"Hello, Your Highness," Gong Ming said apologetically. "I'm sorry to bother you, but your teacher, General Bo Jichen, gave me your contact information many years ago, saying that I could contact you if I needed anything."

The correspondence his teacher sent him many years ago?

Does this mean that the teacher has always known about Lord Gongming's disappearance over the years, knowing where he is and how he disappeared?

Agares paused for a moment, then politely replied to Gong Ming, "It is my honor to have your favor. Please speak freely!"

Gong Ming replied crisply, "That's right, my students and I are going to conduct a planting experiment on a planet."

Upon hearing this, Agares immediately understood: "Your safety is assured. I will assign someone to protect you. You do not need to make the necessary paperwork in person. I will send someone to sign the necessary documents with you. All expenses for your planting will be covered by the military. May I ask which star system and planet you are on in the Empire? I will send someone there to sign the necessary documents and file them with you!"

Talking to smart people is so effortless, Gong Ming thought with satisfaction: "I'm on Rebirth Star!"

Agares's brow furrowed: "You're on Rebirth Star?"

The student he was referring to wasn't any other student; it was his registered mistress. Yes, his mistress got Gong Ming to take her as a student after just one meal, and she even boasted about it on the StarNet.

Because of his young wife, Gong Mingyao disappeared without a trace for many years, only to resurface and let people know that he was not dead.

But why did she have to go through Lord Gongming to apply for everything, instead of finding a teacher to help her with everything herself?

Gong Ming didn't notice the lowering of his voice. "Yes, the people protecting me don't need to enter Rebirth Star. They just need to patrol around Rebirth Star. As for the people who asked me to sign the filing documents, have them wait for me at the Rebirth Star space station. Remember, don't let anyone go outside the space station."

Agares' dark eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "I will try my best to meet your requests. If you have any additions, you can send me a message anytime, anywhere. Of course... I hope you will not play the disappearing act again. If there is a next time, I will dig three feet into the ground to find you and make sure you lose your freedom completely. I wish you all the best, happy planting, goodbye."

Gong Ming: "..."

He stared at the severed quantum computer and blinked.

The young marshal of the empire, trained by General Bo Jichen, was so sharp-tongued on their first encounter. It felt as if his disappearance was a crime against him, as if he had stolen his wife.

What a mess of feelings! He didn't even know his wife. Gong Ming shook his head, thinking of continuing to scroll through his contacts, when he saw the photos his little darling had sent him: an endless grassland, rabbits faintly visible, and antelopes.

He stared at the photo for a moment, logged into his StarNet account, uploaded the nine-grid photo, and wrote: "I, Gong Ming, am back. I am about to begin a new chapter with my last disciple on this picturesque planet!"

Master Gongming, who has been missing for many years, even recently showed off his students and posted on Weibo.

Fans were relieved that he was still alive and well, and dared not hope that he would come back. Unexpectedly, he announced his return today.

And judging from the photos, it's clear they're going to do some planting!

Despite it being early in the morning, there were still many fans, making Gong Ming's Weibo post go viral.

Many people left comments: "Am I still dreaming? Yesterday, the newly promoted 7th-level plant healer said he bought two planets and was going to start planting. Today, Gongming has returned. Is there some strange magnetic field between these big shots that attracts each other?"

"I don't care, I don't care, I just want to help the big shots farm. So here's the question: should I farm for the newly promoted 7th-level plant healer, or for Lord Gong Ming?"

"The person upstairs is trying to cheat. Do you think you have a choice? I'm willing to give up two planets just for one spot to dig the ground."

"The person upstairs is trying to cheat. I'm willing to give up five planets just for one spot as a lackey, I ask for nothing else."

"You guys are all dreaming. These two big shots are farming, and you guys are going to be their lackeys, digging the ground? Don't be naive, everyone. The people who can dig the ground for them and be their lackeys are at least department heads, doctoral supervisors, professors, level 4 or above therapists, level 5 or above planters from major universities. At the very least, they are military officers of the rank of senior colonel or above. Do you understand?"

"Upstairs, it wasn't very harmful, but it was very insulting. It's hateful, absolutely hateful!"

"Upstairs, it wasn't very harmful, but it was very insulting. It's hateful, absolutely hateful!"

"Upstairs, it wasn't very harmful, but it was very insulting. It's hateful, absolutely hateful!"

Agares sent a message to the Supreme Court, and within 5 minutes the Supreme Court responded that it had notified the Supreme Court branch office closest to Rebirth Star to send someone who would arrive in an hour and a half.

Afterwards, Agares came across a blog post that Gong Ming had made on the StarNet, and he stared at it for a long time.

Mohr slowly moved to his colleague's side, nudged his fellow sufferer with his hand, and communicated silently with his eyes, "Manager, what's going on?"

His colleagues silently replied, "Don't jump around. The coach's aura is off. Be careful, or you'll have to do another two hours of sprinting!"

Moore: "He's busy. I guess his wife sent him a message. He's so engrossed in reading it!"

Moore's colleagues all turned to look at him, silently asking, "How did you know it was the Madam?"

Moore smiled smugly.

Before his smile could last two seconds, he felt a sharp and imposing gaze fall upon him.

moment.

He stood tall, chest out, and buttocks raised, staring straight ahead at his own team's leader!

Agares shifted his gaze from Mor, glanced at the crowd before him, and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, look at yourselves now. Ignoring your mental strength, you're no different from cripples."

Everyone: "..."

No.

Even if they use their mental power, they are still useless compared to a commander who doesn't use mental power.

Therefore, in front of their own leader, whether they use their mental strength or not, they are useless.

Agares commanded, “The last 52 men, step forward!”

The last 52 people looked like wilted eggplants, and they stepped out of line on their own, their bodies dirty and their faces covered in sweat.

With his hands behind his back, Agares looked at the last 52 runners who had lost the race and said, “Gentlemen, for the next 10 days, in addition to kneeling on washboards and washing clothes by hand with durians, you will also have to write 2,000 words of reflections by hand. Of course, don’t forget to clean your guns, cannons, and mechs as well.”

The last 52 members of the hunting legion who lost wished they could die on the spot. Why was the commander so ruthless? In the past, he would only cleanse for two or three days, or at most five days. This time, he wanted to cleanse for ten days.

Could it be that the commander-in-chief's desires are not yet satisfied, and his soft and lovely wife knows that he is serious and unsmiling, so she doesn't want to be with him anymore and wants to divorce him?

Or is it that someone poached his employees and he's taking it out on them?

Agares turned his gaze back to the winners and took two steps forward: "Everyone, I need two reinforced regiments to board the patrol warships and patrol Rebirth Star 24/7 to protect the Rank 7 Healer!"

Everyone's pupils constricted, and they gasped. Protecting a 7th-level plant healer? What kind of divine task was this?

The pain in Moore's knee hadn't completely subsided, but he had already forgotten about it. He opened his mouth and said, "Report, Commander, are we here to protect the newly promoted Rank 7 Plant Healer?"

"It's not her, it's Lord Gong Ming." Agares' dark eyes deepened as he finished speaking, and he issued the order: "Gentlemen, the two reinforced regiments, one main combat regiment and one auxiliary combat regiment, within half an hour, I don't care what methods you use, whether you're bloodied and battered, or have broken arms and legs, whoever appears outside the patrol ship fully dressed can board the patrol ship."

Agares paused for a moment, then took out the box containing ginger slices that he had given him to pack cherry tomatoes from his spatial storage.

He placed the box on the ground, opened it, and the small red tomatoes were immediately exposed to everyone's eyes.

He pointed to the cherry tomatoes in the box, a typical "punch and then sweet" approach: "Of course, the first 10 people to run outside the patrol ship will receive a bunch of cherry tomatoes grown by the newly promoted 7th-level plant healer. I hope everyone will work together and keep it up!"