The military academy student who was chosen for questioning asked a question that resonated with many people.
Marshal Agares' wife, the Princess Consort of the Empire, is a physically weakling with no mental strength—a fact known throughout the Empire.
Those from the top ten military academies knew this even better. The Imperial Princess was studying at the Fifth Military Academy. As for why she was able to attend the Fifth Military Academy despite having an H-level physical ability and no mental strength, it was all quite obvious, naturally leading to thoughts of privilege.
Agares' sharp, deep eyes turned to the direction of the military academy student who had asked the question, and he replied seriously and earnestly, "Thank you for the question. First of all, hearsay is not to be believed. Secondly, my wife is participating in this mecha competition."
Agares' voice resounded throughout the hall.
Hundreds of thousands of people in the hall gaped, speculating wildly about what he meant by saying that hearsay was unreliable. Did he mean that the Marshal's wife's physical abilities were not good, or that she had mental strength, or that she was not at the Fifth Military Academy but at the First Military Academy?
right.
The marshal said his wife participated in the mecha competition.
Those who can participate in the mecha competition must have at least B-level physical and mental strength, so the lady's physical strength is not H, nor is she without mental strength.
The military academy student who had been asking the question continued, "Marshal Agares, your wife is participating in this mecha competition. As the chief judge of this competition, will you go easy on her?"
The question is very sharp.
To directly challenge authority.
Jiang Si smacked her lips, feeling a bit bored and craving something sour.
She used her consciousness to explore her own space, picked up a green plum, and like a mouse, secretly ate it. The unripe green plum had lost its astringency and was full of sourness. It tasted amazing.
Agares's voice was deep and flat, like the most precise robotic voice: "Student, 10 questions for 10 students, you've finished asking your questions, next!"
The military academy student who had asked the question quickly sat down, and the person next to him immediately beckoned to him, "Are you brain-dead? What kind of questions are you asking? Marshal, the most fair, just, and rigorous person in the empire, how could you possibly go easy on the Madam?"
"Exactly! You usually speak so well, how come you couldn't keep your mouth shut and asked such a question in such an important setting?"
The military academy student who asked the question chuckled: "I don't know either. My mouth got all sore from talking. Luckily, each person can only ask one question, so I didn't make things difficult for the marshal!"
He Ruanruan lightened the mood: "The first lucky person to have the opportunity to ask Marshal Agares a question face-to-face has been chosen. Next up is the second lucky person. Please look at the big screen."
He Ruanruan finished speaking.
The second person to ask a question appeared on the big screen.
The second person was not a military academy student, but someone who came in from outside to watch the opening ceremony of the mecha competition.
It was a girl, and facing the camera, she stood up slowly in disbelief: "Is it really me? Is it really me? Can I ask His Highness Agares questions directly?"
The renowned host, Lan Lingxi, replied with a smile, "It really is you! You are the second lucky person tonight. You can ask His Highness Agares any question you like, please ask!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The girl bowed repeatedly, her teeth chattering with excitement. "Your Highness Agares, I'm your fan. I've liked you for a very long time. My question is... my question is... your wife is participating in this mecha competition. As the chief judge of this competition, will you go easy on her?"
Ginger shreds: "..."
These are still fans.
Haters, please.
Why are all the questions being asked the same thing?
Who does she need to relieve her water?
Whom do you look down on?
Agares looked at the girl who asked the question as soon as she spoke. After hearing the question, his expression remained unchanged, and his deep voice was as calm and even as before: "Thank you for your question, miss. Thank you for your concern for my wife."
"First of all, my wife participated in this mecha competition based on her own abilities, not on my merits or the pre-selection by the Fifth Military Academy."
"Secondly, as the chief judge of this mecha competition, my duty is to be fair and impartial, and to discover outstanding talents. I will not go easy on her just because she is my wife. If I did, it would not only be an insult to my character, but also an insult to my wife. Next question!"
The girl who asked the question stammered her thanks.
Before he could finish thanking them, the camera switched.
Agares's domineering answer not only caused a burst of applause at the scene, but also made the people of the Troia Empire shout in the live broadcast: Marshal Agares is so cool. He may not seem to be protecting his wife, but he has protected her in every way.
Who wouldn't love and adore a husband like that? Whether he's fertile or not doesn't matter. He's the ideal husband, the pinnacle of husbands.
The third person to ask a question was a cadet from the First Military Academy. When the camera panned to him, he was more composed than the previous two: "Marshal Agares, it is an honor to ask you a question face to face. My question is, the Empire now advocates eating food, natural food, and mutated food, and abandons nutrient solutions. I ask you, on the battlefield, things change in an instant. Where is there time to cook? If something goes wrong, who will take responsibility?"
As soon as the person asking the question finished speaking, Agares calmly replied, "Thank you for the question. First of all, the Empire doesn't advocate eating food, natural food, or mutated food. Rather, it advocates that these foods are beneficial to human health, and this is supported by data. For specific details, you can access the latest data released by the military medical department, which is updated twice a month."
"Secondly, there is no official statement saying that people should abandon nutrient solutions and eat natural or mutated foods. It is the people's own choice, not something imposed by the government."
"Finally, the battlefield is ever-changing, and I know better than you that without the official abandonment of nutrient solutions, there would be no need for people to bring their own pots and pans to the battlefield, and to think about cooking while fighting."
"In summary, the Empire has ten star systems and ten legions, with a total of 8 million people in the ten legions. As their marshal, I do not want them to suffer from the torment of mental frenzy and the pain of genetic collapse."
"Then... eat natural food. Mutant food can stabilize the frenzy of mental energy and the collapse of genes. As long as they are not on the battlefield, everyone must eat it, understand? Next question!"
"Clap clap clap!"
Loud applause erupted again.
The cheers in the venue were deafening.
Jiang Si chewed on four green plums, like a little fangirl, and whistled the loudest tune.
Her whistling echoed throughout the venue, making her the most dazzling person in the city. No one could whistle as loudly as her; she was definitely a die-hard fan.
The fourth question appeared on the big screen. The Zerg leader, Chensha, dressed in a black military uniform with a high ponytail, stood up and waved: "Marshal Agares, it's been a long time. I'm glad to have a question for you. My question is: I heard you've gotten divorced. Our Zerg are willing to offer the Trojan Empire 10 mining planets, 20 water planets, and 30 agricultural planets as a dowry to ask for your ex-wife's hand in marriage. Please marry your ex-wife to our Zerg. Thank you!"
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