Colonial Suit

“The final battle, finally… I've been waiting…”

In the garden, the Speaker also looked at the figure flying out of the giant ring and said softly.

His figure was very thin, but in Sal Jones's eyes, this thin figure seemed so heavy. It was as if he was standing in front of the window, working day after day, accumulating, and planning, all waiting for this day.

The Montberto family, waiting for this day.

The atmosphere was a little depressing. Sal Jones didn't know what to say, and couldn't say anything. This was an old man, the persistence of a family, from the moment they became guardians. Countless men died in the war, generations of dedication, not for the glory on the family crest, but for the mission.

To guard this place, to guard this civilization.

The wind rose, rustling the leaves, and also lifting the Speaker's white hair. The old man raised his hand, meticulously tidying his hair, and then took out a box from the side. His movements were very slow and meticulous, as solemn as if he were holding the entrustment of his family's ancestors. The mottled traces on the box were also like the passage of time.

In front of Sal Jones, the Speaker placed the box on the table and opened it… Inside was a set of old but clean combat suit.

The combat suit was no longer complete. The left shoulder armor was completely missing, and the right shoulder armor and chest armor were also covered with cracks. In the gaps of these cracks, Sal Jones saw dark brown traces, the color of blood. Obviously, the owner of this combat suit had experienced countless battles and had won countless times. It was just a set of armor, but sometimes it also represented the will of a warrior, or perhaps… the will of a family…

The Speaker raised his hand and unbuttoned his robe. In front of Sal Jones, he took off his dignified Speaker's robe, and then put on this combat suit little by little. When the last buckle was fastened, the combat suit snapped shut, and the internal power was running. The pressure relief port spewed out a long white mist.

After doing all this, the Speaker raised his head and smiled slightly at Sal Jones. “I'll leave this place to you.”

“Your Excellency…” Sal Jones choked a little. He knew what the Speaker was going to do, but he didn't know if he could come back.

“Don't worry about me, do your own thing.” The Speaker smiled, without any tension before leaving. “I'm still young… I can't bear to die until I see the moment of human success.”

Saying that, he raised his hand and patted Sal Jones's shoulder, then turned and walked out the door.

“Do a good job. Don't let me down.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.” Sal Jones straightened his chest and finally agreed.

This voice was no different from his previous obedience to orders, but it was completely different. Because with this voice, Sal Jones suddenly felt his body become heavy, as if something was pressing on him. He knew what it was, and was willing, and willing to give everything to accept it.

That was responsibility.

…………………………

Eden was very large. It could be said that it was a planet.

The Speaker was walking on the main road of the city. Next to him were dense buildings. Because this was a military zone, there were not many people, and there were many people wearing combat suits. The Speaker was not conspicuous here at all. The only thing that made him seem a little special was that his combat suit was too old and too damaged.

Some pedestrians whispered to each other, and some warriors stopped and gave him respectful gazes. They saw many things from the Speaker's combat suit and knew how to express their respect.

The Speaker smiled and nodded in response.

He liked these young people and could see vigor, hope, and vitality from them, as well as everything related to life. They were the future of mankind and the epitome of mankind.

And he represented the past of mankind.

Not far away, a store closed. The automatic gate slowly closed, and an old man walked out of the side door. He was about the same age as the Speaker, but his body was very strong. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts, and carrying a box under his left arm.

He followed the Speaker without saying a word…

Further away, a couple was shopping. The girl noticed the Speaker's figure and was slightly stunned. Then she held the boy's face and kissed him hard. The next moment, she left the boy and walked towards the Speaker.

A thin man…

A child…

A cripple…

Gradually, more and more people began to follow the Speaker, of all kinds. The Speaker seemed not to feel it. No one spoke, as if these people were not familiar, or as if they were so familiar that they could not be more familiar. They silently followed the Speaker all the way to the entrance of a bar.

The bar was small and broken. Loud country music was playing inside.

The Speaker stopped at the entrance of the bar and did not go in. He just silently looked at the inside of the bar, as if he could see the figure on the bar through the old wooden door. The figure that had been wiping the glass forever, day after day for thousands of years.

He didn't know how long it had been before he suddenly said, “I'm leaving.”

There was no answer. The figure was still wiping the glass, maybe he didn't hear the Speaker's voice, maybe he didn't care. The Speaker didn't repeat it. After smiling slightly, he turned to look at the followers behind him.

“I'm going to have to trouble you again, old fellows.”

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“This is the work of the Montberto squad.” The bare-chested old man replied, glancing at the surrounding companions. “We're all rusting from idleness.”

“The days of flirting with handsome guys are so boring.” The girl replied.

“Can I kill enough this time?” The thin man pushed his glasses.

“If we win, I want a thousand Boka slaves.” The child sniffed.

“…………” The cripple remained indifferent.

The Speaker smiled, laughed, and then pointed his finger. The dome simulating the sky above suddenly cracked open. He took everyone in. A few minutes later, the Speaker arrived in the starry sky outside Eden. Three groups of people were already waiting for him here. One was led by a beautiful woman, and the other was Muse.

Seeing the Speaker appear, both of them curled their lips.

“You're late.” The woman said, with a hint of mockery on her face. “If mercenaries are as fast as you, I advise you to hand over the leadership to us space pirates.”

“Hey, old man, don't listen to her nonsense, keep the good stuff for yourself.” Muse said sloppily from the side. “Besides, with you two as role models, space pirates and mercenaries are not separate families anyway…”

“That's right.” Muse blinked again. “I forgot to compliment you, your combat suit fits well.”

“Are you trying to say that I haven't done anything for a long time?” The Speaker smiled dumbly. After shaking his head slightly, he looked at the woman. His eyes rarely revealed a trace of tenderness. “Thank you for your hard work. You've been acting with me for so long.”

“Maybe it's not acting. Who knows?” The woman blinked and smiled at the Speaker.

Then, the Speaker turned his attention to the third group of people waiting for him.

“I'm counting on you.” The Speaker said solemnly to Blood瞳.

“This is a deal.” Blood瞳 replied.

ps: Xiao Dao has had a cold and fever since yesterday, and is very dizzy. This section was written with a low fever... so uncomfortable.