The scheduled meeting time has arrived. After repeated delays, Allen decided to interrupt Calvin's current conversation.

Juan looked back at the giant at the door and smiled as he stood up from his chair. He had been immersed in the bureaucracy for many years and had a very high emotional intelligence at this moment. He took the initiative to end the conversation early.

"Then, please allow me to leave for now."

Juan said to Calvin, which was regarded as an end to the previous conversation, and the latter also responded sincerely:

"I have received your proposal and will consider it carefully. In the next meeting, I will discuss it as a separate agenda. Please prepare for the possible defense at that time."

"Your will!"

Juan bowed slightly, and under Allen's gaze, he saluted the owner of this hall with the eagle salute. Under Calvin's gaze, he slowly stood up and walked out.

Slightly moving aside, Allen and Juan smiled and nodded to each other. After watching the latter leave, he turned to look at the owner of the hall.

"My Lord..."

"I said, there are no more reception rooms this afternoon! Not one!"

Just finished discussing the colonization plan of the Hassan sector with Admiral Juan. Calvin gently rubbed his throbbing temples with both hands to soothe his brain that was working at high speed.

This complacent general is only 150 years old now. Among the high-ranking officials of the Empire who have undergone at least one life-extending operation, he can be said to be in the prime of life.

Even if he takes a step back, this is not an age to consider retreat.

But he happened to encounter this problem. His qualifications and merits came too quickly, making him reach the end of his military career ahead of time at this awkward age.

Two terms as commander of the star fleet, actually controlling the position of admiral of the three star fleets, and reaching the rank of admiral high lord before the age of 200, this qualification is a rare achievement for any general in the late stage of his career.

In the bottom-up system of the Imperial Navy, Juan is only three steps away from the pinnacle of naval officers, the Supreme Lord of the Navy.

But these three steps are like a natural barrier in the eyes of this ambitious soldier in his prime.

The Supreme Lord of the Empire, Admiral of the Navy, is in charge of one of the main forces of the naval fleets in the five major star regions of the Empire, and is also known as the commander of the star region fleet.

Only five people in the Empire can have such an honor. Considering that the five generals of the current star regions of the Empire are in their prime and have no faults, he has no expectations for this position.

Then there are no other options left.

After excluding the position of the Supreme Lord of the Navy, the only thing left for him in the naval officer sequence is the empty position of the Navy Marshal in the Ministry of the Interior of Terra.

Let him give up his career that is in its rising stage and become an honorary Navy Marshal who waits for death in Terra?

How is it possible!

But these are the only choices in the system. The pyramid of power is like this. The higher you go, the fewer choices are left for those below.

Like all those who failed to make it to the end, his lack of excellence was not the reason for his failure.

On the contrary, the wrong time was the biggest reason for them to miss that position.

But the Empire has its own inertia and rules.

The two chief officers of the Orpheus Sector of the Imperial Navy have completed their terms, and they have led and participated in a super-large Imperial campaign during their tenure.

Whether it is merit or qualifications, they are impeccable, and the Empire must give him corresponding rewards for both reason and emotion.

Juan is going to be promoted, but ironically, the reward he gets is to stay away from the navy where he has struggled all his life.

Enjoying glory and material luxury for the rest of his life, and then quietly waiting for death, is his best destination.

Of course, he would not agree with this ironic fate.

And this is why he is full of enthusiasm beyond the norm for the subsequent colonial affairs of the Hassan Sector.

Calvin knew this very well and acquiesced to his usurpation.

Juan's loyalty and courage have been proven, and even if his personal desire for power is too strong, it is only a minor flaw;

He and his family deserve the appointment of a star district governor, especially since this star district has just experienced a devastating war and is in a stage of reconstruction.

Calvin had actually drafted this appointment document a long time ago, and the newly-made seal of the Supreme Lord Grand Inquisitor had been used a long time ago.

In the eyes of the imperial high-level officials, the strategic and political value of the star district governor is far less important than that of the star district fleet commander;

In the eyes of any Supreme Lord who is out on patrol, the appointment of such a local bureaucrat is within the scope of arbitrary decision-making.

Not to mention that this star district was originally recovered by Calvin himself, and the Ministry of the Interior of the Empire would not have any objection to such behavior.

But he still chose to keep his attitude and did not directly inform Juan of this matter.

Because he was worried that informing too early would turn the impact of personnel changes to an uncontrollable direction.

This is his foundation, and he can't help but pay attention to every plant and tree in it.

Moreover, the geopolitical situation of Orpheus is too dense. The geographical environment where the four major star regions watch each other allows these star regions to help each other and share weal and woe when facing external threats, becoming a de facto large-scale sector-level government.

Their economic circle is also laid out according to this ecological relationship.

Faced with such a behemoth, Calvin had to be extremely cautious in personnel work. Before the final plan was determined, all personnel changes and his own attitudes could not be leaked in the slightest.

"My lord, it's Ophelia's envoy."

Alan whispered, and he was also very reluctant to add unplanned work burden to Calvin.

But as the de facto landlord of the Storm Star Region, the state church must also be respected.

"Let him in."

Calvin whispered, his hands just put down, and he forced his thoughts away from the things just now with the spiritual energy.

"Yes."

Alan Janus gently placed the documents of this meeting on the table, turned around and walked out, and his light footsteps made no extra noise except for the noise on his body.

"His name?"

Calvin remembered something, but at this time he was not in the mood to read the documents on the table again.

"Marduk, Marduk the Confessor."

Alan turned around to explain to Calvin, and kindly summarized the purpose of the envoy.

"He represents the state religion and comes to spread the faith of the star zone. And he seems to have some information we don't know."

"Hmm?"

Calvin frowned, and he regained the momentum of a gene original after concentrating his attention.

The ice-blue laurel wreath on his head flickered, indicating that his innate psychic power began to work;

The silver-gray pupils evolved to a higher brightness, indicating that his will began to gather.

Seeing these characteristics, Allen knew that Calvin had recovered, and he had the obligation to tell his gene father the complete news he knew.

"He said that he brought news about alien civilizations."

"What else?" Calvin asked.

"He also predicted and witnessed his own death."

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