There was silence in the kitchen, Heinrich and Celia looked at each other, neither of them spoke.
The griffin looked at this and then at that, shrank away wisely and remained silent.
Heinrich took a breath for a while, and his voice turned out to be very peaceful: "Since you know everything, why do you ask? Speaking of which, I only discovered this after I returned to the Empire from Shurong Star. Bi An said that it might be The reason why your pheromones affected the quality of my marrow fluid... "
Even though Celia had been mentally prepared, when it was confirmed, her heart was still constricted, her mind was blank, and countless terrible thoughts flashed through her subconscious instantly. He didn't hear what Heinrich said again, and there was only a horrible guess in his mind that slowly emerged from the depths of his memory.
"But we have already marked each other, so you can't just say no to it... What's wrong with you?" Heinrich finally found that Celia's expression was wrong.
"... nothing." Celia waved her hand in a trance, got up and wanted to pick up the teacup and walk out - but for some reason, he stretched out and misaligned, and his slightly trembling fingers brushed past the edge of the glass.
It was just an insignificant detail. He was about to turn back to hold the teacup when he suddenly tightened his hand and was held by Heinrich: "What's wrong with you?"
"nothing."
"What are you thinking?"
"nothing!"
Heinrich's eyes were deep and ice blue, and he stared at Celia's expression without blinking, as if he hadn't let go of even the slightest change in his face. After a while, he suddenly opened his mouth softly and asked, "Younes...?"
Celia's face changed suddenly: "Are you kidding me!" She said as she broke away from her hand, turned her head and strode away.
From that day on, the marshal's face was like the frozen Siberian plain, never a single bit looser.
Heinrich's mental peak was barely able to compete with his normal value. Under normal circumstances, he naturally couldn't control the Griffin, so he was locked up mercilessly. However, according to Griffin, probably because of the face of having slept twice, Celia was much lighter. He only locked the emperor's foot under the big armchair in front of the podium and forced him to sit on the big screen all day. Look at the star map.
Looking at the star map is probably one of the most boring things in the voyage: hundreds of billions of stars are sprinkled in the depths of the universe, flashing different lights with the change of the voyage route, like fireflies flying in the night sky, or flying fireflies in the sky. The ball of light is full of mythical and beautiful colors... This kind of sight will surely fascinate civilians who have never traveled in space, but it is a hundred years old for Heinrich who has lived like this for two hundred years. For those who have been fighting for eighty years, the star map is basically equivalent to a tactical sand table. If you look at the star map for seven or eight days, you will be so dizzy that you will even spit out the overnight meal.
On the tenth day, he grabbed Celia's hand, rolled his eyes and begged: "Honey, punish me to do physical work, sweep the floor, make the bed, wash clothes, etc. Don't let me see this shit again..."
Thinking of Alpha's perverted physical strength, Celia suddenly became angry from the heart, so she readily agreed. That day Heinrich wiped the entire deck of the battleship, and he really didn't have the energy to do mischief at night. He fell into a chair like a panting bull, looking at the mirror-like floor under his feet, and said fiercely: " Dare to let the emperor wipe the ground! This battleship is not allowed to be used again! Let Aaron lock the museum next time!"
Celia asked coldly, "Want to see the star map?"
Heinrich: "...just wipe the floor."
Unexpectedly, Celia changed her tactics the next day, instead of mopping the floor, she changed the laundry. There are countless military uniforms stored in the warehouse in the living area of the battleship. Heinrich buried his head in the wash all day, and the corridors are covered with hundreds of dripping shirts, which look like black spirit banners from a distance.
Celia stood on the steps admiring this spectacular scene, her face was expressionless but her heart was dark, and she was about to make fun of a few words, when Heinrich suddenly raised his head from the washtub: "Honey! Send your panties to be washed too! I can rub them for you!"
This roar was so passionate that the marshal immediately turned around and left, his face darkened by half.
Facts have proved that physical work really exercises people, and within a few days the emperor was trained to be a master of housework. Celia even taught him how to mend clothes: first use a chemical solvent to melt a needle from a metal block, then pull out thread from the fabric, remove fur, fabric and other things as patches, very skillfully meet various All kinds of holes—most of the holes were torn violently by Celia.
The emperor had already been resigned to his fate after several days of housework training. He looked numbly at Celia quickly patching the fur onto an old cloak, and asked for a long while, "Is the alliance that poor?"
Celia was taken aback when she heard the words, and then recalled all the things she had seen and heard on Venus Mercury in the past few days, and said honestly, "I'm not very optimistic."
"... Then the council won't train officers to sew their own clothes?! Who taught you this?"
Celia concentrating on recalling for a moment, seemed to think of something, shook her head and sighed.
He looked obviously a little hesitant, Heinrich hesitated again and again, and coughed tentatively: "Is it your master? I have heard of Walton, the sage of the desert, in a trance before. I have practiced in China for many years—"
Heinrich paused, and secretly glanced at his face: "Is the condition very difficult...?"
In fact, there is no such paragraph in Celia's official resume about the desert traveler Walton. It wasn't until he became the commander of the alliance that unofficial histories revealed this unknown experience one after another.
Walton was just an unknown desert traveler before his death. No authoritative organization or guild canonized him, but people would not allow the teacher of the Alliance Commander to be just an ordinary old man. After his existence was disclosed, several desert guilds in distant galaxies issued a statement to canonize Walton, and expressed their willingness to build a gorgeous and magnificent tombstone for him. Celia was noncommittal about the canonization, but resolutely declined. About the monument: "My teacher is just an ordinary person. Like countless travelers passed down from generation to generation, he has rested in the depths of the desert. There is no need for more commemorations. I would like to thank you for your kindness on his behalf."
—Of course, these words are only superficially humble, but the actual meaning is: "I didn't do anything during my lifetime, so don't pretend to be fake after my death. Do you really think I will accept your favor!"
I don't know whether the Desert Guild understands it or not. In short, the erection of the monument is nothing to say, but Walton's title of "Saint of the Desert" has been spread since then, and it has become a recognized fact.
It stands to reason that based on the hostile relationship between the empire and the alliance, as well as Heinrich's status as emperor, the title of "Holy One" is really disrespectful. But he said this sincerely without any reluctance, Celia couldn't help but glanced at him, "Have you heard of it?"
"Consettrin once said..."
"She doesn't know very well either."
Heinrich keenly noticed that Celia didn't seem to want to mention Edna, he was silent for a moment, and then suddenly changed his tone: "-Actually, I don't remember much, but hundreds of years ago, the conditions of distant galaxies were very poor , Many planets are deserts, and they rely on mining and hunting sand bats to exchange water and salt with interstellar caravans. Sometimes the children of local residents get sick and have no medicine, so they can only ask travelers to go to the desert Looking for the rejuvenation grass in the depths, the chance of healing is only 30% to 40% out of ten."
"Revival Grass?"
"It's just herbal medicine. The local people call it the rejuvenation grass that can cure diseases."
It was the first time Heinrich heard that eating grass could cure diseases, so he couldn't help being a little surprised: "Why hasn't the empire heard of such a thing?"
"There must be an empire, no one knows about it." Celia smiled slightly, and said: "Herbology is very ancient knowledge, and it is only passed on by travelers in a few places in the distant galaxy. It's hard to verify... In fact, even if you learn it, it's useless. Now that the technology in the medical cabin is advanced, why bother to drink that bitter juice?"
While speaking, he put the cloak on the armrest, got up and poured a cup of mint tea. Heinrich stared closely at his tall and thin back, and asked softly after a long time, "How did he die?"
Celia made a move.
"Since he can teach you, he must not be bad at martial arts, how can he be good..."
Celia held the teacup, turned her back to him, and didn't speak for a long time. Just when Heinrich was silent because of him, he suddenly turned sideways and said indifferently: "Younes brought the Dark Star Warrior...to kill him."
Heinrich swallowed, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.
He thought of those fragments in Celia's memory: the howling wind and sand, the blood soaring into the sky, the falling heads and black gold spears, and the desperate and fierce fight to the death. Those bloody scenes may be one of the most painful experiences in Celia's life. Before his memory has fully recovered, they are already very secretive and completely shared by himself.
"So you've always hated Yunes, haven't you?" Heinrich asked in a low voice.
"I hate myself too." Celia said calmly, closing her eyes.
·
The conversation was never mentioned again, and disappeared without a trace as if it had never happened.
But Heinrich knew he would never forget, as he would always remember every detail of this journey; it was the first time he and Alliance Master Gavin Celia, in a non-hostile situation, as equals identity, spent more than 20 days together day and night.
They are still rivals, but also like old friends, like friends, and even a bit like a secret and unknown couple.
On the twenty-fourth day of the interstellar voyage, the battleship made the last leap, preparing to arrive at the first stop in the extragalactic galaxy—the Nether Sky Star.
Although space technology is well established, large leaps across the Milky Way are still somewhat dangerous and can be quite taxing on the human body. Both Celia and Heinrich were sitting in front of the podium. Both of them were covered with toughened transparent protective covers, and seat belts were firmly tied inside. The blood-red words on the screen showed: "It is still time before the official jump." There are ten seconds... nine seconds... eight seconds... seven seconds..."
"Selia!" Suddenly Heinrich began to struggle, and the voice from the communicator was extremely excited: "There is something I must tell you! If I die, you must know that I have always loved you! I It’s not because of spiritual power that I’m talking to you—”
"Six seconds, five seconds..."
"I treated you years ago when they thought you were an Alpha! Listen up! I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't—"
"Four seconds, three seconds..."
"I have been very happy and satisfied in the past 20 days! So if something happens, we will die for love! We will die for love—"
"Two seconds, one second..."
"But I won't regret it because I'm with you—"
"Shut up!" Celia finally couldn't bear it anymore: "During the war, the army jumped seven or eight times a day. Do you want to write a book with your last words?!"
With a buzzing sound, time and space docked, and the warship arrived at the wormhole from the curved passage, and the surroundings were immediately distorted infinitely.
At that moment, due to electromagnetic disturbance and time reversal, the silhouettes of the two were infinitely elongated; then, as if a whole century had passed in a few seconds, the warship emerged out of thin air from the transition exit at the other end of the vast universe, and everything inside the ship was distorted. They all "popped!" and suddenly returned to their original state.
Garbled characters flew across the screen like snowflakes, and blood red characters flashed out again, and the system mechanically said: "The transition is complete, and it is close to the atmosphere of Youkong Star!"
"The target will arrive in twenty minutes, please prepare for landing!"
Gravity snapped back, and both fell back into their seats at the same time. Heinrich rubbed his bruised waist and asked loudly, "Are you all right, Celia?"
"..." In another protective shield not far away, Celia's face was a little strange: "...it's okay."
He put one hand on the edge of the seat, his nails dug deep into his palm, barely suppressing the turbulent passion deep inside his body through the severe pain.
The feeling came too suddenly, it surged up at the moment of the jump, numbness and soreness crawled through the whole body from the nerve center, and it was almost too late to suppress—the weightlessness in just a few seconds after the jump exacerbated this terrible emptiness, He could even feel that a certain extremely secret tunnel in his body began to shrink, quietly loosening its normally closed port in the dizziness.
He is no stranger to this feeling, he experienced it not long ago—
It is the estrus period.
This is a purely natural estrus period that is not forced by drugs. The early passion will last for one to two days, and during this period, it will emit an increasingly intense sweet fragrance like a gradually ripening fruit; if you do not inject inhibitors within these two days, reproductive The Tao will soon be wet and open, and enter the official estrus, and the possibility of conception after knotting is close to 100%.
Celia's expression cracked slightly.
It's not long since he was marked last time, and under normal circumstances, the estrus period should be half a year later, but he didn't expect it to come now.
—But at this critical juncture, where would he go to find inhibitors? !