"Boss, how about we leave?"
said the red-haired major, frowning.
"I always have a bad feeling."
For his protest, the Mia family quickly responded.
Beate, who is the future head of the Mia family, came in person and apologized to Major General Troll, saying that he was not strict enough to control his subordinates, and the guards were insufficient, which caused people with ulterior motives to invade the room.
The explanation he gave was that the old marquis had offended many people due to his years of fighting, and they had received secret information that there were several forces that were about to move around and tried to launch an attack when the old marquis held a birthday banquet.
Therefore, most of the current planetary security forces have been mobilized to carry out strict inspections in various places to arrest people who behave abnormally, so as to avoid terrorist attacks on the birthday day.
Therefore, the security force here is slightly less, so that such a thing happened.
However, he has already found out that the person who sneaked into the room was one of the forces intending to sabotage the old Marquis' birthday banquet. The reason why the person invaded Mutt's mind was to hypnotize him so that Mutt could Assassinated the old Marquis at the birthday banquet, and used this to drive a wedge between their Mia family and Major General Troll—
"There is a fart feeling! Do you really think we are fools, fooling around casually?"
Robin scoffed at the explanation given by Beate.
At that time, he stood behind his boss, snorted, and raised the corner of his mouth ironically.
The BOSS of his house still had that indifferent expression, and looked at the disk held in the hands of the attendant behind Beata.
The black disc covered with brocade was mostly blood-stained red, and there was a man's head on it.
The severed man's head was open-eyed, empty and lifeless.
Robin gritted his teeth.
Beat's gesture seemed to be a gesture of goodwill, to give them an explanation, but this head was not a naked demonstration.
A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake.
What Beate meant was obvious—whether you recognize it or not, the fact is what he said—this is Mia Planet, the territory of their Mia family.
"understood."
At that time, the young major general replied like this.
The dark blue pupils looked at the future Patriarch of the Mia family lightly, and there was no expression on that handsome face.
The slightly raised corners of the slender Danfeng eyes give people a sharp arc, and the way he looks at Beata is indifferent and indifferent.
—Whether it’s a show of favor or a demonstration, they all punch the air—
It was Bayate who obviously assumed a condescending posture, but the moment they looked at each other, it was the young major general who stood on the commanding heights with an understatement in tone and posture.
After saying 'understand', Troll turned and left.
Robin, who hurriedly followed the pace of his boss, looked back. He saw the heir of the Mia family standing where he was, looking at the back of his boss.
It was still the calm and elegant aristocratic posture, and the gentle and polite demeanor, but inexplicably, Robin felt a kind of indescribable malice from the gentle eyes of that person.
Ever since seeing that person's gaze, Robin has always had a bad feeling.
He couldn't help persuading his boss again.
"Boss, just in case, it's better to find an excuse to leave first."
The young major general sat on a soft chair with his slender legs crossed.
He clasped his fingers and put them on his knees. A pair of red phoenix eyes stared straight ahead, revealing sharp gazes.
"That's too late."
He says.
"Huh? Why is it too late, Boss, we—"
"..."
The young major general lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes casting light shadows on his cheeks.
He sat quietly, as if weighing something, so he didn't speak.
Instead, the boy who had been sitting obediently beside him couldn't help but speak.
"Are you going to run away?"
Mutter asked.
He sat cross-legged on the sofa, his pitch-black eyeballs rolled around, looking at Troll and Robin.
"What escape, that's—"
Robin retorted, but the rebuttal stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence.
Mutt's words made him suddenly wake up.
It's not that they can't leave, they just can't.
The Mia family didn't do anything to them, and even treated them with courtesy. However, they left suddenly the day before they were invited to Mia Star to attend the old Marquis' birthday banquet—
What will other people who come to the birthday party think
You must know that those who can be invited by the old marquis are all people with a reputation in the empire.
Even if the Mia family made a mistake first, if they leave now, in the eyes of others, that would be a sign of weakness, that would be running away, and the great prestige that Major General Troll has finally established after fighting around will suffer a heavy blow.
Those who don't know the inside story can only laugh and say-look, that major general who ran away with his tail between his legs in fright after a little incident happened.
So, it's not that they can't go, but they can't.
After thinking it over, Robin let out a long breath, showing a displeased expression.
"Hey, since this is the case, then we can only see the tricks."
he muttered.
"Even if that bumbling guy doesn't like you, but with so many people looking at you, after all, you are a guest invited by his father to the birthday banquet, so he doesn't dare to really do anything to you."
He sneered.
"It's amazing, he can just trip you up at the banquet and make you lose face in front of everyone."
Even if that Beate really had malice towards the boss, he probably just wanted to harm the boss at the birthday banquet, setting a trap to make the boss lose face among the celebrities of the empire.
After all, it's his father's birthday, that guy can't be so crazy and wants to abolish the boss at this time, right
After all, the BOSS was a guest invited by the old Marquis. If something happened, wouldn't it be the face of the Mia family
Thinking of this, Robin felt a little relieved.
As for the traps at the banquet, the boss should be able to handle it himself.
Troll pondered for a while, and when he raised his head, his gaze penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the endless golden desert outside the window.
His gaze became sharper little by little, like a materialized blade.
That handsome face is still indifferent, but there have been subtle changes, like a black panther slightly bent down in the dark forest, tense and ready to go, scanning everything in the darkness of the forest with sharp eyes Dangerous place.
He raised his hand, and the silver-blue metal ring on his wrist glowed, forming a small light screen in front of his eyes.
After a burst of distorted light on the light curtain, the face of the blue-haired lieutenant colonel appeared in it.
"What's going on with 'Ishtar'?"
"Everything is fine, Lord Troll."
"Well, I will return to the ship in the future."
"Yes, Lord Troll, I will arrange someone to meet you."
Lieutenant Colonel Via on the screen raised his hand on his chest to salute, and then disappeared into the light screen.
The conversation he had with Troll just now was a routine conversation every night, with almost no changes.
... ... ...
"Lord Beate! The signal sent from the ground of Mia to the Ishtar flagship has been captured!"
"Pass it on."
"Yes!"
The intercepted message was transmitted to Beata as an image, in which the face and voice of Via, as well as the voice of Trol talking to her were repeatedly shown.
It was the same as the intercepted messages a few days ago, even the conversation was not much different.
"Return to the ship in the future?"
The aristocratic man with dark brown curly hair smiled slightly.
The seemingly mild and upturned lips carried an indescribable coldness and malice.
Admiral Troll, do you think you can return to the ship
...
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Robin stood aside, watching the conversation between the BOSS and his colleagues who stayed on Ishtar.
The moment Troll opened his mouth, the pupils of the red-haired major shrank suddenly. However, it was just a contraction, he raised his hand, touched the tiny stubble on his chin, stared at Via on the light screen, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then, he sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spread his arms carelessly on the back of the sofa.
"Via is really free."
He pursed his lips and said, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"You should rest."
Shut down communication with Ishtar ships, said the young admiral.
"Yes, yes, yes~~Boss-sama~~~I will take a good rest~"
Robin stood up, stretched a lot, with a tired look on his face.
As he spoke, he glanced at the black-haired boy who was obediently by the side with his subtle eyes, then turned his head and began to drive away the maids who stood by and served them.
"Hey, why are you still staying here? Walk around, get out, sticking around here will only annoy people, you know that?"
His subtle expression and deliberately accentuated tone stunned the maids who were unceremoniously driven away by him. However, seeing the subtle look of Robin squinting at the black-haired boy and his boss, the maids quickly showed understanding expressions, bowed, turned and retreated.
"However, Boss, you'd better not do unnecessary things. It's better to have a good rest."
Before leaving the room, Robin looked at his boss and clicked his tongue.
"Tomorrow night is the old Marquis's birthday banquet. His son made it clear that he will make things difficult for you at the banquet. If you don't cultivate enough energy now, you may not be able to handle it by then~~"
Although being ridiculed by his subordinates, the young major general didn't seem to care.
He watched his subordinate leave and closed the door.
After the room was quiet, he took off his coat and walked straight to the bed.
The snow-white duvet was spread on the bed that was so wide that five people could sleep side by side, the pale yellow veil embroidered with golden patterns hung down, the pure gold silk thread shone under the light, and the lace on the edge was overlapping, at the edge of the bed Diffusion of delicate texture.
The black-haired major general was half lying on the exquisite and gorgeous bed, leaning against the soft leather headboard.
He closed his eyes, probably wanting to take a short nap, but it didn't last long, he opened his eyes as if he couldn't fall asleep.
The slender Danfeng looked forward, and Mutt still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and opened the information light curtain in this room. His fingers swiped on the virtual keyboard, looking at himself on the light curtain. something of interest.
"come over."
The sudden sound in the quiet room made the boy instinctively raise his head and look at Troll.
He saw those dark blue eyes staring at him quietly, and the young major general who was half lying on the bed looked at him and stretched out his hand in his direction.
"come over."
Troll repeated again, keeping his hand in mid-air, palm up, fingertips pointing in his direction.
"Just now it wasn't..."
Mutter hesitated.
He could see what this major general wanted to do, but not long ago, this major general directly coordinated with him without any notice... Why now...
"I want to do it."
The young major general said, with Danfeng's slender and sharp eyes staring at him, his tone unquestionable.
"..."
Major General, can we stop being so ambiguous
Fortunately, there are only two of us here, otherwise if someone else overhears...
... But spiritual attunement is already a very ambiguous behavior...
Thinking this way with embarrassment, Mute walked over obediently.
As soon as he walked to the bed, the major general stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist and tugged unceremoniously.
Mute staggered suddenly when he was unprepared, and fell headfirst on Troll.
Before he could react, that strong arm came over and tightly bound his waist so that he couldn't move, while Troll's other hand was also pressed on the back of his head, fingers deep Dig deep into the depths of his hair.
He lay on the major general's body in a daze, and was hugged tightly by Troll.
He could feel Troll tilting his head slightly, hanging down, and the velvety smooth jet black hair gliding across his side cheeks. Those slender red phoenix eyes stared at him, and the glazed blue pupils with ink marks stared at him, with a deserted gleam at the edges of the pupils.
The light-colored thin lips were almost close to his ears, and he could clearly feel the warm breath exhaled by the young major general.
The thin lips opened, and the low voice penetrated into his eardrums, and the exhaled breath passed over his ears lightly.
The boy lay on the body of the young major general, nestled in his arms, and blinked.
He tilted his head, raised his eyelashes, looked at Troll with his dark and watery eyes, and blinked again, his slender eyelashes fluttered, and the shadows on his cheeks fluttered accordingly.
Then, after blinking a few times and closing his eyes, the boy nestled obediently in Troll's arms, with his head resting on Troll's shoulder, and he looked extremely obedient.
The metal ring that turned into a semi-arc has automatically detached from the wrist and floated on the young man's neck, shining slightly, reflecting the light of the metal ring on Troll's wrist.
The young major general lowered his head, unable to see the expression on that handsome face clearly, he could only see his hand gently stroking the hair of the boy who was nestled in his arms, and leaned closer to the boy's ear and whispered Whispering something.
There was an indescribable feeling of affection in that action.
The boy nestled in his arms tilted his head again, and almost buried his entire face in the socket of Trol's neck. From the outside, only the fluffy black back of his head could be seen.
After a while, Troll also closed his eyes, and fell asleep with the boy in his arms, looking as if he had fallen into spiritual joy...
...
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Looking at the young major general on the screen who had apparently started having spiritual joy with the boy in his arms and fell asleep, the black-brown curly-haired man's eyes were full of sarcasm.
This major general, who was highly praised by his father, was nothing more than that.
Stumbling at a party
He has no interest in this kind of child's play house game.
Do nothing, or do it, it's a one-shot kill—something he'd learned from his father.
Beat stared at Troll on the screen with cold eyes.
What is this guy.
What the hell is this thing.
"Activate in an hour."
He said expressionlessly, with thick shadows in his eyes.
His words determined the final outcome of the two sleeping people in the room.
...
It was already late at night, and although it was still as bright as day, most people had already fallen asleep.
Suddenly.
A violent roar exploded suddenly.
The whole steeple seemed to tremble—
The side of the steeple's half waist suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and raging flames emerged from the gap in the tower body, and the flames reflected half of the sky red.
Opposite the spire, on another spire not far from it, was a room with its French windows wide open.
Dark brown curly hair was messily scattered around his cheeks, and the man in nightgown stood quietly by the French window, with thick golden curtains hanging down beside him.
Still in that calm aristocratic posture, he was holding a crystal clear wine glass, and the bright red wine like blood rippled around his lips.
His lips, which were licking the wine, were dyed a bright red like blood, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the opposite room that had been torn apart by the bomb and most of it had collapsed, as well as the fiercely burning poisonous flames inside. .
His eyes were reddened by the firelight, and there was a morbid pleasure in the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, there was a kind of satisfaction and pleasure in his heart that he had never felt before.