Chapter 43: If Ronan loses control of pain, what should we do?

Meng Er connected to the butler system and checked: "Master, it's His Excellency Quentin Ducasse and An Nuo."

"Please ask them to come in."

The door slid open and Quentin stood outside holding Anno's hand.

Quentin changed out of his usual elaborate and gorgeous attire and wore a well-tailored light grey casual suit, which made him look calm and elegant. His light flaxen hair was neatly tied behind his head, revealing his smooth forehead. He was no longer the haggard beauty who could only look at himself in the mirror with pity, but now he was full of life.

An Nuo, who was standing nearby, was wearing cute little overalls and had a rosy face. When he saw Wei An, he immediately smiled brightly and called out crisply, "Brother Wei An!"

"Please come in." Wei An welcomed them in with a smile.

"I hope I haven't disturbed you with my intrusive visit, Lord Vian." Quentin's voice was gentle, with sincere gratitude in his eyes.

"Why, don't be so polite."

As An Nuo walked in, his eyes were drawn to the curious little orange cat on the sofa. His eyes lit up instantly: "Meow!"

He let go of Quentin's hand and trotted over to Wei'an, wanting to touch him but not daring to. He raised his little face expectantly and asked, "Brother Wei'an, can I hold it?"

"Of course, it's heavier now, so be careful." Wei An responded with a smile.

An Nuo carefully picked up Xiao Er and buried his face in the kitten's warm fur, rubbing against it contentedly. "Meow, I missed you so much!"

Meng Er very considerately came over with a drink, "Anno Ri! Meng Er prepared freshly squeezed orange juice and milk. Which one would you like?"

"Milk, thank you Menger!" An Nuo answered obediently, holding Xiaoer and sitting on the sofa, talking to it in a low voice. The scene was very warm.

Quentin looked at his son's happy face, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

He sat down on the sofa in the living room with Wei An, his eyes sweeping over the warm and comfortable furnishings around him.

The pure white cotton curtains were gently blown by the wind, and fresh fruits were placed on the table, exuding a fruity aroma.

Finally, it fell on Wei An, and he felt a little emotional.

"I came here mainly to thank you in person again. Not only for me, but also for my children." Quentin said solemnly, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would..."

"It's all over, Quentin." Vian interrupted him and handed him a cup of hot tea. "I'm very happy to see you like this now. Are you doing well in the Ducas family?"

"Very good." Perhaps because he was talking about something happy, Quentin's tone was a little cheerful.

Feeling the warmth from the cup's walls with his fingertips, Quentin continued, "Now that I'm out of that environment, I truly feel... like I'm still alive."

Wei An could feel the change in his entire mentality and was sincerely happy for him.

"That's good."

Quentin nodded slightly, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Actually, besides thanking you, I came here for another reason..." He lowered his voice slightly. "My father-in-law noticed through the Ducas family's intelligence network that things in the Northern Territory haven't been peaceful lately. Friction in the border star regions has become more frequent than in previous years, and it seems some forces of unknown origin are operating in secret."

Wei'an paused holding the cup, his brow furrowed. "Northern Territory? Yitulan did mention he was busy with military affairs in his recent communication, but he didn't elaborate."

An inexplicable worry arose.

"Admiral Ituran is very capable, and the Northern Military Region is famous for its strict military discipline. Logically, there shouldn't be any major problems," Quentin analyzed.

"This time, it's because the Ducas family has deep roots in the border trade routes and is very sensitive to these changes. You don't have to worry too much."

Wei An was silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the teacup.

"Thank you for the reminder, Quentin. Please also thank Lord Pro for me."

"It's good that you understand." Seeing that Wei'an had understood, Quentin stopped talking and changed the subject to a lighter one. "Annuo has always wanted to come see Xiaoer, and today he finally got his wish."

Sure enough, An Nuo over there was already playing with Xiao Er and Meng Er.

Meng Er took out a small bell ball from somewhere and rolled it to attract Xiao Er's attention. An Nuo followed behind and giggled, trying to hug it when Xiao Er caught the ball.

Looking at Annuo's lively appearance, Quentin's eyes showed a soft light.

"Annuo has become much more cheerful since leaving there."

"That's how children should be." Wei An smiled, and stood up to take out the cake he had bought earlier from the refrigerator. "Try this, it's said to be very good."

The exquisite strawberry cream cake was served on the table, and the sweet aroma filled the air.

An Nuo cheered, carefully put Xiao Er down, and ran to wash his hands.

Meng Er immediately acted as a waiter, skillfully cutting the cake into pieces and preparing a small dish of special, sugar-free cat milk cake for the waiter.

The atmosphere in the living room became more harmonious, and Quentin relaxed. He chatted with Vian about some old stories of the Imperial Military Academy and some interesting businesses under the name of the Ducas family.

Wei An discovered that, apart from the heavy past, Quentin was actually a very rich and interesting person with high emotional intelligence, and it was very pleasant to talk to him.

"Brother Wei'an," An Nuo finished eating the cake, with a little cream on his lips.

Quentin took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth. Wei An looked at Wei An expectantly, "Brother Wei An, can I come to play with Xiao Er often?"

"Of course, you are welcome anytime." Wei An agreed readily.

"As long as your female father agrees, you can also have the waiter bring you here. I gave Meng Er your access rights."

"Great!" An Nuo clapped his hands happily and looked at Quentin again, "Father, is this okay?"

Quentin gently touched his head and said, "As long as it doesn't disturb Lord Vian, of course you can."

"Don't bother me. I've been pretty busy lately, and Meng Er likes company."

......

The chill of late autumn was gradually replaced by the harshness of early winter. The leaves by the window became curled and yellow, and the sky in the central star field often appeared a cool gray-blue.

Wei An held a cup of hot milk tea in both hands, exhaled, and the glass fogged up immediately.

In contrast to the outside world, the project progress is becoming increasingly intense.

At Vian's suggestion, they added inhibitory ingredients to the reagent.

These days, they have conducted more tests and upgrades on biological agents, countless failures, and countless adjustments.

Inside the isolation chamber, after a high-concentration sample of the ∞ substance was injected with the latest version of the "Dawn-I" preparation, the black mist seemed to have been drained of its vitality. After trembling violently, it turned gray and eventually transformed into a pool of black precipitate that no longer had any activity.

Murphy's green eyes sparkled with something approaching ecstasy. "We did it, Vian! We succeeded."

Wei An was also infected by this emotion and became a little excited.

Looking at the pool of black sediment that no longer posed a threat, it was as if I saw hope for future liberation for countless people tortured by matter.

Although Murphy tried to remain calm, his slightly trembling fingertips revealed his inner excitement.

Oh my God, ∞ matter has troubled the Zerg for such a long time, is it finally coming to an end?

The "Dawn-I" preparation showed astonishing effectiveness against samples of ∞ matter that had escaped from the parasite.

Although the effectiveness and safety of the substance still present in the mental sea of ​​living female insects still require a lot of clinical trials, there is no doubt that the dawn has really arrived.

Imperial Palace.

The room, filled with the fragrance of books, was filled with an almost stagnant silence.

Dean Lin En stood with his hands hanging down, holding his breath and waiting for His Majesty's decision.

After a long time, Ronan finally raised his eyes. In those kind golden eyes, there was now only a bottomless pool.

"Lynn,"

Just simply calling his name made Lynn break out in a cold sweat on his back.

"Are you sure about the authenticity of this report?"

Lin En's heart tightened, and he quickly bowed: "Your Majesty, I have reviewed the data and their complete experimental records. It is conclusive."

"Undoubtedly..." Ronan repeated these four words softly, his fingertips unconsciously tracing a cold arc across the smooth tabletop. "So, have you ever thought about what this means?"

He didn't wait for Lynn's answer and continued speaking.

"It means that the order we have relied on for thousands of years will usher in an unpredictable chaos."

"Why do female insects need male insects? Why does the army need the royal family to allocate male insect resources? Why can the lower classes be content with the status quo? It is precisely because the pain and fear brought by material things are a sword hanging over the heads of every female insect."

"And the hilt of this sword is in the hands of the male insects, in the hands of the royal family who can allocate male insect resources, the Xiong Baohui."

He turned around, his gaze fixed on Lynn like a physical object.

"Now, you tell me, someone has invented a potion that can directly remove this sword."

"If we lose control of pain, how can we maintain order? Once those powerful female insects that are spread across the army no longer need to pray for the spiritual comfort of male insects, will they still be as docile as they are now?"

Lin En's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He didn't understand what the Insect King meant. He wanted him to keep an eye on Murphy's project and make sure nothing unexpected happened.

He had been watching them all along, and there had never been any problems. Who would have known that things would develop like this just a few months after Wei An joined?

Two months ago, the Ducas family wanted to upgrade all the hospital equipment within the family business. It was a big order...

Who knew that in just such a short period of time, the Dawn Project would be like a balloon. If he didn't tell the Insect King, it would be all over when the explosion sounded.

"Your Majesty... This, this is a great cause that will benefit the entire Zerg race. It can end the suffering of countless people, so shouldn't the people be grateful..."

"Suffering?" Ronan chuckled.

"Lin En, you are indeed just an excellent scholar. You don't understand that appropriate suffering is necessary to maintain rule. Absolute well-being will only breed absolute ambition."

Ronan sat back in his seat, regaining his gentle and elegant appearance. His well-maintained blond hair gleamed in the light. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped on the report.

"So...what does Your Majesty mean?" Lin En's voice was dry.

"The work at the institute cannot stop," he said unexpectedly. "Suppressing such a significant discovery will only backfire and become uncontrollable."

He pondered for a moment and then said:

"First, raise the confidentiality level of the Dawn Project to the highest level in the Empire. All personnel involved in core research, especially Wei'an and Murphy, are subject to information control. Without permission, they are not allowed to leave the central star field, nor are they allowed to engage in any form of technical exchange with the outside world."

"Second, all raw data and experimental samples of the project will be taken over by more senior researchers sent by the royal family. I will build a new research institute in the palace."

"Third, you will lead your team to continue research, and you must ensure that the use of this drug is under effective supervision. Do you understand?"

Lin En was so shocked that he was speechless and nodded quickly.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I understand."

"Go." Ronan waved his hand and picked up another document, as if the decision he had just made was just a trivial matter.

As for those alien races that have been deeply eroded by the ∞ matter and have completely lost their self-identity, they have recently begun to experience abnormal concentration and restlessness in their minds, and have been driven by a kind of thought full of anxiety and violence.

Something must be stopped...

The peace was broken.