"Actually, you can bring your little girlfriend too. I think everyone won't mind having an extra child at the tea party."

Wang Hao turned his head and looked at Momoa, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

These words were no longer transmitted spiritually, but were spoken generously to other leaders.

Since Momoa showed her talent for predicting and judging the direction of a general while exploring psychic powers, Wang Hao has paid more and more attention to her.

From skill development to all aspects of private life, on the first day of the new year, Momoa, Vansini and the two little ones were a family of four. The three of them were invited to a party, leaving only Vansini at home.

It's miserable just thinking about it.

"Well...this is against the rules."

Momoa's face turned red, and he turned his face slightly to look at someone else, his posture awkward.

There is no point in attending a party and taking care of your family.

"And the girlfriend and stuff... haven't been confirmed yet."

"That's it~ I thought little Kaiteng had found a couple who are qualified caregivers."

Wang Hao pretended to be suddenly enlightened and smiled knowingly.

The two of them clearly like each other deeply, and their relationship is based on friendship, and they are already lovers. Vansini often expresses her love in sideways ways, and Momoa occasionally feeds her dog food, but she refuses to express her love directly.

"You...I..."

She opened her mouth several times but couldn't say anything. Gudu's aunt laughed so hard that Momoa wanted to dig three feet into the ground and become an ostrich.

Not daring to run, and unable to hide her face when talking, Momoa's eyes drifted to the side of the room, and she suddenly deliberately adjusted her voice and abruptly changed the topic.

"...Lord Gudu, has the information on psychic theory been helpful to everyone?"

"Ah~ okay, okay."

Seeing Momoa becoming serious, Wang Hao had no choice but to stop teasing her. "Thanks to you, Honor's new job is progressing smoothly."

Momoa felt somewhat relieved after hearing this, and his expression was not so embarrassing.

'Perhaps the psychic ability to give birth to a daughter can help Honor's experiment more.'

Wang Hao closed his eyes and complained secretly, but did not say it out loud.

Of course, he is not completely idle when he cares about his subordinates' marital problems.

On the one hand, he wanted to bring his subordinates together to form a bond, and on the other hand, it involved the Holy Sword's plan to expedition to the Milky Way a few years later.

Momoa's conditions are very suitable. He is a pioneer of civilized psionic users. He is currently studying the psionic system of the Gudu civilization. After a few years of spiritual flight, he has no qualifications and is an awakened psionic user of Gudu (Mahou Soju).

) should be called Teacher Momoa.

The same goes for her connections. The gifted psychic twins, the Kaiten sisters, follow her every step of the way. Baymax, the shipboard AI of the Holy Sword, has met each other several times and is considered an acquaintance.

Finally, and most importantly, Momoa's psychic talent can just fill the vacant position of leader of the admiral.

Wang Hao clearly remembered that the description of the naval admiral's psychic qualities was: short-term prediction of the future.

The Holy Sword is destined to roam the galaxy for decades or even centuries in the future. It will spend most of its life locked in that ship and bear the burden of civilization. Even the psychiatrist assigned to the ship doesn't know if it will work.

For psionic users like Momoa who have half a foot on the Holy Sword, they must gather the bonds of civilization in advance, deepen the concept of positive emotions, and reduce the accident rate.

To use the theory of a certain hot-blooded drama, use the obsession of love to overcome spiritual emptiness.

'The progress of civilization requires sacrifice...'

Thinking of this, Wang Hao muttered silently to himself, his face becoming depressed without changing his expression.

If it wasn't profitable, who would be willing to let their daughters suffer?

Two years of fishing, not to mention two years in the Gudu civilization, even two years with a dog, the relationship will be deeper than the relationship with the Blue Star Federation, not to mention that everyone in Gudu is so beautiful.

"Psychic theory? Are you calling me?"

Honor, who was not far away, raised his head when he heard the words, licked the corners of his mouth, walked slowly with a half-eaten matcha cake, and stared at Momoa.

"I seemed to hear psychic energy just now."

"Uh...yes, hello, Ms. Honor."

Momoa straightened his mind and nodded in salute.

As far as she knew, the field of psionic theory was divided into the Institute of Sociology under the leadership of Scientific Officer Honor. Three months ago, she personally sent the information on psionic theory.

"The theory of psionic energy is related to our psionic users. It took me more than a year to decipher the data intermittently. Little Kaiten also participated in it later. I don't know if it has played its own role in the empire."

"Of course, little Momoa."

Honor first glanced at Gu Du, raised his skirt and saluted, then raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The elegant posture paired with a pure white dress and a rose on the chest looks pleasing to the eye.

"Currently, the Academy of Social Sciences is working with the cabinet government to optimize administrative efficiency. The theory of psychic energy can help us better understand the relationship between individuals and groups by elaborating on the thoughts and will of intelligent life."

"Oh, tonight is still very long~ If you don't mind, let's go and talk about psychic powers. Lord Gudu said that you have been exploring psychic powers recently..."

Staring down at Momoa and Kaiten from a high position, Honor mentioned psionic powers and seemed to be remembering the last time he gave three psionic users a physical examination. His expression seemed a little unfinished.

"Let's take advantage of the free time at the party to chat for a while."

"My pleasure."

After receiving Honor's invitation, Momoa breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at each other.

This was not the first time that she had seen Honor's research-intensive expression, and she was not surprised.

It was her first time attending a tea party, and she was at a loss as to what to do. It would be great to have a leader who could arrange something for her... at least it would be better than being 'match-matched' by Gudu.

"Lord Gudu, then I..."

Momoa looked back at Gu Du apologetically.

The Kaiten sisters completely obeyed Momoa's idea, not to mention Honor, who suddenly had four pairs of eyes staring at her.

"Go ahead."

Wang Hao on the side waved his hand, feeling helpless and amused, watching the four people walk away with mixed emotions.

He stared at the person he was chatting with unblinkingly, but Honor intercepted him midway and dragged him to a corner to discuss the topic. He even playfully stuck out his tongue before leaving, and he didn't look like he was 48 years old at all.

"Just study it, so that civilization can improve the psionic user's training system as soon as possible."

Talking to himself, Wang Hao suddenly caught a glimpse of a passing large floating sphere from the corner of his eye.

He turned around and knocked a few times, then asked curiously.

"Babai, they are going to discuss the subject of psionic powers. Your former captain was also a psionic user. Why don't you go with us and have a chat?"

"Ah? Psychic power."

Hearing Gu Du's voice, Dabai, who was sleepwalking, suddenly came back to his senses and pulled out the CPU that was immersed in the network.

Curiously, he glanced at Momoa's side and found Honor, the leader. He suddenly became excited and hurriedly refused. "No, no, no!"

"Lord Gudu, you know me. I am the most nostalgic person. I just came back from the mining station in the Elimaden galaxy. I saw the relics of the civilization companions of my former followers. I felt uneasy and temporarily closed the pre-era information in the host computer.

Store memories."

Dabai didn't want to do what happened when Honor scared him into the hospital at the beginning of the year.

If it is not necessary, it would rather go to the operating table in Mooney's laboratory than to go to Honor's psychological consultation room.

The Academy of Social Sciences is too unfriendly to electronic neural network intelligent people.

"...Okay, it's a shame for you." Wang Hao looked at it speechlessly without delving into it.

Dabai shook his head openly. "The universe is like this. My positron processor is very receptive to this kind of thing that should be taken for granted. Master Gudu, you don't need to comfort me."

"The Gudu civilization of our era will always be with you."

Stepping forward and patting Dabai's outer shell, Wang Hao could detect its emotions, which were half nostalgia for things and people, and half fear of Honor.

Oh, now the nostalgia takes over.

Perhaps the topic just touched upon a sad point.

A few months ago, Elsa discovered the [Surface Coordinates] event in Elimaden, and finally found that it was just an ancient small short-distance transmission device, used by the follower civilization as a detection marker.

At the signal mark, there are only a number of large-scale precious metal deposits.

Nothing else.

As for the mining station of the follower civilization in Dabai's memory, there is no trace at all.

Millions of years have passed, and the products of civilization flying in orbit have long since perished and submerged into the molten planet, leaving no trace behind.

Dabai took advantage of the holiday in the second half of this year to drive the Holy Sword to visit his hometown in the Elimaden system, but gained very little.

"No civilization can claim to be eternal, but I can!"

While speaking arrogant words, Wang Hao showed an encouraging smile.

"It's enough to experience loss once."

"...I hope so."
To be continued...