Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

"Then... Marshal!"

Yuze's voice was filled with sincere remorse: "This time... could you please excuse me from this punishment?"

"I swear to the Insect God, I will never speak recklessly again!"

Heroion glanced back at him indifferently, then waved his hand dismissively: "Go find Dia."

Dia was his civilian adjutant, responsible for organizing military documents and editing and recording various data.

In recent days, Dia has been writing a file on the marshal's leadership in the border war, which is a considerable amount of work.

Heroion told him to go find Dia, implying that he should go and help Dia organize the files.

This is obviously much easier than "letting him supervise those greenhorns," at least he won't be exhausted on the training field.

Yuze's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave a crisp and standard military salute: "Roger that! Thank you, Marshal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if afraid the marshal would change his mind, he vanished in a flash.

Herroyen looked in the direction he had disappeared, shook his head slightly, then looked away and headed towards the stairwell.

He didn't deliberately slow down; since he couldn't escape it anyway, he might as well face it sooner.

After going downstairs, he waved to a patrol car and gave the location of the sanatorium.

When the patrolling insect recognized his face, a hint of undisguised astonishment and reverence flashed in its eyes. Without saying a word, it started the car and sped off as if afraid of delaying the marshal by even a second.

In just a few minutes, the patrol car came to a smooth stop in front of the headquarters building of the neighboring healing center.

When Herroyen got off the bus, the female insects he encountered along the way all turned their heads to look at him, because the Marshal's reputation was just too great.

Herroyne walked past without looking to either side. The nurses who were passing by stopped and nodded to him. Several female soldiers who were applying medicine for him forgot their pain when they saw him, and their eyes were full of admiration and appreciation.

The sound of his military boots striking the ground echoed in the empty hall, one strike after another.

The elevator doors closed, and the numbers on the display changed.

In 30 seconds, the elevator arrived at the high floor.

The corridor here is much quieter than downstairs, and the light is brighter and colder.

Heroion stopped in front of the familiar dark wooden door, took a deep breath, and knocked twice.

"Come in."

A calm, emotionless voice came from inside the door.

Herroyen took another deep breath before grasping the doorknob, pressing it down, and then gently pushing it open.

Sierland sat behind a large desk, her silver hair meticulously combed back, revealing a angular face that bore a seventy percent resemblance to Herroyen.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, his head was down flipping through a document in his hand, his posture calm and aloof, as if whoever the insect came in was completely unimportant to him.

Before Heroion could speak, Sirland spoke first.

He didn't even leave room for pleasantries, going straight to the point, his tone as calm as issuing an indisputable command to a subordinate:

"Bring Yi Yi over tomorrow."

Without even thinking, Holoyern refused: "No..."

But before he could explain, Sirland interrupted him without hesitation, "Either you bring it yourself, or I'll go pick it up myself."

Those golden eyes finally lifted from the documents and met Holoyen's gaze.

The father and son had the same color eyes, but at this moment, the things churning in their eyes were completely different.

Moreover, Sierland gave him no chance to argue, continuing, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. If you don't send Yi Yi over, do you want him to end up like you?"

Heroion frowned slightly, but finally couldn't hold back and retorted, "You've already corrupted me, the 'main beam,' so I'll hand over Yi Yi, the 'second beam,' to you..."

"Heroine!"

"I'm not discussing this with you!"

Sierland interrupted him again, his tone tinged with impatience, as if he couldn't be bothered to waste time on this charade.

Horoion tried to ease the tension by changing the subject: "There's nothing major going on in the military lately. After I'm done with my work, I can go back and spend more time with Yi Yi."

He thought this would force Sylland to back down.

But the other person simply leaned back in their chair, their golden eyes gazing at him indifferently, as if watching a child who hadn't grown up yet, making a futile struggle.

"And then?" Sirland's voice was unhurried, yet carried the sharp edge of an archon.

"And then, next time we go into battle, we'll just throw Yi Yi to that inferior male insect to torture?"