After Glek honestly confessed that he had been bound to a system, the marshal took him to the Imperial Research Institute for a series of physical examinations.

The entire examination covered everything from the inside out, even examining his mental abilities, but the institute staff still couldn't find anything abnormal about Glek's body.

This means that only Glek can use the so-called interdimensional trading system.

Morris was not disappointed with the outcome. As long as he ensured that Glek was loyal to the Empire, he would not do anything excessive to Glek. On the contrary, he would protect Glek's safety.

However, it should be made clear beforehand that all items obtained by Glek through the interdimensional trading system must be handed over to Morris. Of course, it won't be for nothing; Morris will also give him corresponding interstellar coins as a reward.

It made no difference to Glek; it didn't matter who he sold the fruit to, as he was just trying to earn Star Coins anyway.

Morris did not want these things for his own selfish reasons.

Over the years, the Empire's researchers have been studying everything about the ancient Earth, trying to revive its flora and fauna, and excavating its history and culture. However, because the era is so ancient, the research process has been extremely difficult.

With the help of the system that Glek was bound to, Morris believed that these research projects would soon make progress.

"Gleek, if the research makes progress in the future, you will be the biggest contributor."

Morris's words made Glek a little embarrassed: "Marshal, I was just lucky."

He was just lucky. Out of all the people in the entire intergalactic world, he was the only one who was bound to this thing called the Interdimensional Trading System.

“Don’t underestimate yourself; luck is also a kind of ability,” Glek’s humble attitude won Morris’s favor, and he felt that the boy was indeed a promising talent.

Morris promised to wait for Glek, and that after he graduated from the Interstellar Military Academy, he could arrange a position as a marshal's personal guard for him.

Glek looked at Morris in disbelief, then pointed to himself: "Marshal, you mean my personal guard?"

The marshal's personal guards—that was an unattainable dream for Glek. Even among graduates of the Interstellar Military Academy, becoming a marshal's personal guard was extremely rare. He had heard that only two senior students from the previous year had been selected.

“Of course, wouldn’t you like it?” Morris asked with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

“No, no, no, I’m willing, I’m very willing,” Glek quickly replied, afraid that if he hesitated to answer, he would miss the opportunity to become a bodyguard.

However, Glek was also well aware that the reason he was favored by the marshal was because of the interdimensional trading system he was bound to. Once this system could be separated from his body, he would lose his value.

The adjutant chuckled and said, "Marshal, please stop teasing him. Can't you see he's almost crying?"

Speaking of the Marshal's personal guards, we must mention the adjutant. He used to be one of the Marshal's personal guards, but eventually became the Marshal's number one person by virtue of his comprehensive strength in all aspects. It can be said that throughout the entire interstellar space, anyone who knows the Marshal of the Empire knows that he has an inseparable adjutant by his side.

Seeing that it was almost time, Morris urged him to hurry up: "Alright, Caesar, you take Glek back to school first. I have other things to take care of."

"Yes, Marshal," the adjutant saluted Maurice and gestured for Glek to follow him.

Glek followed his adjutant to where the hovercars were parked and whispered, "Adjutant, I can actually go back by myself."

He considered himself a nobody and not worth his adjutant wasting time sending him back.

Moreover, the interstellar hovercars are all autonomous. Whether there are people on board or not, the hovercars will follow the set flight path. After he returns to school, the hovercars can automatically return to the Marshal's Mansion.

The adjutant glanced at Glek: "Do you know what's most important in the military?"

"What is it?" Glek asked his adjutant, puzzled.

“It’s about obeying orders. The marshal ordered me to take you back to school, so I have to take you back to school, understand?” The adjutant shook his head inwardly. Teaching children was indeed troublesome.

Glek nodded vigorously: "Understood, thank you for your guidance, Lieutenant."

The adjutant didn't say anything more, but leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest. Glek wisely didn't disturb him.

After returning to school, Glek saw the message his father had sent to his personal terminal.

It was only then that he realized that the marshal's men had gone to find Karl first, so Glek quickly sent Karl a video call.

Glek sent his father a voice message.

"Dad, don't worry, I've already taken care of this."

Carl looked at Glek with some surprise and asked, "So what exactly is going on? Will this cause you any trouble?"

Glek told Carl everything that had happened that day.

Upon hearing that Glek had gone to the Marshal's mansion that day, Karl's face turned bright red with excitement: "So you really saw the Marshal today? That's unbelievable."

Speaking of this, Glek showed a hint of pride: "Yes, Dad, the Marshal is even more handsome than he looks on the StarNet. But he is a very gentlemanly man, and he is very approachable even in front of a student like me."

Then Glek told Karl about the promise the Marshal had made to him that day: after graduation, he could be directly selected as the Marshal's personal guard.

"My God, my precious son is so successful!" Kaka was so excited that he started gesturing wildly.

These are personal guards! Becoming the Marshal's personal guard must be the dream of every student at the Interstellar Military Academy.

Because once you become a marshal's personal guard, your future prospects are limitless.

Carl seemed to have already seen the moment when Glek would lead the family to the top.

“Greek, we must have a proper celebration when you get your next vacation,” Carl said with a smile.

Glek, somewhat worried, instructed, "Dad, this matter cannot be known to anyone else for the time being."

He was worried that Carl would get too excited and spread the news around.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid," Karl waved his hand dismissively.

The fewer people who know that his son is bound to a system, the better; the more people who know, the more dangerous it becomes for Glek.

The interstellar world is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface. Karl believes in the character of the Imperial Marshal, but he does not believe that everyone else is as reasonable as the Imperial Marshal. If someone disobeys and captures Glek for dissection, then he will have nowhere to cry.