The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 83
Crystal Palace, in the villa!
Wang Chen sat on the sofa, and there was a large glass of white wine on the table.

Sitting on his left is the man who sent the little madman to Minghai City.

It's just that his expression is a little restrained now, and it can even be described as uneasy.

Wang Chen took a sip of wine lightly, looked at the little lunatic lying on the sofa, then smiled and said to the man: "Why, are you going to tell me now?"

Hearing this, the man froze suddenly, and said with embarrassment on his face: "Actually, I planned to tell you when I sent the little mad soldier over, but later the higher-ups changed the message to be delivered, so I told you now .”

"Let's talk about it, so you can go back and explain."

Wang Chen waved his hand, leaned on the sofa, exuding a lazy and arrogant temperament all over his body, just like a nobleman.

The man nodded and said, "The people above said that what you need to do now is very simple, that is, to form a three-legged situation in Minghai City within a month. Once you complete it, your mission will be considered complete."

"It's that simple?"

The corner of Wang Chen's mouth curled up, looking at him with a playful smile in his eyes.

The man was terrified by Wang Chen's stare, he shuddered, nodded and said: "Sure."

"Then tell me, since it's such a simple matter, why do you want me to protect Luo Lengyue? Is it because I'm worthless?"

Wang Chen took a deep look at the man, stared at the chandelier above his head and asked.

Hearing this, the man showed a slight smile on his face and said: "Old man... the old man said that the time has come for your master to sign a contract with him, and you will be discharged from the army in a short time. This is to let you integrate into this society." Society, let you have an extra layer of contacts, of course, there may be other deep meanings, which I don't know."

After the man finished speaking, his expression became heavy. He never thought that this one would be discharged from the army.

Because after he retired from the army, no one was in charge of that city, and accidents were easy to happen.

Maybe the Dragon King can, but the Dragon King won't go to that place, maybe a few other people can too, but they all have their own responsibilities.

Moreover, it was too early for this one to retire.

"Retired?"

Wang Chen's hand that just picked up the wine glass paused slightly, and his expression became a little dazed.

He took a sip, drank the white wine in the glass, and murmured: "Old man, I never thought of retiring from the army."

Scene after scene flashed in my mind, Wang Chen's fists were clenched tightly.

Although he now understands that being in the team is an experience and a test, but when he really heard the results, he still couldn't accept it.

But can you change yourself?no.

Because the old man has always been arbitrary in doing things, since he said that he should retire, then he should really retire, even if he licked his face and moved forward, the other old guy would not want him.

Because, my old man has a rule with that old guy, even if he wants to keep himself, he will not and dare not keep himself.

"You go, I already know."

Waving his hands, Wang Chen said to the man calmly.

The man stood up, put his legs together, and straightened his body. He raised his hand and gave Wang Chen a military salute, then turned around and walked outside the villa.

Wang Chen looked at his back, suddenly smiled, and shouted at him: "To be honest, I really can't bear it, even though I've been alone in it, I still can't bear it."

The body of the man who had already reached the door trembled twice, he continued to walk forward, and said to Wang Chen without looking back: "He asked me to tell you something, the dragon will eventually fly to the sky , Retiring from the army may be the best respect for you. Minghai City is the last experience for you to enter this society and the last step for your transformation. Those old guys have resisted, and it's time for you to relax."

When Wang Chen heard these words, he couldn't help laughing, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

He knew that if he hadn't said that sentence just now, he would not have heard these words at all.

He stopped the man, and when the man turned around with a puzzled expression on his face, Wang Chen slowly bent down and groped his trouser legs with both hands.

After a while, a transparent case was removed, and the dagger was contained inside.

Wang Chen stood up, picked up the dagger and walked to the man step by step, and said solemnly and sincerely: "Tell the old guy, find a good owner for this dagger. If you can finish it from me, tell him to do as he and my old man agreed, and don't take my feelings into consideration."

The man became a little panicked at this moment, he looked at the dagger, he didn't pick it up, and he didn't pick it up.

He knew what this dagger represented.

This is not only a dagger, but also represents Wang Chen's glory.

If he picked it up, it meant that Wang Chen didn't want his glory, which made it difficult for him to make a choice.

As a soldier, he admired Wang Chen's move, because he didn't want this honor, but gave it to the entire Dragon Kingdom.

As an ordinary person, he also feels admiration and even shock. It takes a firm heart to dare to give up such a great honor.

"It's not for you, it's just for you to pass it on."

Seeing that he was still unwilling to answer, Wang Chen immediately said in an impatient tone.

The man shook his head, nodded fiercely, stretched out his hands to take the dagger, and said to Wang Chen in a reassuring tone: "Don't worry, they will definitely find an owner like you for this dagger. "

When Wang Chen saw the man took the dagger, there was relief in his eyes, and there was also this subtle reluctance.

He took a deep breath, waved his hand to the man and said, "Let's go, by the way, tell the old guy to go to that city and help me get the knife from that pond."

The man's face turned pale, his lips squirmed but there was no sound, he turned around and staggered away.

He knew that knife. If this dagger represented his glory, then that knife represented his killing.

Sure enough, as that person said, no matter how much this person conceals his brilliance, he still cannot conceal the aloofness and...

Wang Chen closed the door with his backhand, and sat down on the sofa again.

There was melancholy, trance, helplessness and apprehension on his face.

Soon, he restrained the expression on his face, poured a glass of white wine into the glass, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

With a ruddy face, he murmured, "Can I leave it alone after I'm discharged from the army? No, because I have a brand in my bones, because there are still many things that need to be..."

Without finishing talking, Wang Chen suddenly fell asleep on the sofa, leaving only the staring little mad soldier awake.

(End of this chapter)