A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Intermarriage is now permitted, the policy has been implemented, and the rights and interests of both parties are basically protected. Private airlines should also be allowed to operate.

There can't be no garrison in front of the wormhole, and the Crown Prince intends to have the Third Legion, which is already stationed there, continue to be stationed there as a formal duty.

In a panic, the Third Army Commander rushed to Earth, clinging to the Crown Prince's leg and weeping, "Your Highness—!!! Our Dragonfly Army, the mighty air force war gods—! We can't really become tollbooth managers—!"

The Crown Prince looked at the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces who slid in through the door: "..."

"Commander-in-Chief Carlo? What are you doing? The Stargate is a crucial point for communication between the two sides; its strategic value is self-evident. The Third Legion is stationed here, bearing a heavy responsibility and great honor. What's wrong with that?"

"Besides, when serving the Empire, what distinction is there between high and low? Tollbooth manager... oh no, wormhole guardian, this position carries immense responsibility and profound significance. Look, it concerns the safe passage between two civilizations—what a sacred duty!"

"Your Highness, please reconsider—!!!" The Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces clung to the Crown Prince's leg, weeping uncontrollably.

Are they going to all be reassigned to tollbooths as part of the Dragonfly Army, the Gods of War in the Air Force?

Their Third Legion! The sharpest blade of the Imperial Air Force! The iron bulwark of the Starfleet!

His resume is filled with impressive names like the Shattered Star Belt Campaign and the Abyss Race Extermination War!

What will they do next?! Stand at the entrance of the wormhole every day, like... like a sophisticated automatic access control scanner, checking the documents of every civilian cargo ship and tourist boat that comes and goes?! Counting heads?!

Hello, please show your air travel permit.

Hello, please have a sip of your water before you leave.

Sorry, your spacecraft exceeds the tonnage limit. Please use the toll lane next door.

The end of a hero's life!

They shouldn't become the gatekeepers of the wormhole!

Your Highness—!!!

"What about our colleagues from the other eight legions, Your Highness?! How can you leave our Third Legion to rest there? It's so unfair, Your Highness!" The Third Legion's commander began trying to drag the other legions into the conflict. "Please, take back your order! Our colleagues are risking their lives in the star system. We in the Third Legion can't bear to stay there and live a peaceful life forever. We'd rather go to the outer star systems and tackle the toughest challenges! From now on, let our colleagues from the nine legions take turns guarding the tollbooth as a form of rest, Your Highness—"

He clung to the Crown Prince's leg as if holding onto his last hope, his dark face filled with longing.

LOL.

The other eight army commanders will come and challenge you to a real-life duel sooner or later.

The Crown Prince observed the Commander-in-Chief's expression, which looked as if the sky had fallen, before slowly saying, "Commander-in-Chief Carlo Kelly."

"Hmm?" The Chief of Staff of the three armed forces looked at him with longing, his face still wet with tears.

"The matter of guarding the wormhole..."

The Chief of Staff's heart was in his throat.

"This is a necessity for the Empire's highest strategic security. The Third Legion has an inescapable responsibility."

"Your Highness—!" The Chief of Staff began to cry again: "Our Dragonfly Army's proud high-speed maneuver infiltration tactics! Our beyond-visual-range swarm strikes! Our deep infiltration behind enemy lines! What a waste it is for us to be stationed in wormholes, Your Highness—!"

"Hey, you can't say that. It's precisely because you're strong that I feel at ease entrusting the safety of the wormhole to you."

The Crown Prince spoke with a serious expression.

The light in the eyes of the Chief of the General Staff went out.

His arms, which were holding the Crown Prince's leg, froze in place, as if his soul had been ripped away, petrified on the cold floor.

Is the glory of the Third Army Corps about to be reduced to dust in the past, to a mere tollbooth, in his hands today...?

The Crown Prince is really wicked.

Seeing the despair on the Chief of Staff's face, he subtly curled the corner of his mouth.

"but......"

The Crown Prince's tone suddenly changed, becoming as beautiful as heavenly music.

The Chief of Staff suddenly looked up, a faint flame of hope rekindling in his eyes: "However?"

"What you say makes sense. The empire's territory is vast, and new threats are constantly emerging. With other legions fighting desperately outside, it's not practical to keep the Third Legion stationed in a safe place indefinitely."

The Chief of Staff held his breath.

"How about we switch to a rotation system for wormhole defense? The nine elite legions will take turns guarding the wormhole every three months, and spend the rest of the time guarding their own legion bases."

"Go and inform them to arrange the ranks according to the legion order, starting with the first legion."

The Third Army Commander, who was slumped on the ground, was stunned at first, and then a huge wave of joy swept over him!

The surprise came too fast, like a tornado.

Sorry, colleagues!

He sprang to his feet with a start (his movements were completely unlike his previous limp state), his bronze face instantly glowing with excitement. He was so overwhelmed with emotion that he forgot to salute, only repeating incoherently, "Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness! The Third Legion swears to serve you to the death! Sharpen your swords! Drink blood! Be ready at all times! I'll go inform them right away!"

He rushed out like a gust of wind, his steps as light as if he were three hundred years younger.

The Crown Prince sat on the sofa, watching him run out: "Are you that happy?"

However, the tollbooth manager...

The Crown Prince's bright blue eyes blinked.

You can't blame the insects for this.

If the other army chiefs of staff found out, and everyone had to take turns being the tollbooth director, wouldn't the Third Army Chief of Staff be beaten to death by them?

Especially Bi Shen.

Hee hee hee.

If Bishon knew this news—

The Third Army Chief of Staff is going to die.

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The day has finally come for the launch of private airlines.

Today, the Imperial Transportation Administration, in conjunction with the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, issued a joint statement on the opening of private air traffic through human stargate wormholes and regulations for entry into Earth, covering all planets within the empire.

Effective from the date of this announcement, the Human-Lelnia Stable Wormhole Corridor is officially open to private navigation rights for citizens of both sides, allowing private starships to navigate through it.

All unarmed civilian private ships registered with the Empire and meeting the "Imperial Interplanetary Civilian Spacecraft Safety Standards" are eligible to apply for a permit to travel through the Lyrnia-Solar System segment.

There are no restrictions on the number of people or ships that can enter the Imperial territory from the Federation of Humans; they only need to complete standard customs health declarations and identity verification.

See Imperial Entry Security Regulations for details.

From the human perspective, based on the current state of Earth's ecological carrying capacity, the Human Federation continues to implement ship quotas for visitors from the Empire.

Limited to 10 Imperial private spaceships per day entering the Earth's near-Earth orbit satellite parking area.

Quotas require advance booking, and the booking time is based on the successful booking time of the Imperial Transportation Administration's central system. First come, first served.

The spacecraft is authorized to stay indefinitely on Earth's major satellites.

Each satellite provides ample berths and energy replenishment systems, with energy replenishment charged according to interplanetary standards.

To protect the Earth's ecological environment, the entry time for Earth tourism is restricted, and the visa validity period is strictly limited to 24 standard hours (calculated from the date of customs stamping upon arrival).

Earth visas are non-renewable and must be returned to the satellite docking area immediately upon expiry.

Unauthorized overstaying will trigger human law enforcement systems and affect eligibility for subsequent visa applications.

Imperial citizens are strictly prohibited from bringing any unlocked weapon systems, high-powered energy devices, or undeclared ecological sample collection devices onto Earth. Violators will be detained on the spot by the Imperial Third Legion and handed over to a military court.

During surface activities, it is imperative to strictly abide by the Convention on Cross-Civilizational Conduct, respect the native ecology and cultural taboos, and strictly prohibit any acts of violence, coercion, harassment, etc., in order to safeguard the image of the Empire.

The stars bear witness, the journey knows no bounds. May the citizens of the Empire, with peace and friendship, become the most radiant friends in the vast cosmos of humankind.

Please note that the reservation system will be open daily at 00:00 Imperial Standard Time. Reservations for air travel slots will be available through the Imperial Transportation Administration's StarNet portal.

[Important Notice: The Third Imperial Legion will be stationed at the Human Stargate, solely responsible for security checks and maintaining order. They will not be involved in appointment processing or visa issuance. Do not attempt to solicit bribes or submit any travel document applications to the patrolling fleet.]