A regular meeting had just ended, the light beams below flickered, and the projected generals disappeared into the hall one after another. The generals who participated in person stepped back quickly after bowing and saluting, and went to the inner cabin on the lower side to leave Ishtar by landing ship.
The light in the affairs hall, which was still bright just now, slowly dimmed, maintaining a soft level. On the high platform at the end of the affairs hall, the young emperor stood on it, and the black and red velvet curtain above spread to the sides, and fine golden tassels hung down.
When most of the subordinates retreated, Troll, who was standing on the high platform, moved and walked down the steps step by step. His pitch-black military boots stepped on the ground calmly and powerfully, even if it was covered with thick The black and red carpet, and the sound of footsteps can be heard clearly.
The red-haired junior soldier standing on the left side of the high platform did not leave, but watched Troll walk down the steps. When Troll walked past him, he followed, closely behind.
"I tried it." Robin said as he walked, "Mute's memory and consciousness probably stayed at the age of fourteen, and, probably because of 'that'..."
When he said 'that', he paused for a moment, glanced at Troll's face, and then continued.
"Probably because 'that' was too deeply involved with you, so it was also sealed. Mute also doesn't remember 'that'."
The one in Robin's mouth naturally refers to the first emperor of the previous empire who had a similar appearance to Troll.
Troll didn't say a word, he lowered his eyes, his thin eyelashes cast a light shadow on his snow-white cheeks, the eyes were covered by the shadow, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes. He didn't say anything, just walked straight to the teleportation device on the side of the door. The moment he stepped on it, the invisible air current lifted the blue-black cloak behind him for a moment.
A light flashed, and Robin stood by, watching his Majesty disappear into the teleportation halo. He raised his right hand and touched his chin, with a playful smile on his lips.
"It seems that BOSS is in a complicated mood right now."
In the empty affairs hall, only Robin was left talking to himself.
He clicked his tongue a few times.
"It took a lot of hard work to embrace the beauty... um, this is not right... the sweetheart that was brought back after all kinds of hardships and dangers, it disappeared as soon as I woke up, tsk tsk... umm, I didn't gloat, I definitely didn't, I was doing this Sympathize with the boss, yes, it is sympathy, it is sympathy."
Then, the man who was the culprit of everything just left like that.
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Mute, whose mental age and memory had degenerated to fourteen, was naturally placed in Troll's private room, and the protection of the room was strengthened. Now, if there is no Troll personally leading it, even Robin, Via and other confidantes are not allowed to enter it.
Because of the frequent wars during this period, and the accumulation of some affairs during the time when Troll lost his memory, Troll was too busy to separate himself and do nothing, and Mute stayed in the room alone these days.
In fact, no matter how many so-called affairs there are, it is not important to Troll at all. He is like this, but he still doesn't know how to face Mutt.
Although he knew that Mutt was innocent, but when he saw Mutt looking at him with the eyes of a stranger, he couldn't suppress the anger that burst out of his heart.
And once he was upset, the low air pressure around his body multiplied even more, and the coldness he exuded was almost substantive. The oppressive power of the young emperor can't even stand the battle-hardened soldiers, let alone the current Mutt. Every time Troll showed an unhappy expression, the boy was like a frightened deer, cautiously, looking at Troll with a nervous look, and even faintly revealing a hint of vigilance—which led to Troll was getting more and more upset.
Such a vicious circle made Troll hardly know how to get along with the current Mutt. This feeling of having nowhere to do anything and being tied up in everything is simply terrible.
In the end, in order not to frighten Mutt, who is now mentally soft as a child, Troll could only bury his head in government affairs as much as possible and avoid getting along with Mutt.
But even this is not enough. Although Mutt didn't say anything and stayed in the room obediently, very obedient, but when Troll took a look at his situation through the surveillance camera from time to time, he saw the huge room where the boy was alone. The slender figure nestled on the sofa looks lonely, carefully nestling in a strange place like a lost animal, with an uneasy look on his face from time to time, which makes people feel distressed.
Troll thought for a while, then threw Da Da in the past. Of course, before throwing it over, I first gave an order to DaDa, prohibiting it from mentioning anything after meeting Mute.
"This is... an intelligent brain... no, an intelligent robot?"
When he saw da da, Mute let out a wow, showing an extremely surprised expression. He almost couldn't wait to take the round white ball from Troll's hand, seeing the various funny expressions that Da Da made to him, he showed a happy smile.
After talking to DaDa for a few words, and realizing DaDa's highly humanized way of thinking, Mutt's eyes lit up even more.
"At our time, such intelligent robots could only be seen in sci-fi movies."
As he said so, he glanced carefully at Troll.
"Is this... very expensive? Do you really want to give it to me?"
"Not uncommon."
Says Troll, an understatement.
That tone was so angry.
Da da is very precious! Very rare! It is the most high-tech cosmic-level computing brain! It has all the functions of war, guard, housekeeping, etc. in one, it can't be smashed or stepped on, and it can even be transformed into a small battleship!
In the entire universe, there are only a handful of intelligent brains that are so powerful!
Da Da was so annoyed by his master's understatement that he collapsed into a puddle of silvery white liquid.
"Uh, what's wrong with this, did I break it?"
Mute, who didn't know what was going on, held the ticking silver-white liquid in his hand, and looked at Troll frowning in panic.
Troll, who was in a bad mood at first, and frowned because Da Da lost his temper, received Mute's help-seeking gaze. For some reason, he felt a little more comfortable, and his frowning eyebrows relaxed.
He raised his hand and rubbed the frightened boy's head.
"fine."
He said, casually brushing the pool of silver-white liquid out of Mute's hand, letting it fall to the ground with a snap.
He stretched out his hand to hold Mute's hand who was about to bend down to take it, stopped the other's movement, and skillfully half-armed the other's shoulder, motioning Mute to look for himself.
Then Mute stared dumbfounded at the splashed silver-white liquid wriggling and merging drop by drop, twisting and floating in the air like a ball of water, and then returning to its original round shape again.
"Okay... so amazing."
In this future interstellar era, the young man who is almost equivalent to a primitive man looked straight for a moment, he blinked, and suddenly thought of something, looked up at Troll, his eyes sparkled.
"Then you should have Gundams by now, right?"
Troll: "Huh?"
What is high and what is high
"Uh, it's the kind that is driven by humans, fights in the universe, is very big, very powerful, and can shoot laser cannons—"
Troll hesitated for a moment.
"You mean battle mech?"
"Well, that's it!"
Mute looked at Troll expectantly, his eyes burning brightly.
"Do you have it? You must have it, right? What's the name of your mech? Is it famous? It must be very powerful, right—"
This handsome and handsome person can tell at a glance that the protagonist's halo is full, and the mecha must be the trump card of the trump card, and it is definitely super handsome! Ah, I'm really looking forward to it—
However, there was a subtle look on the handsome face of a certain man whom Mutt believed to be the protagonist just by looking at his face.
"The mechs you mentioned were eliminated 10,000 years ago."
"what?"
"In terms of combat power alone, that weapon is indeed very powerful, but the key to determining the outcome is not just force."
It is recorded in the chronicle of war weapons that humans once developed war weapons called mechs, but this weapon was quickly eliminated.
It is true that this kind of weapon is very powerful. It can easily defeat ten battleships one by one, and even one hundred by one if it is powerful. The power of a single weapon is the coordination, scheduling, and execution speed of different warships in the entire fleet, as well as the commander and adaptability of the generals.
This weapon is as powerful as a hundred warships, but its construction cost is ten times or even a hundred times that of a hundred warships. And the most critical point is that it has very high requirements for the driver. If the pilots of ordinary battleships are one in ten and the pilots of destroyers are one in a hundred, then the pilots of this large weapon are almost one in ten thousand. It is very difficult to train, and they are not suitable for all kinds of leap battles and fast battles in the entire space battlefield. And the need for large-scale encirclement and annihilation warfare.
Therefore, not long after it was created, it was quickly eliminated.
After hearing Troll's words, Mute's mood was very complicated.
Ah, his Gundam dream.
...
Although the dream of driving a big robot was shattered, but through this chat, he felt that Brother Troll was not as indifferent and scary as he seemed. No matter how ridiculous he said as a primitive man, he was very patient. He answered his question calmly, without showing the slightest dislike for trouble.
And he already had a good impression of him, maybe because the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was this person's fledgling plot, or maybe it was because this person was so good-looking... Moreover, although this person looked He was very indifferent, but he was actually very kind to him, so he couldn't help but start to get close to this person.
Mut himself didn't know, his closeness greatly relieved the soldiers in Ishtar.
Ah, His Majesty is in a better mood, and they don't have to be terrified every day under the oppression of His Majesty's low pressure.
...
The black boots stepped on the floor in front of the gate, and the metal gate opened automatically. As soon as Troll entered, the people in the living room turned their heads to look over.
"Welcome back, Brother Troll."
The half-kneeling boy raised his eyes to look at him, his smiling eyes curved, revealing a bright smile.
Troll's breathing paused slightly, and then he hummed.
Although he has listened to it several times, every time he is called out like this, he always feels his chest is burning. Deep in his heart, the softest place is numb and itchy. .
I'm afraid only he himself knows how much willpower he used to suppress his desire to shoot at the innocent and innocent boy who called him.
This feeling of self-repression is really uncomfortable.
However, he couldn't help but want to hear the child yelling to him so sweetly again and again.
After all, once Mutt regains his memory, he can never hear it again.
While so entangled, Troll glanced casually, and then his gaze was fixed there.
"What is this?"
Ever since Mute knew that Da Da is a liquid metal that can change shape at will, he often makes Da Da turn into some strange animals. According to Mutter, those were animals from Earth.
The same is true today.
A chubby animal that was half the size of Mute was lying on the ground. Because it was too fat, it looked like two balls piled together. It had a fluffy and round body with black and white hair, especially the black bead. There are two black circles around Liu Liu's eyes, looking innocent and well-behaved at the same time.
Mute sat on the ground, rubbing his arms around the fluffy and chubby animal, with a satisfied look on his face.
Troll raised his eyebrows, walked over, squatted down, and stretched out his hand.
He stretched out his hand and patted the chubby thing's head, which seemed to be stroking the head, but the palm he stretched out indiscriminately separated Mutt from rubbing against the other's face.
Mute, whose face was separated, didn't know anything, but Da Da, who was patted on the head by Troll, shivered, snapped, and quickly shrunk back into a white ball, with a face of "what am I?" Don't know' look around the two of them, and then flew away.
Its owner withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, and then paused again.
Mute was sitting on the ground, while Troll was half squatting on the ground, a bit taller than Mute, and Mute was wearing a loose shirt, and he was turning his head to look at Da Da who flew away at the moment. The collar is open forward, and from Troll's perspective, one can clearly see along the curvature of the neck and collarbone, the slightly thin white chest, and the looming pale pink...
Troll's throat squirmed, as if swallowing something. Then, forcing himself to look away, he stood up.
You have to hold back, you have to wait until he recovers his memory.
Troll thought so in his heart, but his throat was really thirsty.
However, counting it... I haven't been able to eat it for more than a month.
What I saw just now kept flashing in my mind, and along with that, I recalled the memory of the collar being peeled off, and the tender skin was stained pink little by little, and the memory of the boy being sobbed softly under his body. The face flashed by.
Troll felt his throat getting dry and a fire burning inside his body.
Although he told himself to be patient, he had been abstinent for too long. A little inadvertent teasing of this innocent little guy in front of him could stir up his fire and make his body ache.
"Brother Troll?"
Probably sensing that something was wrong with his expression, Mute, who had already stood up, leaned over and looked up at him.
That cry made the fire in his heart burst out.
Mutt's face was very close, and his dark eyes reflected his shadow. When those black eyes were trembling and forced to look at him with mist and tears, the light pink eyes that were slightly opened and closed flashed in his mind. The low sobbing and pleading sounds from his lips always easily make him lose control...
Consciousness is broken in an instant.
By the time Troll realized it, he had lowered his head and blocked the slightly parted lips of Mutt who was looking up at him.
The boy opened his eyes.
He didn't seem to be able to react for a while, but when he did, his cheeks were flushed with anger, and his hands were desperately trying to push him away.
Troll thought about it, he couldn't hold back anyway, the kiss has already been kissed, so the kiss is enough. With this thought in his heart, he was so hot that he didn't bother to explain. He put his arms around Mutt who was struggling desperately, didn't want to think about it, and just bowed his head and began to kiss the person in his arms brazenly.
Mute, who was kissed forcibly, was startled and angry, and tried hard to break free, but the back of his head was tightly held, and he couldn't move at all. He was almost out of breath after being kissed.
When he found that Troll's lips had been biting all the way down his chin and neck, and his hands were also lifted up his shirt to fumble in, he suddenly panicked.
"Let go of me! You rascal! Pervert!"
No matter how much you shout, it's useless, even if you use all your hands and feet, you can't struggle. The boy who was about to cry gritted his teeth and raised his knees hard—