Mutt nestled in the marshal's private room, refusing to take a step out.
As long as he thought of how he walked all the way with his neck and chest open when he boarded the ship last night, and everyone saw the speckled hickey marks all the way, he would have the urge to dig a hole and jump in to bury himself.
No need to guess, it is related to the Marshal. This matter has definitely spread throughout the ship like a hurricane. Maybe the soldiers who are in charge of guarding the entrance of this floor today know about it.
So he decided to treat himself like an ostrich and bury his mind in the sand, not taking a step out during this period of time.
The teenager who was resting on the sofa in the living room with his head in his arms was frowning.
Even if you explain that you didn't do anything, no one will believe you.
And... It's not like I didn't do anything, I did a lot... Probably only the last step.
But as soon as he thought about the unscientific place of the major general... Mutt had a feeling that he might die on the bed if he really made the last step, and he immediately became a little frightened.
Shaking his head vigorously, the blushing boy threw out all those disharmonious images.
I don't know when these marks will disappear.
Thinking of this, Mutt subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his neck, but when he touched it, he only touched the fine fleece. He then remembered that because the vertical collar of the military uniform couldn't cover the upper part, he simply nestled in the major general's private room. In the room, I searched for a special high-necked white velvet jacket temporarily on the optical network, and placed an order.
Shopping in the future world is extremely convenient. Just place an order and open the channel, and the purchased items will be delivered to you within a minute. Since it is impossible to continue to wear military pants and military boots on the lower body after changing the top, I naturally bought a pair of matching trousers and comfortable shoes recommended above.
He was wearing the suit he just bought at the moment, and Mutt was very satisfied, because the collar of the white velvet jacket was indeed very long, covering his neck... although it was a little hot. The blue trousers fit well, but the shoes seemed a little too big.
But even if all the hickey marks on his neck were blocked, the boy still didn't have the courage to walk out of the gate. As long as he thought of the strange eyes of those people peeking at him, and the blushing of a few female soldiers on the road looking at him, Mutt would have the urge to beat himself up a few times.
He is sure that although only the people on the Ishtar ship know about it now, it will take a few days for the entire fleet under the command of the Marshal to know that he was put to sleep by the Marshal. Ah, he was killed by himself just like that—
wrong.
The boy suddenly woke up.
Why is he smoking himself
Why did he do it himself
Obviously the major culprit is the major general!
You must know that all the red marks on his neck were gnawed out by the major general—
At that time, he felt pain and begged the major general to bite him lightly, but he was bitten even harder.
Thinking of Mute, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth bitterly, wishing he could bite back.
No, you can't just let it go, he'll have to give the Major General a lesson - well, well, can't beat it, but -
In any case, at least a verbal lesson was given to make him realize his mistake.
Otherwise, what if the major general gnaws his neck with red marks every time? Does he still want to meet people
Thinking of this, the young man sat cross-legged on the sofa, silently thinking about how he would teach him a lesson when Marshal Troll came back.
Of course, he imagined the situation at that time...
...
... ... ...
Mutter finds this difficult.
Very difficult.
You know, when that person stands there, that oppressive height, that shocking aura, that whole body aura...
Mutt felt that the man's long and narrow phoenix eyes could be shrunk into a ball just by squinting.
After imagining the trembling scene, Mutt felt that he urgently needed to be bold.
In order to avoid being watched so embarrassingly by others in the future, he had to break out in front of the major general no matter what, to let the major general know that he was very angry.
However, here comes the problem. If Mutt wasn't given more courage, he would definitely not dare to do that.
The boy's pitch-black eyeballs rolled a few times and suddenly lit up.
He jumped off the ground, ran across most of the living room, and ran to the opposite side of the hall, where there was an extremely beautifully carved shelf, which contained all kinds of wine, and the elegant bottles were crystal clear, either transparent or The red, purple or light pink liquid is gently rippling inside, setting off the exquisitely carved wooden lattice, making this place look like a work of art.
Marshal Troll doesn't like drinking very much. He hasn't touched all the wine in this wine cellar. These expensive and famous wines are basically used for decoration here.
Mute casually took a bottle of red wine out of it.
Alcohol is bold.
The boy thought, after he had a drink or two, he would have the courage to lose his temper at the major general.
Moreover, the major general will calculate the account in the future, he can also say that he was drunk, didn't remember anything, and pushed the matter away completely.
I praised myself for coming up with this good idea, Mute did what I said, and took two sips of the red wine.
Really only two bites.
He had never drunk before, so he didn't know how much he could drink, so he didn't dare to drink too much, otherwise how could he confront the major general when he was drunk
But Mutt didn't know that there is a kind of person in this world whose drinking capacity is called... one cup.
After two mouthfuls, the young man smacked his lips. It was his first time to drink alcohol, but he couldn't tell what the strange taste was like, but to be honest, he didn't like it very much.
Thinking so, he capped the crystal-shaped wine bottle of red wine and put it back on the wine case. He opened his mouth and took a few breaths, and he himself could smell the strong smell of alcohol.
It smells bad.
He thought, not noticing that a layer of crimson had appeared on his cheeks at all.
Soon, Mutt felt dizzy in his head, and the room in his sight began to shake. He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up, but his mind was a mess and he couldn't think of anything.
He staggered back to the sofa, stretched out his hand and grabbed it a few times before grabbing the back of the sofa that was shaking in his sight. He grabbed the sofa and shook his head vigorously again, but the more he shook his head, the more confused he became. There were double images in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly. His body also shook, and he could no longer stand still, and fell headfirst on the sofa.
The drunk boy just curled up on the side of the sofa and passed out.
...
The door opened automatically with a swish, and the long legs in pitch-black military boots stepped in. The moment the soles of the boots landed on the door, the nano-miniature cleaning robots wandering nearby rushed up and cleaned the soles of the boots spotlessly in an instant.
In the next second, Marshal Troll walked up the steps and walked into the hall. Robin and Via followed him and entered the room together. Because in five minutes, an important meeting will be held in the lobby of the marshal's room through virtual projection.
It is precisely because it is very important and top secret that it will be held in the Marshal's room with the strongest defense and isolation equipment.
As soon as he entered, Marshal Troll frowned slightly.
There was a slight smell of wine in the room, which was very faint, and it was difficult for ordinary people to detect it, but for the marshal, who was very sensitive to all five senses, he could feel it the moment he entered the room.
He raised his eyes and saw the young man who was sleeping soundly on the side of the sofa, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed. Glancing at the wine rack opposite, he could tell at a glance that there were signs of being touched there.
Troll walked to the sofa, bent down, and reached out to touch the forehead of Mutt, who was still asleep.
The boy's cheeks were hot and hot, his face was flushed, and his temples were still sweating. The pink lips were slightly parted, exhaling evenly, and Troll clearly smelled the wine from the exhaled breath.
His fingers were always cold, so when he touched Mute's hot forehead, the coolness penetrated into the skin, waking up the sleeping boy.
Mutt opened his eyes, his dark eyes glistening with water seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he stared dazedly at the man who bent down in front of his eyes. His vision was still blurred, and the man's face was still shaking a little, making him unable to see clearly, so he could only blink vigorously, trying again to recognize the person in front of him.
The young man struggled to identify for a while, and finally recognized the marshal, so he grinned at Troll with a smile, and continued to blink and wink at him.
Lord Marshal: "..."
drunk.
After Robin approached, he also noticed the peculiar smell in the air. He moved his nose and took a few strong sniffs.
Then, he lowered his head and saw the blush-faced young man crouching on the side of the sofa, who was laughing silly at his boss.
Looking at that look, he guessed what Mutt had done, and couldn't help but shook his head.
"What kind of wine do you drink?"
If Mutt was still sober, he would definitely give him an annoyed look, saying that he had nothing to do with the fact that he was old enough to drink. But at this moment, the two drunk teenagers looked dizzy, they didn't hear Robin's words at all, they just tilted their heads and looked at Troll, who was half squatting in front of them, Silly Le.
Troll touched the temples of the boy who was smirking at him, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but before he could make a sound, suddenly there was a big light behind him. He stood up immediately, turned and looked back.
It's time for the remote virtual projection meeting, and the smart brain has started running automatically. Light and shadow intertwine, gather, and fall in the air. Then, two-thirds of the hall changed, that side turned black, as if in a pitch-black void, and there was endless night in all directions. Standing there, it was like floating in the sky. Generally in the dark.
Then, beams of light fell from the endless black sky, and the beams of light fell neatly on both sides, and then figures emerged one after another in the beams of light.
These people are all important subordinates who occupy a pivotal position under Marshal Troll, or are in charge of a galaxy, or lead a large fleet with a title—they themselves are far away, in different galaxies, This moment is here through virtual projections and spiritual connections.
As soon as they appeared, they bowed and saluted in the direction of Marshal Troll in unison.
"Your Mightiness."
"Your Excellency the Marshal."
"Master Troll."
They bowed their heads and used different honorific names.
The only thing in common is their admiration, respect, and loyalty to the young Marshal in front of them.
The marshal nodded slightly and accepted their salute.
"Hold on."
He says.
He planned to carry the boy nestled on the sofa to the bedroom and come back to hold a meeting.
…
The boy was lying on the sofa in a daze, his mind was messed up like a mess.
He looked at the handsome face that seemed to be shining in front of him, and he barely cleared up the muddle in his mind. He stirred it vigorously and thought for a long time. I want to settle accounts with this man who gnawed his own neck with red marks.
Well, he had to throw a tantrum, get angry.
He had to let the major general know that he was not so easy to bully.
Only this idea was churning in the boy's muddy mind at the moment.
Well, teach him a lesson...
Although he was thinking about it, but looking at the narrow and long phoenix eyes that looked down at him slightly, which seemed a little uncomfortable, Mute felt a little timid again.
He felt that he couldn't be so cowardly, he had to do something.
Just as he was trying to figure out what he was going to do, the major general who was squatting in front of him and staring at him suddenly stood up and turned back, as if talking to the people behind him.
The major general turned around, naturally with his back to him.
As soon as he was not stared at by Troll, Mute's courage came up in an instant.
My head was dizzy, and the smell of alcohol rose up, and the alcohol strengthened my courage.
He looked at Troll's long black legs in front of him, and felt that the major general couldn't see that it was him who did it, so he happily kicked the major general's leg, which was facing away from him. kick.
Via: "..."
Robin: "..."
Everyone else: "... !!!"
There was a dead silence throughout the hall.
Everyone was silent at this moment, holding their breath and not daring to utter a breath.
Your Excellency Marshal was kicked, kicked, kicked, kicked, kicked, kicked——
This sentence circulated endlessly in everyone's blank minds.
However, he still felt that he didn't scare everyone enough. He felt that Troll couldn't see himself if his back was turned to him, so he didn't know that he did it. , happily kicked up again.
Via: "..."
Hold.
For the first time, Colonel Qingfa cursed inwardly.
Robin: "..."
Oh my god, this little guy's drinking madness is so scary!
other people… …
The others didn't think about anything, because their brains had completely shut down and froze and couldn't function at this moment.
The marshal who was kicked by Mute turned around, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes dangerously, and looked down at Mute, his handsome face was expressionless, showing no emotion.
After being stared at by Troll's dangerous eyes, the young man immediately became scared.
"... no... I didn't... do it."
Mutter said that because he was still very drunk, his speech was intermittent.
"No... um... I, I didn't kick... you."
He said confidently and dazedly, his dark eyes shone slightly, and his little face was blushing, like a little pet that got into trouble but tilted its head and pretended not to know how cute it was in front of its owner.
The young man felt that he was sneaking up on him from behind. Troll didn't see it, so he didn't know it was him—he didn't know that there was only one idiom to describe his behavior.
Deception.
The Marshal bent down and held out his hand to him.
He thought that Troll was coming to catch him, so he became anxious.
"It's not... um... me!"
Mute tried his best to shrink his body back, and at the same time vigorously kicked his legs in the direction of Troll in the air, trying to keep Troll from leaning over.
But when he was shopping for clothes just now, he didn't pay attention. The shoes were too big, and they were loose on his feet. They were fine when he stepped on the ground. At this moment, his feet were kicking in the air, and the shoe on his right foot was kicked all at once. It fell, rolled straight up, and fell to the ground.
As soon as the shoe fell off, the boy froze for a moment.
He stopped kicking and beating his calves, as if he didn't understand why the shoes fell off, he tilted his head, looked at the shoes on the ground, and then at his bare right foot, biting his lower lip and showing a hard-working expression. The appearance of thinking.
That silly and cute look is really cute.
Troll looked at him, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.
Then, he bent down, landed on one knee, and squatted on the ground.
He picked up the shoe on the ground with one hand, and reached over with the other to hold the boy's bare feet.
The boy's ankles are so thin that he can hold them all with one hand.
The marshal just held the boy's feet, squatted halfway in front of him, and helped him put the shoe on.
… Unaware that such a move made the group of subordinates behind him instantly become a group of idiots, 24K pure.
Probably because he was tired from the fuss just now, Mutt was nestling obediently on the sofa, tilting his head and quietly watching Troll help him put on his shoes.
After the shoes were put on, he blinked, then stretched out his hands to the marshal who had stood up, and looked at Troll with bright black eyes.
Troll bent down and picked up the boy, and Mutt nestled in his arms and smiled happily at him. He looked down at the person in his arms, his blue eyes were full of indulgence and doting, even the traces of water flowing could not compare to the softness of his eyes.
...
Needles could be heard in the hall.
The Marshal held his sweetheart and left temporarily.
…
I'm probably dead, in hell.
This is the thought in the mind of a general who refuses to face reality at the moment.
Well, I'm dreaming, I'm definitely dreaming... Damn, I have to get up, I have an important meeting today and I can't be late!
Here's another escapism.
Hold! Those little bastards who are usually under his command would dare to kill him by throwing me dog food! But who the hell can tell me how to refuse dog food from superiors—
This is a single dog general who can face reality very calmly.
…
Usually, he was numb from eating dog food. At this moment, the quality of dog food was doubled again, Colonel Via sneered twice and said he didn't want to talk.
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Robin, who was fed dog food every day and was about to vomit, said BOSS, you did a great job, keep on showing, don't stop! I can't always be shown off by myself, I want to eat and everyone eats together!
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