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Kresh Hub Courtyard Military Base.

It has been a month since the Courtyard occupied the Kresh Hub, which is only one day in standard Terran days.

And within this short day, a visiting delegation from the Council of Philosophers of the Gis rushed to the Kresh Hub.

Their flagship, a psychic ship full of astral style, followed the signal from the courtyard and slowly docked at the military base that originally belonged to the Gisyan people.

The appearance of this psychic ship is completely different from that of traditional ships. It is not as large as the heavy cruiser of the courtyard, nor as angular as the warships of the Gisyan people. Instead, it is a slender, streamlined and elegant star battleship.

There were some kind of glimmering psychic lines flowing on the surface of the ship, and as the ship moved, these psychic veins flickered from time to time, like a sleeping creature breathing slowly.

The main body of the ship was in an elongated oval shape, its surface as smooth as polished mithril, and under the reflection of the starry sky light, it glowed with a soft halo.

The bow part extends out a spine-like structure, and the stern is composed of a series of floating psychic halos. Each layer of halo rotates regularly, pushing the ship to slowly land in a psychic drifting manner.

Compared to the industrial, mechanical warship design of the Courtyard, the ships of the Githzers are more like some kind of psychic-constructed works of art.

Just looking at this thing, it feels like the artistic elements are as high as a three or four-story building, to the point that it makes people doubt whether it has the combat capability that a ship should have.

[The ship has docked——]

【Unrelated personnel please leave! 】

When the ship docked steadily at the military base's paving pad, the courtyard delegation that had been waiting for a long time slowly came forward to greet it.

Camille Schiffini stood at the front. She was still wearing the black garden uniform, her emerald green hair was neatly combed behind her head, and the frameless glasses on her nose reflected the light slightly.

On her left and right sides, two heavily armored Sons of the Courtyard followed closely behind.

Under the gaze of the courtyard delegation, the Speaker of the Giselja People, Menso Atas, led his entourage and slowly walked off the ship.

Unlike the martial and aggressive attire of the Gis foreigners, the clothing of the Gis people is more like loose robes with complex psychic runes embroidered on the surface, emitting a faint glow.

Their skin is a soft olive green, and their eyes are a bright emerald green, in stark contrast to the pale yellow-green of the Githyans.

Their temperaments are also completely different - the Gith are accustomed to fighting with swords, while the Gith are more inclined to meditation and perceive the world with psionics.

Parliament Speaker Menso Atas walked in the front. He had a calm and dignified temperament and deep eyes. He was obviously a very wise leader.

He had the utmost respect for Terran etiquette.

So, when he walked in front of Camille, he quickly adjusted his posture, stretched out his hand, and gave Camille a standard handshake.

Yes, a very standard one, coupled with the standard fake smile on his face, making him look like someone in a commercial.

While shaking hands, he conveyed his greetings to the courtyard delegation through psychic resonance:

"The agent of the Lord of the Courtyard, the ruler of the Kresh Hub - the Midgard.

We come here with great respect, and would like to discuss the future of the astral world with you and the Lord of the Courtyard, and discuss matters related to the war against Vlaakith, the Queen of the Gisforeigners."

The soft but huge spiritual energy fluctuations of the Speaker Menso Atas in front of him were transmitted to the minds of the people around him.

As one of the core members of the courtyard who specializes in psychic powers, Camille can clearly sense the enormous mental power in the Speaker's psychic resonance. That kind of profound spiritual rhythm is not just the transmission of information, but more like a whisper that goes straight to the soul, slowly vibrating at the level of consciousness, like the wind of the astral world blowing through the deep spiritual realm.

He is indeed a master of psychic powers.

Camille thought to herself.

——Here is an additional distinction in terminology.

Astral psionics (the psionics commonly referred to in the heavens and all realms) is fundamentally different from the etheric psionics in genealogy theory. The former is a supernatural ability that relies on pure "mental power", which is different from traditional thaumaturgy or divine arts that rely on gods.

The essence of astral psionics is a psychic power that allows the user to directly affect the real world through "thoughts", "thoughts" and "will" without the need to chant spells or cast spells.

There are seven major schools of astral spiritual power, namely: psionic power, telekinesis, mental explosion, psionic defense, reality shaping, psionic enhancement, and plane perception.

Aetheric psionics is a general term for modern spectral thaumatology, including the three laws of thaumatology, EVE particle theory, and ARad field.

According to the intelligence gathered by the courtyard, high-level Giszher practitioners prefer to communicate through psychic resonance. This is not only because it is faster than physical language, but more importantly, it can transcend language barriers and directly convey thoughts, emotions, and concepts to each other, making communication not restricted by culture, language, or even species.

This is a pure exchange of consciousness - the most essential form of communication.

Camille is no stranger to this.

The communication of her [Personality Mask], according to the classification of astral psionic energy, is a pure psychic power school.

The basic characteristic of this school is telepathy, which allows for direct communication of thoughts with the target, regardless of language barriers or even distance.

Camille once discussed with Xia Xiu about astral psionics. He was very interested in astral psionics and the psionics practice methods of the Githzers.

He said that he wanted to introduce the astral spiritual energy into the courtyard as a part of the courtyard's future practice system.

Psychic power - enables the Children of the Courtyard to communicate unimpeded in the chaos of blurred spectrum frequency bands.

Telekinesis and Psychic Blast can be attached to Chainsword and Bolt Bullet to double the damage.

Psionic Defense can enhance armor and combat posture; Reality Shaping is made for Chaos Walking; Psionic Augmentation is compatible with both.

The last dimension perception is the school that Xia Xiu values ​​the most, because it can cultivate more... navigators.

Although it is not a top-of-the-line navigator like Silas Cephalon with a third eye, it can produce lower-level versions in batches, replacing quality with quantity.

If the courtyard can successfully complete the "bet agreement", the Jisizhe people will be incorporated into the courtyard system and made the courtyard's academic nation.

Then Xia Xiu would definitely consider hiring a psychic master among the Giszers to teach the Sons of the Courtyard the ways of astral psychic power.

But these are all later stories.

Now, the most important thing is how to win this war against the Gis people.

Facing the Speaker's celestial psionic power, Camille smiled slightly, without moving her lips at all, but responded to the Speaker's resonance with celestial psionic power.

"Welcome to the Midgard, Chancellor Menso."

She did not use traditional language, but instead established a direct psychic connection through her own [Personality Mask] and [Synesthesia Entry], responding to the greetings of the Gis philosopher with spiritual resonance.

——Her spiritual power, like a soft silk thread, accurately and efficiently conveys the message of welcome.

At this moment, Menso Atas's eyes paused slightly.

Even though he was already an experienced psychic practitioner, he had never imagined that the young human woman in front of him could master psychic communication so naturally and respond to his resonance without any delay.

After a brief moment of daze, the Speaker revealed a trace of sincere admiration, and the psychic resonance spread again. His voice was like the sound of a distant bell, echoing at the level of consciousness.

"Your psychic talent is quite good. Your mental fluctuations are clear and stable, unlike those of an untrained psychic."

"If you are willing to study in depth, you can master more complex psychic powers and even gain insight into higher-level psychic knowledge."

"With your talent, if you were in the Council of Philosophers, you would have already been an outstanding psychic scholar."

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The Speaker's voice echoed in her consciousness, with genuine recognition rather than mere courtesy.

She didn't say much, but responded with the briefest psychic resonance:

"Your recognition is the greatest compliment to me."

At the same time, she raised her eyes slightly and glanced at the group of psychic monks behind the other party, thinking about something in her heart.

The Gisezhe people...are much "cuter" than the Bigi foreigners.

After a brief exchange of psychic energy, Camille smiled slightly and made a "please" gesture to the Speaker of the Council, indicating that they should get down to business.

Her tone was steady and polite, but it also hinted at the courtyard's usual dominance - this meeting was an opportunity given by the courtyard to the Giszhe people, rather than an equal negotiation between the two sides.

"The Lord of the Courtyard has been waiting for a long time. Mr. Speaker of the Council, please follow us to the Governor's Mansion to discuss the war against the Gis foreigners with the Lord of the Courtyard."

Upon hearing this, Menso Atas nodded slightly, and his psychic energy waves spread gently. His voice still carried the philosopher's usual calmness and rationality.

“As it should be.”

"Since the Lord of the Courtyard is ready for a meeting, we will not delay any longer."

Then he turned and signaled to the Gisze delegation behind him. The accompanying psychic monks immediately adjusted their pace and followed Camille and his party towards the Governor's Palace in the courtyard.

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Courtyard in front of the Governor's Palace

When the group arrived at the entrance of the Governor's Palace, Camille stopped and turned to look at the Speaker of the Parliament and his entourage. His attitude remained proper, but it revealed an unquestionable formality.

"The Lord of the Courtyard wishes to have a private meeting with Your Excellency."

"Your entourage will be waiting here."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Giszer delegation behind the Speaker of the Parliament looked at each other in confusion. They exchanged glances and were obviously uneasy about this arrangement.

One of the older psychic monks frowned and spoke hesitantly:

"Sir...what considerations did the Lord of the Courtyard have in making such an arrangement?"

Another younger philosopher narrowed his eyes slightly and said cautiously:

"Conducting this negotiation in a one-on-one meeting ... would be too risky."

The implication of their words was obvious - it was too risky to let the Speaker of the Council enter the Lord of the Courtyard alone, and they could not rest assured.

However, in the face of his subordinates' concerns, Parliament Speaker Menso Atas simply chuckled, showing no sign of panic, and even a hint of frank humor in his tone.

"What is there to worry about?"

“We are here to work with the Courtyard, not to be hostile.”

He stretched out his hands, spread them lightly, his spiritual energy fluctuated slightly, and said calmly:

"Besides, with the power of the Lord of the Courtyard, if he really wants to harm me...even if you follow him in, it won't change anything."

When the Giszers' entourage heard this, although they still had hesitation on their faces, they could not refute the logic of this sentence.

Faced with a person who can destroy a fleet single-handedly, the so-called "escort" is nothing more than psychological comfort.

Menso Atas nodded slightly, looked at Camille calmly, his spiritual energy gently spread out, with a calm smile.

"If the Lord of the Courtyard is willing to talk to me alone, I am naturally happy to do so."

"My colleagues will be waiting here, and we can begin."

After saying this, he strode forward, following Camille without hesitation, and stepped into the interior of the Governor's Palace in the courtyard.

The Gischel monks behind him stayed outside the door, watching their Speaker disappear at the end of the corridor leading to the Lord of the Courtyard's office.

Led by Camille, Menso Atas slowly walked into the office of the Lord of the Courtyard.

At this moment, he finally met the legendary "Golden Tyrant".

——Lord of the Court, Hugh Abraham.

His gaze was cast forward.

In the spacious office, there are no exaggerated decorations or ostentatious symbols of power. There is only a classic black desk, piles of various documents and a floating light screen.

Behind the desk, a blond young man was looking down at the documents in his hands, his slender fingers tapping the light screen casually, as if he was reviewing some important matter.

The sunlight shone through the window onto him, and he seemed to be enveloped in golden light.

However, what really shocked Menso Atas was not the other person's appearance, but something that emanated from him - the "breath of the sun".

No, not even just the breath...

That is real authority.

In his spiritual perception, the existence of the Lord of the Courtyard is like some kind of constant and unchanging celestial body. He is not just like the sun, but an existence that is essentially in tune with the sun - perhaps, he has already mastered some kind of "solar authority" that transcends the mundane.

Faced with that majestic yet gentle sacred aura, even the battle-hardened Speaker of the Giszer people could not help but feel a little moved.

This is the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven... the Golden Tyrant... Hugh Abraham?