That's undead...
The undead that has been entwined around the body, no matter how long it has passed.
...
It's weird... so weird! Father!
The young child shook his head.
It shouldn’t be like this, why do we have to obey that person’s order and be that person’s servant—
shut up! Rebel!
With a heavy slap, the unsuspecting child fell to the ground.
The back of his head hit the corner of the table heavily, and blood suddenly splashed all over the floor.
…
The child lying on the bed regained a little bit of consciousness. In the dimness, he felt the warmth of that familiar big hand covering his forehead.
He opened his eyes slightly, and in his blurred vision, he could vaguely see the outline of the man.
The man stroked his forehead, his usual tough face seemed to have aged a lot in the past few days, it was a little gray, and the whole person showed a bit of depression.
Don't worry, Dad.
I'm fine.
I don't blame you, so don't feel bad.
The child thought about it in a daze, and fell asleep again.
After he woke up, he never mentioned to his father what happened when they quarreled that day.
That year, he was only nine years old.
-why? Why have generations of them with this surname obeyed the orders of that man—
-why? From the moment they were born, their lives and their lives no longer belonged to them—
-why? From the moment he was born, that person was destined to be the meaning of their life, and no longer had the meaning of self-existence—
The child does not understand.
But he knew that as long as he mentioned this to his father, his father would be angry and angry. Because for the father, it is an extremely honorable thing to be loyal to that person and dedicate his life and everything to that person, and his questioning is an insult to the surname they have inherited as a symbol of loyalty.
That's an outrageous thought.
The child is still puzzled, but he loves his father. Although his father is strict, he knows how much his father cherishes and loves him.
He is willing to be loyal to that person, not for other reasons, but for his father.
...
The grown-up boy knelt beside the bed, tears stained his resolute face.
The man lying on the bed stroked his head with dry and pale hands, looking at him with reluctance and worry in his eyes.
swear.
said the dying man.
Swear you will be loyal to that person.
You are my child, your rebellious heart, you have no loyalty to that person, I actually know it, but I can't let the loyalty and glory passed down from generation to generation in our family be destroyed on you, so, swear to me , you will never betray that lord.
The teenager gritted his teeth, and he looked at his father with pain in his eyes.
He said, I swear on my soul...
His words were cut short, his father knew him too well as he knew his father.
Don't swear by your soul, I know you won't keep, swear by my soul.
dad!
The dying man stared at him, with wide-open eyes that seemed unable to rest in peace.
Swear to me with my soul! Say!
The boy knelt beside the bed, clasping the edge of the bed with his hands, messy red hair scattered in front of his eyes, his face twisted slightly because of the pain, his clenched teeth almost clucked.
Tears fell all over his face, he opened his mouth, repeating his father's words like a machine, word by word.
I swear on my father's soul that I will always be faithful.
If I break my oath, then my father's soul will be forever trapped in the flames of hell, and there will never be peace.
...
……………
The man lying on the driver's seat and taking a nap suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw was the cold instrument in front of him. The red dot on the coordinate table was flashing, reminding him of the cosmic coordinates of where he was at the moment.
The man's slightly dilated pupils contracted little by little, and he slowly woke up. He lowered his head and put one hand on his forehead. The bright red hair like flames was scattered on his forehead. The shadows blocked his eye sockets, making it difficult for people to see the expression in his eyes clearly at this moment.
The narrow cockpit was quiet, only the man's slightly heavy breathing could be heard.
After a long time, Robin got up, opened the bottom compartment, and took out the child hidden inside. Holding the sleeping child in his arms, he checked Mutt's body a little bit to see if there was any problem. Then, he pulled out a syringe from the side, and injected the tube of medicine into the aorta in Mutte's neck.
The potion wasn't too harmful, it just made the child sleep longer and prevented him from waking up midway.
Robin hugged Mute, put the sleeping boy on the passenger seat next to him, and then returned to his own driver's seat.
He checked the current coordinates, and then accelerated the flying speed of the small spaceship. The red dots on the instrument jumped, and the dotted line pointed in the direction of the Emperor Star.
...
When Robin walked into the gorgeous palace with the boy in his arms, there was someone waiting there, before the gate.
Slender and tall figure, beautiful face, waterfall-like blond hair scattered from snow-white round shoulders.
The Princess Salome standing in front of the gorgeous gate is like an exquisite statue. Her posture there is somewhat unreal, as if she does not exist in this world. Unbelievably glamorous.
It wasn't until Robin appeared that the eyes of the princess, who was like a delicate goddess sculpture, moved slightly.
She stood without moving or speaking, but held out her hands to Robin.
Her green pupils stared at Robin, and Robin also looked at her. There were too many incomprehensible things hidden in his pupils, which collided with the eyes of the princess.
The hands that the princess stretched out in front of Robin moved slightly, it was a silent order.
Robin handed the sleepy boy in his arms into the hands of Queen Salome. Then, he lowered his head and knelt down on one knee in front of Salome. His head was deeply lowered, and he pressed his hand on the cold ground.
He lowered his head deeply, condescendingly looking down at his princess, who couldn't see his tight lips.
"At your command, I will bring this man to you."
Salome stood, looking down at him, condescending, with cold eyes.
"Robin Carnett, who are you loyal to?"
"Men bearing the Canet surname are the most loyal servants of the noble heir to the royal family."
The kneeling red-haired man lowered his head and answered.
The corner of the princess's lips moved, like a sarcastic sneer.
But Robin lowered his head, unable to see the smile on Princess Salome's lips.
Holding the sleepy black-haired boy with both hands easily, the princess turned and walked into the gorgeous door, her long golden hair flying behind her.
"After so many years, you are still bound by that invisible undead, Robin."
After the words were finished, the door was slowly closed, blocking the Queen's back.
The red-haired man knelt on one knee in front of the closed door, and the shadow fell on him. He lowered his head and did not raise his head for a long time.
...
……………
[One day ago]
Ishtar was sailing slowly in the starry sky and sea. It was already late at night, and the owner of the flagship hadn't rested yet.
The black-haired general sat on the silver-white sofa in the living room, his slender legs crossed together, he leaned slightly on the sofa, with his hands crossed on his knees.
A light curtain was suspended in front of him, and a man with brown hair was talking to Admiral Troll on the light curtain. The man's face was covered by a silver metal mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but his whole body exuded an aura that seemed to be hidden in the darkness.
This brown-haired man was the leader of a special power hidden in the dark in the hands of Troll who had appeared on the planet that exiled sinners last time.
"Troll, still haven't found anything. Tsk, that mouse is well hidden."
Admiral Troll did not answer, but frowned.
Since he found the planet he was born in last time, he discovered that the force he had been looking for had somehow placed an eye on his ship. They seemed to have disappeared, but in fact they were Like a mouse in the gutter, he has been secretly lurking in the abyss, watching his every move with his eyes open.
Those who have them on Ishtar.
The man who had the same gene as him once said that they told him that as long as he won and imprisoned Troll on that planet, he could take Troll's identity and leave the planet.
The control device in the person's heart will automatically destroy the heart as long as it is too far away from the planet—and the person knew this, but quietly boarded Ishtar as Major General Troll, intending to leave that planet.
Obviously, that person was not looking for death. The reason why he boarded Ishtar and left the planet without any worries was because they told him that someone on Ishtar could disarm the device in his heart, making him leave The planet is also safe and sound.
After that, Troll asked the brown-haired man to spy on everyone on Ishtar to find the eyes they put on Ishtar. However, until now, the brown-haired man still has nothing.
The brown-haired man was a little annoyed that he couldn't find the lurking mouse, but in the process of investigating, he discovered something else.
"Speaking of which, when I was investigating this matter, I found a very strange thing."
"Say."
"The last time you were taken away by a stun, it was something the Marquis Mia sent to do it. Although you also deliberately pretended to be tricked... But..." the brown-haired man with a mask said, "You let me investigate, Recently, I finally found some clues that at that time, someone in the capital was secretly cooperating with the Marquis of Mia."
He said, "After further investigation, I found that it belonged to the princess."
"..."
Admiral Troll lowered his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a slight ripple in his dark blue pupils. He pondered, but did not make a sound.
At the beginning in the royal city, although he deliberately let the people sent by the Marquis of Mia take him away, but within the sphere of influence of the princess, those people succeeded too easily, and the defense force of the princess seemed a bit weak.
You know, the princess is not the kind of vase that only has good looks, so it shouldn't be so easy for people to plot.
In fact, after that incident happened, he arranged for people to investigate, but nothing was found. It was not until the power of the princess was weakened by the emperor that the clues were gradually exposed.
"So that time, the princess deliberately let you be taken away by the Marquis of Mia." The brown-haired man said, "She wanted to kill you by the hands of the Marquis of Mia."
"I can't figure out why she did it," he said.
Whether it is him or Troll, they can all see that the so-called Princess Salome's love for Major General Troll is just a performance of the princess.
No matter how obsessed the princess is with Troll, she looks too calmly at Troll. But at that time, both he and Troll believed that the reason why the princess did that was because the royal family needed a brand new sword to change the fate of the royal family. So the princess made everyone think that she loves Troll because the royal family wants to make Troll, who has no background but powerful, a sharp sword in their hands through marriage.
That being the case, why did the princess break the sharp sword she had chosen
It doesn't make sense.
Just as the living room fell into silence, another voice suddenly sounded. The silver-black metal ring on Troll's right wrist suddenly vibrated violently, so strong that it made a buzzing sound. It seemed to be out of control suddenly, beating vigorously and trembling on the admiral's wrist.
The admiral subconsciously lowered his head to look at it, and just after taking a look, it suddenly shook and emitted light.
The beam of light it emitted was projected into midair, forming a huge light curtain.
On the light curtain, a young man who was seriously injured was sitting on a piece of shattered glass. He was leaning on a half-shattered cylindrical petri dish.
Behind him are countless abandoned glass petri dishes and a huge abandoned research institute.
Admiral Troll's pupils shrank slightly.
Black hair, dark blue pupils, and a face exactly like his.
This man who was called Tran by that child, a man with the same gene as him, should have died in the underground of that planet, together with that evil research institute.
'If you can see this image, I should have been dead for half a year. '
The man in the projection spoke.
' At that point, you made the right choice, so I'll tell you what you want to know. '
'The truth you seek...'
At that time, before deciding to die, the man threw the information ring back to him.
Well, it is likely that this person recorded this passage in the information ring before then.
'I'm just an abandoned child, I don't know much. '
'The only thing I can tell you is one thing. '
The young man with the same appearance as him in the light curtain lowered his head slightly, his breathing was a little short, as if he was trying his best to support his exhausted body.
'Our genes... the source of our paternal genes...'
said the man.
'…from the human being called the Emperor by all. '