Gundam SEED’s Final Destination

Time flies by~

In a blink of an eye, it's CE~71.

On January 15, the battle on the Tropic of Cancer in the Pacific intensified, and ZAFT attacked the Kaohsiung Cosmos Port in the Asian Republic.

At the same time, Noel was quite comfortable in the Cruze team~

On January 20, at Heliopolis, the GAT-X series and new warships were secretly shipped.

January 21.

Noel walked into Cruzer's office...

"Are you looking for me?" Noel walked into Cruzer's office and poured himself a cup of tea in a very reserved way.

"You don't seem to be doing anything special recently?" Cruzer was not annoyed by this, or he was used to Noel's way of doing things.

"Who said that? I'm a part-time mecha repairer! There are too many things to do!" Nuoer hurriedly defended himself upon hearing this.

"Really?" Cruzer looked Noel up and down.

"Of course!" Noel replied without blinking.

Actually, Noel was really comfortable during this time.

The Cruze team has a detached status and basically only performs special tasks.

And for special missions, you must send elites~Red Clothes! That is, Aslan.

With the red clothes in front, the little green clothes of Nuoer will naturally be left alone. Just go out and hang out for a while, and fights or something will be fine.

At other times, because he has an excellent relationship with Cruzer, Aslan and others, it is difficult for others to order him to do things.

Itzhak really wanted to use Noel, but Noel chose to work part-time as a part-time mecha repairer. After all, he had been in the mecha repair class for so...for a period of time.

It's also someone with a file record!

After coming and going, Noel has inexplicably become an idle member of the Cruze team, and he should not be too comfortable when he is young.

"Really, but the salary of the mecha repairer is probably not enough to continue to pay for your medicine." As the captain, Cruzer naturally took Noel's actions in his eyes.

And other members have also told themselves more or less that Noel's existence affects the mentality of other players.

"This...I don't have MS driving." Noel's expression changed slightly, and he just hurriedly defended himself.

"Really? But you haven't played in the last few times." Cruzer continued to ask.

"Well, isn't this too much mecha maintenance?" Noel replied.

"Then your salary this month will be calculated according to the salary of the mecha maintenance." Cruzer continued.

"Don't, don't, let's count on MS." Nuoer is anxious, it doesn't matter if others lose a month's salary, if he doesn't have his salary, he will be directly cold.

Because he graduated from ZAFT Military Academy, he assumed that he was an adult and had the ability to take responsibility on his own, so now he not only has to repay the debt owed in the early stage, but also bear the cost of purchasing medicine in the future.

And the price of these two things... is a little bit high.

Because he is an MS pilot, his current salary is barely paid, and he is basically gone.

"Hehe, you should have experienced the feeling of eating myrrh in private." Although Cruze said a question sentence, the words were full of certainty.

When Noel heard the words, his expression condensed slightly. As a curious BOY, he must have experienced the feeling of wanting to live and die.

After all, money can only be saved when it cannot be earned, and Noel always felt that Cruzer was exaggerating the after-effects of the potion, and he was a little bit unconvinced.

So when he was studying at ZAFT Military Academy, he once delayed taking medicine for about half a day.

In the end... Noel finally knew what **** torture was.

First, the whole body was itchy and unbearable, even the scalp was itchy, and then the whole body was sore and numb, as if every tendon was tense.

After the two interacted for a period of time, there was severe pain and dizziness all over the body, the mind was frozen, and there was only one consciousness in the mind, that is, looking for medicine.

But this thought only occurred for half a quarter of an hour, and soon the whole body was paralyzed, unable to sense the limbs, as if the spine was interrupted, but the pain and all kinds of soreness and itching still existed.

He could only lie on the ground and whimper silently, but fortunately, after this situation lasted for about a few minutes, he could barely regain control of his limbs, and was able to grit his teeth and put the medicine that was close at hand into his mouth.

After that incident, Noel began to carry multiple potions with him to ensure that there would be no myrrh.

"I have a task here that I want to give you. As long as you can complete this task, I will give you an additional month's potion."

Cruzer laughed silently as he looked at Noel's gradually solidified expression. Sure enough, this guy has experienced it in private.

But that's fine, I'm too lazy to talk too much.

If you want to be lazy, it must be impossible!

"Give me an extra month of medicine?" Nuoer couldn't help but shrink his pupils. According to the research institute's experience and information, he can reduce the dosage of medicine as long as he takes the medicine for about a year, and he can return to normal in two years at most.

The extra month's potion is already a lot.

"Want to give it a try?" Cruze continued to ask.

"Can you tell me what the mission is?"

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Noel really can't bear that kind of torture. Cruzer's euthanasia is really not too much.

And an extra month's potion, which means this... What's the difference between getting a month's potion?

"According to the exact information, the Earth Alliance seems to be making a very nice little toy, and I need you to confirm it." Cruzer explained.

"That's it?" Nuoer was stunned. I thought it was a big deal. After a long time, it's just this?

"That's it, isn't it very simple." Cruzer laughed.

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me? Are you really just checking the information?" Noel was a little unconvinced, and it sounded too simple.

It can even be said that it is too simple.

"When did I lie to you?" Cruze asked, spreading his hands.

"Uh...good! I'll take it!"

Noel thinks about it carefully. Cruzer's credit is quite worthy of recognition. At least after getting along for so long, this guy hasn't lied to himself.

"Then you will take the shuttle directly to Orb's Heliopolis colonial satellite tomorrow, and someone will pick you up when you get there." Cruzer said and handed over a chip reading device.

"Uh-huh!?"

"Go to Orb's colonial satellite!?"

CE-711/22nd~

The vast universe often gives people a mysterious color, the endless darkness is full of diamond-like stars.

A shuttle dragged its long tail through the darkness.

"Mom, look at that, it's so beautiful~~"

"Do you like it?"

"Um!"

"Hehe~www.NovelMTL.com~ You just like it."

"I finally escaped from that terrifying place."

"I heard that Kaohsiung is about to be captured by ZAFT?"

"Isn't it, the Earth Alliance pulls its hips like that?"

"I also think it's impossible. After all, the Earth Alliance is not a vegetarian."

"However, the strength of the ZAFT army is indeed very strong, and Kaohsiung may not last long."

"It shouldn't be."

"Forget it, what are you talking about, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

"That's right, we are a neutral country, so ZAFT can't come and fight us."

"By the way, did you watch the concert that day?"

"What concert?"

"Singer Lacus, that figure, that beauty, that singing voice, tsk~ that's it!"

"Brother, if you want to talk about this, I won't be sleepy anymore!"

"..."

Inside the shuttle, countless well-dressed men and women were discussing various national events, and the first one was naturally the conflict between ZAFT and the Earth Alliance.

And if you observe carefully, you will find that when they talk about the war between the two sides, there is no difference or worry on their faces, but more of a kind of indifference.

Soon, in the chatter of the people, the shuttle machine soon arrived at the destination ~ the Heliopolis colonial satellite of the neutral country Orb.

"Da~"

Ten minutes later, outside the airport in Heliopolis.

A young man in black plain clothes with a satchel was standing on the side of the street, looking at the city with a bitter expression.

The person here is none other than Noel Cassia.