Riding in a vehicle out of the city, arriving at a location with a secretive underground base, Aske saw numerous scientific instruments, piles of documents, and researchers running around everywhere.

Additionally, a big shot rushed from City B to meet him upon hearing the news.

Who exactly it is doesn't need to be mentioned, but they're people you often see on TV, which made Aske feel somewhat honored and shocked.

Next, Mao Zhongwei arranged a team of expert committee members to come over and inquire in detail about the situation in that world.

Although they've obtained a lot of macro data from that world through various means and based on these data created the virtual online game Song of Iron and Fire, Aske, after all, is a transmigrator who has personally experienced it and surely has more detailed information.

Language professors from major universities, sociology professors, and leaders of various important disciplines, government think tanks, diplomatic departments, and certainly Mao Zhongwei's security department, a big crowd of experts surrounded him, constantly asking all kinds of questions.

Aske could only patiently start speaking from Constantinople, telling about the point in time he transmigrated and how he established a Mercenary Group, running around the continent and participating in various historical events.

Of course, he briefly glossed over the emotional disputes with the girls as there was no need to mention it.

However, many shrewd people present heard the omission in his words, and someone immediately began to ask:

"I have a question: Since the Lixini Family you mentioned is an old prestigious family on the Italian peninsula, why would Nora's sister personally meet you? Based on what you've said before, can we tentatively assume that this girl named Nora likes you?"

The question was too direct, coupled with the questioner's official business attitude, leaving Aske with no way to continue avoiding the topic, so he could only nod his head silently.

"That girl named Peggy also likes you, right?" This time, a psychology professor asked, "Based on your description, this should be a typical psychological process of transitioning from shelter to attachment."

Aske continued to nod.

"Then Eleanor..."

In front of these various experts at the national top level, very soon Aske's intricate team relationship was completely excavated by them.

"That's truly excellent." Mao Zhongwei, who was watching the interview records, smiled and excitedly said to the bureau chief beside him, "This person is indeed a talent!"

"Indeed." The bureau chief also realized the significant meaning behind this, and couldn't help but express admiration.

In fact, rashly establishing contact with a more advanced Otherworld certainly contains enormous dangers. Just like Hawking's warning, "Don't contact aliens," you never know whether the other side will bring trade and diplomacy like Zheng He, or massacres and colonization like Columbus.

But Westerners aren't afraid of death; back then, they boldly initiated the parallel universe project. This thing is akin to nuclear weapons; either no one has them, or if you have them, I must have them, or else I'm certainly doomed—either killed by invaders from the parallel universe or by technologically explosive hostile nations.

Hence, although there was some internal opposition initially, under immense external pressure, the project could only proceed at risk.

And Aske...the appearance of this comrade completely resolved the issue everyone had been worrying about:

He charmed important women from significant factions on the other side, thus becoming a friendly bridge between the two worlds.

"Ah, this isn't good." An old professor at the scene sighed, "Polygamy is actually somewhat immoral..."

Before finishing, the diplomatic department comrade beside him couldn't sit still, stood up, and said:

"Professor Zhang! Otherworld has its own traditions and customs; how can we impose our world's moral concepts on them?"

"They have monogamy there, right?" Professor Zhang said in astonishment.

"That's not the point; the point is this comrade...cough, as long as it's true love, we should support it!" exclaimed the diplomatic department comrade confidently.

"Oh dear, this poly marriage is currently within the scope of international leftist thought discussions, as marriage liberalization is also a future development trend," another professor from the Academy of Social Sciences said awkwardly, "Just like the feudal and ethical practice of polygyny, which was deemed acceptable thousands of years ago, it's now discarded into the historical wastebasket, no need to stick to monogamy."

So, everyone reluctantly agreed and started enthusiastically discussing the scope of human rights and freedom.

Of course, truly accepting polygamy probably isn't even 1% here.

But Aske is too impressive; several women who like him are crucial heirs of significant factions in the Otherworld.

Therefore, is it monogamy or polygamy? This private life issue now placed on the table has become a matter of maintaining a friendly relationship with one faction or several factions.

Unless politically unqualified people, surely choose "all"? Your personal family issues certainly aren't worth mentioning at the national interest level.

"Actually, I also feel uneasy about this." Aske expressed hesitantly, and the expert committee members immediately exploded, urging him to "persist in true love," "change your mindset," "broaden your vision," and "not abandon or give up," almost explicitly telling him to "sacrifice a little."

The big shots listening above also had peculiar expressions, this topic...actually has little discussion value, placed at their level, for sure it's adaptable and flexible according to circumstances.

However, this young comrade is somewhat constrained by modern marriage and moral culture, seemingly unable to accept it for the time being. If he doesn't accept it, the subsequent plan cannot be executed.

So soon, another specialized senior team of negotiation experts, diplomatic experts, and psychological counseling members urgently flew in from City B.

They split into two groups, one headed to the base in City H, focusing on transforming the conservative-minded young comrade Aske; the other went to his home, aiming to persuade his mother.

"Elderly lady, do you want daughters-in-law? Want grandchildren, right? How about several more?"

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Planet Helel, Year 246 of the Sixth Epoch.

For the third time this year, the Storm Empress led an army eastward to Asia Minor, and the citizens of Constantinople were jubilant, praising Her Majesty the Empress for her benevolence, kindness, and understanding of the people's sentiments, deeply aware that we Solomon people are eager to reclaim our lost homeland and willing to offer flesh for the glory of the Empire.

However, within the following days, the Constantinople Orthodox Church arrested a total of 353 citizens for making illegal remarks and curbed this harmful trend of satirizing politics.

In Achilles' mansion, Peggy was lying on the table absentmindedly. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door from outside.

Opening it, she found that the visitor was the wife of a poor family living in the adjacent shanty.

The woman wore a dirty headscarf, holding her young daughter's hand, insisting on offering a basket of duck eggs to her.

"Ma'am! I know you're a high-ranking authority in the palace and dared not offend you, but my husband got drunk yesterday and, along with some people who should be hanged, wildly discussed politics, and was arrested by the Church's spies this morning." The impoverished woman cried and pleaded on her knees before her.

The little girl beside her didn't understand but seeing her mother kneeling and pleading, she also knelt and wailed, shedding a few tears.

"My husband may be a rude illiterate scoundrel, but he's the pillar of our home. If he dies under the Church's torture, our family will collapse! Please, as a merciful lady like the Holy Mother, save my husband!"

Peggy was a bit at a loss. In the past, when faced with such messes involving interpersonal interactions, she usually preferred to directly find Aske, Nora, or Medea to solve them.

But they're all gone.

"Let's do this." Realizing the lady might have seen Theodora visiting and thus guessed her identity, Peggy placed her hand on her shoulder, signaling her to stop pleading, "Why don't you give me your husband's name and general appearance, and I'll speak to the Church."

And so, the impoverished woman profusely thanked her, carefully detailing her husband's name and appearance.

Peggy nodded, then went to a nearby church to recount the affair to the bishop there.

The bishop who met her was full of trepidation, as she is perhaps not just the most powerful Demigod of the East Solomon Empire but perhaps the strongest globally as well, and known as the Empress's "faithful dear general," so how dare he refuse or decline, immediately summoning several Iron-armored Holy Knights to pull the convict from the dungeon.

Watching the convict limping out while the impoverished woman and her daughter rushed to greet him, the family embracing each other, crying and laughing, even Peggy breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The sweetness of reunion after separation...

But Aske, when will you come back?

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