"Please, help me to ask the teacher for a favor. I still want to learn from the teacher. If you help me this time, I will remember, and I will definitely repay you in the future—"
In a corner of the restaurant, a young man with brown hair begged the man in front of him.
The man crossed his legs, with his hands spread out on both sides of the seat, watching the brown-haired young man desperately trying to please him, a smug smile rose from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't speak until he had enjoyed enough of the begging of the person in front of him, and then opened his mouth with a sneer.
"Don't think about it, Dole, now the teacher hates you so much, how could he let you go back." He said with a sneer, "Just mentioning your name, the teacher will be furious, you have humiliated him so much , you still want to go back? Do you think you are his favorite student? Do you think you are the top student in the past?"
"...you help me, I will repay you..."
"Come on, Dole, I didn't intend to help you at all. The reason why I came to the appointment today is just to see you begging for mercy." Too lazy to deal with it, the man stood up and gave the brown-haired young man a contemptuous look. "Heh, the high-achieving student who thought he was great after a few words of praise from the teacher and was looked down upon by everyone, now looks down and out, tsk tsk, how pathetic."
"You have offended the 'SS-level' professors, more than one. Everyone in the association knows that you are a plague god now, and it is too late to hide from you."
"Oh, by the way, because of slandering the special professor, your qualifications have also been cancelled, and you are no longer a member of the association. Now you are just an ordinary unemployed civilian. Wait for the civilians, hahahahaha!"
The man laughed loudly, humiliated Dole wantonly, and then walked away, leaving Dole alone in a daze.
nothing...
The brown-haired young man thought blankly.
Wealth, status, power, reputation, and the infinite future, the future that could have everything within easy reach, were all shattered after he was disqualified and kicked out by the teacher.
… He will become an excellent and respected professor, be favored by the aristocratic forces, put him under their command, let them provide for him, and lead a good life like a master…
Obviously this is his future!
civilian? ... How could he go back and become an ordinary commoner, how could he endure that he became such a lowly existence!
Dole sat blankly, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes looked forward unconsciously.
Suddenly, his empty pupils shrank severely.
He stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at the front, he saw a familiar figure—he would never forget that figure that shattered all his dreams and appeared in his nightmares every night!
Without this guy...
he thinks.
Without this person—
His mind was blank, but his body moved on his own. He picked up the knife on the table and chased after him.
If this guy doesn't exist! Then he was the genius that attracted the attention of everyone in that qualifying exam! If it wasn't for this person, he wouldn't be kicked out by the teacher! He will not be disqualified by the association!
It's all because of the existence of this person! As long as this person isn't around—
With these words constantly echoing in his mind, Dole quickly chased after him.
With every step he takes, his gaze turns ferocious; every breath he takes, his eyes turn red.
When catching up with the boy who had already walked down the steps, Dole, who had fallen into a half-mad state, grabbed the boy's right shoulder. When the boy subconsciously turned around, his eyes were red, and his right hand was holding the table knife tightly. The quasi-boy's left chest was stabbed fiercely!
The exhilarating feeling of the knife piercing the flesh was instantly transmitted to his whole body through the nerves, making him tremble with excitement.
The blood spattered on his face when he pulled out the knife, the scorching hot feeling made him excited.
Looking at the young man curled up in pain and lying in a pool of blood at his feet, Dole's eyes became even more crazy. The pleasure of revenge made him extremely excited. He laughed wildly and stabbed him again.
But just a second before he could swing the knife down, the young man who had already fallen on the ground and should let him eat suddenly kicked him hard on the heel. He was caught off guard and lost his balance. Kneeling on the ground, the sharp table knife in his hand grazed the boy's cheek, and then stabbed heavily on the ground after a bloody cut was made on the boy's side cheek.
"Go and save people!"
The noble boy in the box yelled at his subordinates so loudly that he ran out.
Dole, who was stabbed crookedly, knelt on the ground.
Mute, who kicked Dole down just now, leaned sideways on the steps, and tried to stand up with his hands on the higher steps, but he took a breath, raised half of his body, and saw The man stabbed himself again, he almost instinctively raised his hands and grabbed Dole's right hand, and the body that had just been lifted hit the steps hard again, causing his spine to hurt.
The sharp point of the knife almost stopped in front of his eyes, almost touching his eyelashes.
The violent throbbing of his left shoulder made his left hand unable to use any strength at all, and he almost held his breath to support Dole's right hand.
Just hang in there!
He gritted his teeth and thought, the noble boy inside would definitely not be able to watch him being killed, he only needs to hold on for ten more seconds—
A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Mutt's throat.
The man on top of him had a ferocious expression, his left hand grabbed his throat fiercely, and his right hand held the table knife more forcefully and stabbed towards his head.
The pain of suffocation almost took away the breath he held through his clenched teeth, and his hands could no longer support the man's right hand.
The pitch-black pupils widened to the extreme, and the young man watched helplessly as the sharp knife tip stabbed down——
The few imperial soldiers who just ran to the door and wanted to save people couldn't catch up—
Suddenly, a hand came in from a slant, and with five fingers, he firmly held the table knife that was pierced into Mutt's eyebrow.
The hand holding the table knife was so hard that the sharp blade cut deeply into the palm of that hand.
The boy lying on his back on the ground opened his eyes wide, the point of the knife had pierced his brow, causing a little redness to ooze from his brow.
His heart was beating violently, and he opened his eyes to watch the blood flow from that hand, pooling together and flowing down the silver-white knife tip, falling drop by drop on his forehead, between the eyebrows, and sliding across his cheeks face, penetrated into the hair, dyed his temples red.
He opened his eyes and watched the table knife that had already pierced his skin being lifted up abruptly by the hand that was holding the blade tightly. He watched the blood-stained tip of the knife slowly move away from him. away.
Only the blood from the hand holding the blade was still dripping down his face.
It wasn't until the point of the knife left the boy's face that it was safe enough that it would never hurt him, then the owner of that hand stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed Dole's right wrist forcefully.
There was a crackling sound of bones breaking, and Dole let out a scream. He loosened his right hand and let go of the table knife in his hand.
The visitor easily changed hands, and the bloody hand that had gripped the blade tightly grasped the handle.
The left hand that crushed Dole's right wrist grabbed Dole's hair and pulled it upwards. Dole had to look up. In the next second, the blood-stained knife slid into Dole's throat. Pass.
Dole, whose throat was cut in an instant, fell to the ground without even making a sound, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and blood flowed from his neck all over the floor.
A series of movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, but it is only a moment, it is only the time for Mutt to take a breath.
He was half lying on the steps, still in a state of shock, his throat was choked and unable to breathe just now, so now he is still breathing rapidly, and his chest is also violently heaving.
His gaze moved away from Dole who was already lying silently in a pool of blood, and slowly looked up.
The man who had slit Dole's throat cleanly turned and walked towards him, and Mutt saw his right hand hanging by his side, blood dripping from his fingers in drops.
Major General Troll squatted down in front of him, and the scattered black hair half covered the major general's eyes, making him unable to see the expression in the other's eyes at the moment. Mutt could only see the major general raising his hand, deep in the palm of his right hand. A slit opened ferociously, almost as shocking as cutting that hand open.
"your hands… "
Mutt only had time to say a few words, the young major general had already placed his hands on his chest, and there was a crackling sound of cloth.
He watched in bewilderment as the major general tore off his military uniform jacket, exposing his entire left shoulder to the air.
The place where the boy's shoulders went to his chest was bloody, and it looked terrifying.
At this moment, the dark blue pupils that were so deep that they looked sharply looked over the wound on the young man's shoulder. Major General Troll stretched out his fingers and pressed on the bloody wound. , the pain caused Mutt to take a deep breath.
"No harm."
The major general said, and then directly wiped the blood from Mute's wound with the torn clothes.
No one saw that the aura in his dark blue eyes, like a vortex storm, slowly calmed down.
Troll took out two transparent balls that looked like yellow pearls from the leather cross-body bag hanging on the side of the black belt around his waist. The small balls were about the size of a thumb. As soon as he pressed his fingers hard, the two crystal clear balls shattered at his fingertips, and instantly turned into two slender water strips. They seemed to be alive, and one flew to Mutt to cover Mutt's wound. The other wrapped around the major general's right palm like a bandage.
Countless nano-medical robots in the water quickly plugged the wound, performing preliminary treatment for the wound to stop bleeding and disinfect.
"your hands… "
Mute's half-sentence was interrupted again.
Mir, who finally arrived in a hurry, pushed away the few subordinates who were standing still at the door with a look of dissatisfaction. When he saw Mute sitting under the steps, his face was overjoyed.
"Your Excellency Uriel! As long as you are fine—"
While yelling, he ignored Troll in front of Mutt, and wanted to go straight to Mutt.
But just as he walked down a step with his legs open, the black-haired major general who was half squatting in front of Mutt suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him.
Mir's footsteps froze, and he was actually stuck in place by that cold look.
that look...
He took a step back almost uselessly.
In the past, no matter how he provoked the young major general, the major general never resisted—he always felt that it was because Major General Troll was afraid of the family power behind him and did not dare to provoke him.
But now he suddenly understood that Troll was not afraid of him, but simply didn't bother to talk to him.
... with that terrifying look in his eyes... He couldn't describe the creepy feeling that that look gave him... But he suddenly understood, how could a guy with those kind of eyes that are hardly human be afraid of anything people.
That person didn't care about his provocation because he didn't take him seriously at all.
However, since that person has never taken him seriously, why did he suddenly show such terrible hostility towards him this time
... Could it be...
Mill stared blankly at the backs of those two people leaving.
Could it be because of that boy
...
……………
Putting on new clothes, Mutt touched his left shoulder. There was still a dull pain there, but it wouldn't hurt too much, after all, the wound there had healed.
The wound on his left shoulder looked bloody, but it was actually not serious. When the man stabbed him with a knife, he instinctively turned sideways to dodge. Suddenly, a big gash was drawn from his chest to his shoulder.
That's why the blood seemed to be spattered a lot.
Due to the perennial wars, the medical technology in the interstellar era is very advanced. Even a severed limb can be reconnected with cell culture, let alone his less serious injury.
He just opened his eyes and watched the doctor apply a mass of unknown liquid on his wound. The liquid wriggled, and then, through the transparent liquid, he saw the wound on his shoulder visible with the naked eye. Speed healed up.
Half an hour later, there was only a faint pink mark left on his shoulder, and there were only paler marks left on the small bloody cuts between his eyebrows and side cheeks.
However, the doctor told him that the wound on the shoulder was only healed on the surface, and the wound on the inside still needs time to heal, so do not do strenuous exercise on the left arm within a week to prevent the wound from cracking.
After changing his clothes, the boy came out and was stunned when he raised his eyes.
Major General Troll was sitting in the hall, a light blue light curtain suspended in front of him, and he was watching something quietly.
His right arm was resting on the soft armrest of the sofa, his right hand was hanging down, a mass of transparent liquid wrapped his whole right hand, the liquid was like a living thing, rippling gently.
Mute hesitated, but still walked over.
The closer you get, the more clearly you can see.
Major General Troll's complexion was originally fair, but at this moment, his right hand was even more pale as if translucent, and traces of light blue blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen.
Through the ball-like transparent liquid that wrapped the major general's right hand, one could clearly see the horribly deep incision in the palm of his hand—Mutt even saw a bit of pale bone color faintly revealed in the flesh and blood. .
That made his chest tighten instantly.
The scars on the bones can be seen deeply, and one can imagine how much effort this person spent grabbing the sharp blade at that time.
"Does it hurt?"
The boy couldn't help but speak.
Seeing the major general looking up and looking over with those dark blue eyes, he immediately realized what kind of stupid thing he said, and waved his hand in embarrassment.
"No..." he said flusteredly, "I meant to say... thank you."
Taking another look at the hideous and terrifying scar on the major general's right palm, Mutt couldn't help but say again.
"Actually, there was no need to do this at the time, just kick that person away."
"...will cut."
"what?"
"Your forehead."
The major general who withdrew his eyes and lowered his eyes again said, with a cold face and an understatement.
The boy's breath was stagnant.
Yes, the tip of the knife in that person's hand had pierced his forehead. Although it was very shallow, it had indeed pierced the skin. If Major General Troll kicked that person away directly, the tip of the knife would cut a large gash of unknown depth on his forehead or his face as soon as that person slipped his hand—what's more, if he was unlucky, It is possible for the tip of the knife to directly cut his eyes.
That's why the major general grabbed the blade with his hands, keeping the tip of the blade away from him before attacking that person.
Thinking of this, Mute didn't know what it was like in his heart.
"But you suffered such a serious injury..." he said in a low voice, only feeling a little bored in his heart, "It's okay to have a cut on my face, anyway, I'm not a woman, I'm not afraid of scars, a little injury is fine, I don't care. "
He had just finished speaking when a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his right arm.
The unsuspecting Mutt was dragged down by this blow and bent down towards the major general who was sitting on the sofa.
Major General Troll, who grabbed Mute's right arm and pulled him down, raised his head, his jet-black hair spread back, revealing his snow-white forehead, and his slender Danfeng eyes looked at the child's young face , with sharp arcs on the corners of the eyes.
He glanced at the mark between the young man's eyebrows and the light pink mark on his side cheek, then his gaze moved down slightly and landed on the child's eyes.
The dark and bright pupils are like the clear and clear night sky after the rain.
He looked into the child's eyes, as if he wanted to swallow those eyes in his gaze.
"I care."
He says.