Marshal Troll was sitting on the silver-white sofa, a flickering light curtain hovered on his right side, and the words on it and the map in the corner danced. It's just that the marshal's attention didn't seem to be on the light curtain in front of him. The black-haired boy nestled sideways in his arms, with his knees bent, his calves stepped on the sofa at a slight angle, and he leaned sideways on his chest, with his head on his side. In the fossa of his neck, he breathed evenly with his eyes closed, and seemed to be in a light sleep.
The marshal put his right arm around the back of the young man in his arms, and occasionally moved his head, rubbing his chin against the soft hair of the young man nestling in his neck. His other hand has been holding Mutt's right hand, and his thumb and index finger are gently rubbing the root of Mutt's right ring finger. He looked there, his eyes slightly serious, as if he was thinking about something very important.
When Via came to the government office according to the order of His Excellency the Marshal, this was what he saw.
Ha ha.
The colonel expressed that he did not want to speak, and even had the urge to turn around and leave.
He will no longer be deceived by the appearance of his boss!
As a careful commander, as a comprehensive commander, his boss's movements, expressions, and the place where his fingers are pinched, combined with the behavior of Professor Terry and his granddaughter not long ago, Via It means that he has already guessed what his boss is thinking about at the moment.
… He didn't want to guess thank you at all.
The arrival of Via made Marshal Troll stop thinking about something that was extremely important to him. He stopped stroking the fingers of the man in his arms, and instead wrapped Mutt's hand with a wide palm, Holding the softness in his hand, he raised his head to look at Via.
He didn't mean to let go of the boy in his arms. The marshal didn't seem to care about other people's eyes. No matter when, where, or in front of anyone, he expressed his respect for the person in his arms without any scruples. Pamper and pamper.
Mutt was still a child at a young age, so he still felt embarrassed in front of others, but the Marshal was absolutely unscrupulous to the point of being unscrupulous, completely following his own wishes and preferences, whenever he wanted to stuff dog food with innocent people The onlookers said, "You can't do it if you don't eat it."
The people of the Ishtar flagship said that they have collectively activated the skill point of turning a blind eye, listening, and refusing dog food.
"How about the construction of the jumping point?"
"It's going very well and the test will be ready in thirty-two days."
The starry sky jump point is a special space transmission technology.
It is a bit like a teleportation device on a planet, and it also has some space jump capabilities similar to a ship. However, the teleportation distance of the teleportation device is generally limited to the planet, and the teleportation capability is limited, and the space transition capability of the ship also has the disadvantages of huge energy consumption and difficult positioning. As a result, the technology of star jumping point was developed.
Its characteristic is fixed points, setting two positions in two different starry skies in the universe, based on space jump and compression technology, opening a giant teleportation aperture in these two places. When the teleportation aperture of the star jump point is opened, it can reach the diameter of a planet at most, that is to say, it can teleport thousands of small ships at one time, as well as giant flagships and fortress cruisers.
To put it simply, as long as two distant galaxies have established a star jump point, as long as the teleportation aperture is opened, the troops of the two galaxies can communicate with each other instantly. It is precisely because of this that the forces of each galaxy will not establish star jump points to communicate with other galaxies, unless the two galaxies are their own territories. In addition, it is impossible to secretly build a star jumping point in the galaxy without going through the lord of the galaxy, because the construction project is very huge, and it usually relies on the satellites near the planets, so it is impossible for such a big movement to be noticed. possible.
The starry sky jump point that Marshal Troll ordered to build now is the teleportation aperture between his terrestrial galaxy and the emperor star galaxy. After the three star jumping points are built, the fleet under his command can be teleported between the two galaxies at any time.
"Your Excellency, do you need to go on inspection?"
Via asked.
Marshal Troll pondered for a moment, then nodded. He easily stood up holding Miute in his arms, turned around, and put Miute on the sofa. His movement woke up the boy in light sleep. Mute, who was placed on the sofa, opened his eyes and looked up at Troll. Because he was still half awake and half asleep, Mute's eyes seemed blurred. There seemed to be a layer of mist in the black eyes, and he looked at Troll in a daze.
"Major general?"
Because he just woke up, his voice was very small and soft, like a newborn kitten purring, the sound was like a finger poking lightly on the soft flesh at the tip of his heart.
The Marshal, who was resting his hands on the sofa on both sides of Mutt, leaned over, lowered his head, and kissed the lightly blinking eyelashes. The soft touch of those eyelashes was like feathers slashing across the deepest part of his body, and his dark blue pupils were like a puddle of melted water, reflecting the face of the boy below him.
"Keep sleeping."
The marshal's voice was cold and clear, without any emotion.
However, Wei Wei, who was standing next to him, didn't know why, but his scalp went numb from the seemingly inaudible words.
The corners of his eyes twitched, he turned his head decisively, and opened the protective cover that refused to see and hear and refuse dog food.
"Pillows are low and uncomfortable."
Lying on the sofa and tilting his head slightly to look at the handsome face of the major general in front of him, Mutt said, his black eyes were bright.
There is a pillow under his head, which is very soft, but a little thin. The armrest on one side of the sofa is relatively vertical and has no curvature. If you put the pillow directly on the armrest of the sofa, it will fold down again, making your neck uncomfortable.
When Mutter said this, the marshal looked sideways and found something that was just right, so he took the thing casually and placed it against the armrest on the side of the sofa. The thing was cylindrical, and it happened to be more vertical The gap in the armrest formed a slope, and then put the thin pillow on it, and that's it.
Troll sat on the edge of the sofa, stretched out his hand and brushed the forehead hair of the boy who was smiling and looking at him, and bent down again to kiss the crescent-like eyes.
"Be good," he said, "stay here."
After speaking, he got up and walked towards the door.
And the green-haired colonel, who really couldn't bear to watch or listen, had already gone out and stood at the door waiting for the marshal.
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Via regretted that she didn't persevere at that time.
If at that time he didn't run outside the door to wait for Your Excellency the Marshal, but insisted on standing indoors and watching, he would definitely stop His Excellency the Marshal from doing such a violent thing!
After inspecting the starry sky under construction and returning from the jumping point, Marshal Troll had something to meet with others on the way back to the ship, so Via first returned to the government office with the information and waited for the marshal to return.
When he stepped into the government office, he saw that Mutt was still sleeping. He was already mentally prepared for this, so it didn't matter, but—
but-
His coming in seemed to have awakened the light-sleeping teenager. Mute looked at him in a daze, yawned, and then sat up. When Mute moved like this, the pillow he was resting on also moved, revealing the cylindrical object under it.
So, when he unconsciously glanced at the cylindrical object, the green-haired colonel only felt that the blood in his whole body had flowed backwards to his head.
He looked in disbelief at the cylindrical object under the pillow that was used as slope filling, and felt that the blood in the blood vessels in his body was boiling to the point where he couldn't help but want to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Resisting the urge to vomit blood, Via strode forward, reaching out to pick up the cylindrical object that was miserably placed underneath.
But the boy who had woken up and sat cross-legged on the sofa moved one step faster than him, stretched out his hand before him, and grasped the cylindrical object.
"give it to me!"
Via stared at the thing in Mutt's hand, her voice was almost stifled through her teeth.
"That's not a toy!"
The boy glanced at him, then looked at the thing in his hand, and casually threw the thing into the air.
Via felt her heart froze instantly.
The thing fell and was caught by Mute casually and easily. Then, after throwing it a few times like this, it was really like a toy.
Via felt like she was really going to vomit blood.
The thing that was randomly stuffed under the pillow by the marshal as stuffing, and the thing that was thrown around by the boy at this moment—
The black scepter, the golden veins, the golden ribbon tied to the post.
Unique in the empire, the most noble marshal's scepter besides the emperor's scepter.
How many people would never touch it in their lifetime, the noble scepter that can only be seen in the picture, how many people can only look up to it, is now being played with in the young man's hands at will.
Seeing Via whose face was livid and speechless, Mutt laughed.
"You're really brainless."
He smiled and raised the marshal's scepter in his hand.
"What do you think this is?"
"..."
Via glared at Mute fiercely.
"It's just a scepter. Perhaps it is very precious in the eyes of many people now, but Via, you should not be included among those many people."
The boy played with the half-meter-long scepter indifferently, he said, understatement.
"You should know that this so-called marshal's scepter will become worthless in a short time."
He chuckled and said, "Well, no, it should still have certain value as a historical relic."
Via took a breath.
He was already so irritable that he couldn't help but want to reprimand others, even if he was taught a lesson by His Majesty the Marshal in the future, he didn't care anymore. But as soon as Mute said this, he immediately understood.
The value of this scepter is that it is the symbol of the Marshal in this empire.
So, if the empire doesn't even exist, can it still attract everyone's aspirations like it does now
As Mutter said, at that time, it was just an ordinary scepter, and it would have no more meaning than a little historical value, and no one would take it seriously . The reason why he is so nervous about the scepter now is because he still can't get rid of the influence of the empire on him, and subconsciously thinks that the empire is the supreme representative—and for him who wants to start a new era, this is almost impossible. It can be said to be fatal. As long as he is still shrouded and oppressed by the shadow of the empire, he will never be able to become the real help of His Majesty the Marshal.
"...you're right."
After figuring it out, Via regained his former composure, and his gaze at the black and gold marshal's scepter was no longer as fiery and excited as it was not long ago, but became flatter.
"It's my fault."
With that said, he bowed his head slightly in salute.
It was probably because things went so smoothly during this period of time that he was so ecstatic that he became dizzy, and he still couldn't figure out things that this young man could figure out... He felt that he needed to reflect on himself.
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left the room, and stood at the door to wait for the Marshal's return.
Via didn't notice that when he turned to leave, Mutt, who had an understatement on his face, was greatly relieved.
Ah, it's a fool's errand.
The young man holding the marshal's scepter held his chest and thought with lingering fear. He had no idea how much his words had made Via imagine.
Via was about to throw a fit again.
he thinks.
Although I'm not afraid of Via, it's tiring to be targeted by such a serious and rigid person... The major general is really... After all, you are also a marshal, and this is also your scepter. How dare you take such an important thing and stuff it on my pillow under…
No wonder Via's blood pressure rose and he wanted to go berserk. Fortunately, he was smart and had a quick brain, so he found a reason and successfully fooled Via.
But go back and think about what you just said.
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Hmm, I seem to be pretending to be a jerk without knowing it
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The construction of the jumping point in the starry sky has been opposed and protested by many people. Once the jumping point is successfully built, the Emperor Star System will definitely become the sphere of influence of Marshal Troll.
But even if they objected and the emperor stayed behind closed doors, the old marshal and the forces under his command also remained silent, and the marshal's army was still stationed on the Emperor Star, and the fleet was still in the Emperor Star System. People can only find other ways.
A large-scale citizen demonstration took place on Emperor Star, and the demonstrators demanded that the construction of star jumping points in the galaxy be stopped immediately. Naturally, after all the big cities on the planet started demonstrations at the same time, Marshal Troll immediately went from Ishtar to the Emperor Star to sit in charge in person to prevent the situation from developing in a serious direction.
Because Professor Terry asked for leave, Mutter also wanted to take a break, so he came with him this time.
The place where the citizens of the royal capital marched and demonstrated was on the wide square outside the palace. Walking from the palace, they had to pass through an arched corridor.
Troll and his party quickly passed through the corridor and descended the stairs.
The sun was shining brightly, shining on everyone.
The jet-black boots fell to the ground from the last step, and following the slight sound of footsteps, the black-haired Marshal lowered his head slightly, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and suddenly became fierce.
The loose forehead made it impossible to see the expression in his eyes. He just stretched out his hand in a very natural manner the moment his footsteps landed, as if he wanted to hug Mutt's shoulder who was beside him.
Marshal Troll's fingertips just landed on Mutt's shoulder, and Mutt was still walking forward.
Suddenly, Mutt felt his heart beat suddenly.
He turned his head, and there was a trembling breath in the air that made him inexplicable.
And the moment he turned his head, he saw the laser beams shooting towards this side from the side covered by the masonry of the promenade—
Before he had time to think about it, Mute turned around almost instinctively and stopped in front of Troll.
And at the moment he turned around, Troll's hand that had already fallen on his shoulder was thrown away by him when he turned around like this, and the Marshal who was stopped behind him was stunned for a rare moment.
The light blue light tore apart the sparks in the air, blocking all the laser rays that were shot, and the explosive bombs also exploded on the blue light curtain, like fiery red flowers blooming in the air.
The boy stood there, his pupils shone with a blue light, and there was a blurred blue light curtain in front of his outstretched hand, which made it difficult to see, but blocked all attacks from the light curtain. The airflow caused by the explosion swept past his cheeks, lifted his forehead hair, and caused the corners of his clothes to fly up.
He stood there with his hands outstretched, in a posture of protecting people behind him.
In the next second, the soldiers following behind swarmed up and quickly dealt with the assassins who were hiding in the dark and wanted to assassinate the marshal.
Fortunately, he was here this time.
The relieved boy thought so, looked down at his hands, then turned his head, showing a bright smile to the people behind him.
"fine."
Mute, who successfully protected the major general, raised his head and said with a little pride.
"With me here, don't worry, no one can hurt you."
As the boy said that, he didn't notice that the corner of the mouth of the red-haired junior soldier Robin who was following him twitched strangely.
Troll looked at Mute's upturned confident face with a little pride.
He could easily dodge those laser rays and bursting bullets by holding Mute in one hand in an instant.
The manpower he had arranged to guard in the dark could have dealt with all the assassins the second he dodged.
Also, he had already received all the information from those who wanted to assassinate him...
...
... All the above things, the marshal did not intend to tell this young man who said he wanted to protect him.
He just bent down and lowered his head, approaching Mutt's face, raised his slender fingers, and gently rubbed the corners of the boy's eyes.
"Um."
He said, his cold lips lifted slightly, with a very slight arc, exuding an almost invisible pampering breath.
"give it to you."