It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

"Professor, welcome you, and I will be in charge of receiving you today."

The baby-faced maid said, with her hands hanging down in front of her, she bowed her head deeply to salute the young man.

"Please do not hesitate to ask for any requirements. I will do my best to complete your request."

Mute blinked and blinked again, and the little maid with a baby face was very familiar.

"You were the last ..."

He remembered that this was the maid in charge of Caesar.

When Caesar rescued him on the Mia star, the maid's attitude was very arrogant. Later, when he temporarily served as the maid of the queen's daughter, the maid seemed to be upset to Caesar because he was not happy that Caesar approached himself. Nothing looks good.

Because of the respectful attitude of the maid just now, he did not respond for a moment.

He said this for a while, and the maid, who had just lifted his head, leaned down once more deeply.

"Excuse me for the offense, Professor."

She spoke cautiously, her expression uneasy. She was so ashamed to think that she had ever acted rudely to a professor.

"I'm willing to accept any punishment from you," she blushed.

"No, then no need."

Mute waved his hand quickly, he was not so careful yet.

"Thank you for your generosity and I will certainly serve you well today."

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Due to the invitation from the Queen Girl, Major General Troll returned to the Emperor Star again, this time, Mute also followed, because the Queen Girl indicated that Mute must also be accompanied. Along with the invitation of Wang Dv, there is also an invitation from the Royal Institute of Ancient Earth and Civilization on Emperor Star. The director of the Royal Academy and the only SS professor on Emperor Star issued an invitation. Please also be Professor SS Mute visited the Royal Academy for guidance.

Therefore, after arriving at the Emperor Star, the major general naturally went to see the King Daughter, and on the side of Mute, the King Girl sent a personal maid over to lead Mute to the Royal Academy on the other side of the city.

Because the royal family on the Emperor Star and the nobles of the upper class respect archaism, cities as the capital of humankind can hardly see the existence of future technology, but give people an ancient style-although this style looks a bit to Mute. nondescript.

Led by the baby-faced maid, Mute took a luxurious carriage to the Royal Academy, and Major General Troll sent him to protect his elite soldiers. Their luxury carriage is walking on a spacious road with special floor tiles. Compared with another ordinary street not far away, this wide road has no pedestrians, only a few carriages come and go, and the decoration is extremely gorgeous. Outside the carriage is a striking family crest. Obviously, only people with sufficient status are eligible to use this spacious road.

At the destination, the baby-faced little maid got out of the car. When Mute was ready to go, she saw the little maid standing at the door, respectfully raising her hand to help him get out of the car. Mute waved his hands a little bit crying and jumped. He glanced at the two horses pulling the cart, and he could see that they were a little different from the horses on the earth, taller, and there was a layer of hard scales on the horse's neck, which was obviously the result of human genetic modification.

"Professor, please go this way."

The voice of the little maid sounded beside him, and Mute looked away from the horse immediately, and followed the little maid forward.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, just thinking that the so-called instruction was similar to those of Professor Terry, so he thought about coming here to deal with it. Who knew that now he looked up and startled him.

I saw that the gate of the majestic research institute like a small palace was open, the red carpet spread all the way from the entrance, and there were two rows of people standing on both sides, looking at the ground in unison.

Mute was really surprised. This gesture of welcoming the Chieftain was not unheard of when he was with Major General Troll, but it was all about welcoming Major General and it had nothing to do with him. Now that the Royal Academy is setting up such a big battle to greet him, it really makes him linger.

He took a deep breath, thinking in his heart that he could not lose face, he couldn't lose face, led by the little maid in front and strode forward on the red carpet. Where he walked, people on both sides bowed slightly to salute. Show respect. From the beginning, young people who were about the same age as him, younger people who were older than him, middle-aged people, obviously, their order was based on the ranks of scholars.

At the end of the red carpet, which is the gate of the academy, several old men greeted him, and saw that Mute was so young without showing a surprised expression. Obviously, Mute had already known her appearance.

Everyone said a few words of shame, and the old men who also had the title of professor took him in.

"Dean Neal has been waiting for you, and he is glad you accepted our invitation."

"Thank you," Mute replied with a smile, "I'm also glad to receive your invitation."

Although his face was smiling, the young man was a little bit strange in his heart.

Although I have said that SS-level professors are highly respected, to be honest, Mute has not really felt it. After all, there are only a few people in contact with him. Major General Troll naturally does not care about such things, Robin. That guy didn't care about major general, let alone him. Even though Via changed his name to "His Excellency" to him, he didn't feel how respectful he was. And everyone else he met was intimidating and tempting to let him be cast into his own.

At the invitation of the Royal Academy, he first tried to wear the blue planet badge when he came. Not to mention the welcome here at the Academy, even in the palace, those attendants saw the badge. He would make a mistake when he was there, and then he showed much respect to him. It is said that this badge has a lot of privileges. Well, he needs to study it in the future.

Thinking about it all the way, he came to the center of the Royal Academy. It is said that their dean has been almost a madman since this time. They usually refuse to come out in the private research room every day. They do n’t even eat meals. Sometimes it was out of sight for a few days and nights, but others forced him to go to bed to rest.

The expression to the person who said this to Mute was a grin.

Probably knowing the arrival of Mute, the closed door of the research room that is often closed is open. From the outside, you can see hundreds of light curtains in that spacious hall, up and down, all over the space. Countless data and images are brushed on the light curtain, making people dazzled, and an old man with messy hair and beard messed up while talking to himself while continuously turning under different light curtains, quickly Hitting different virtual keyboards.

"Dean, His Excellency Mute is here!"

The old men who brought Mute to look at each other, smiled helplessly, one of them shouted.

As soon as this person's words were over, the old man in the hall immediately turned his head to look at him, and when he saw Mute, his eyes lightened, and he stepped out, ignoring the others, and walked inside with Mute. The other old men glanced at each other again and quickly followed.

As soon as Mute entered the hall, the huge virtual projection in the center of the hall caught the eye.

I saw nine planets slowly turning around the fiery red star. However, most of the planets looked fuzzy and did not show any specific features. Only the blue star in the middle was particularly conspicuous and clear.

The solar system.

Mute stared at the familiar galaxy stupidly.

On the one hand, Dean Neil quickly tapped on the virtual keyboard a few times, and saw that all other planets receded, while the outermost one, which was relatively clearer than the other planets, was suddenly enlarged and presented in front of everyone.

"[Pluto]."

"Do you speak Paleo-Earth?"

"Ok."

"What do you mean?"

"The name of this planet."

"[Pluto] ... Does this name have a specific meaning? Also, I have entered all the data in the paper you submitted last time. At present, only such models can be obtained, and there are still some in that paper. The explanation is relatively vague. If you can, I can explain to the old man. Well, I am not relying on my age. I just think that young people should respect the old man and satisfy the old man, otherwise I will scratch my heart every day. The lungs don't sleep well, don't eat well, isn't it good for my elderly? "

Mute hadn't answered yet, and Dean Neil, who had messy hair, crackled and said a lot, for fear of his rejection, that made Mute a little bit crying.

He thought about it, and felt that the people who looked at others' research institutes respected him so much, and said nothing.

"[Pluto] is taken from a myth and legend of ancient earth. It was indeed considered a planet in ancient records, but it was later determined that it was a dwarf planet and did not belong to the planet class ..."

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In the research institute, Mute explained in detail the paper he submitted to Tellus, the focus is naturally on Pluto, which was once considered the ninth largest planet in the solar system but was excluded from the planetary range.

Dean Neil and other professors raised objections from time to time, and it took a lot of time to discuss with each other. Unconsciously, one afternoon passed. Seeing that the old people were still discussing in a spirited manner, he didn't feel tired at all, Mute couldn't help smiling.

He ca n’t do things like sleeping and eating. In fact, he ’s too hungry, but he also sees that these old people did n’t let go of his plans at all, and just wished to take out everything in his head. . However, he has no time to accompany these elderly people, and now he is only thinking about how to ask and leave.

"Well, Dean Neil, interrupted today, it's getting late, I have to first ..."

"No no no, it's very early, very early."

"... It's almost time to rest at night."

"This way, then rest with me, Father. My bed is quite big, and we can continue to talk in bed."

Mute: "..............."

Mute is about to parry Dean Neil's enthusiasm and several other elderly people who have persuaded him to stay for a few more days. Those people also said that he had not had time to take him to visit today. He must take him to see other research results tomorrow, so that he must be more Stay for a few days.

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door.

"Dean Neil, Her Royal Highness sent a message, let me lead His Excellency Mute to the banquet."

As the dean of the Royal Academy, no matter how big it is, he can only let Mute leave in deafness.

Mute was relieved and almost fled here. As soon as I reached the door, I saw a younger brown-haired man standing on the road leading to the gate, younger than him. He looked anxiously as if waiting for something. He looked a little nervous. As soon as the boy looked up and saw Mute, his eyes lighted up immediately, and he rushed directly, frightening Mute.

"His mute!"

The young child who was rushing over was stopped by several soldiers responsible for protecting Mute, only to mute his eyes there.

"That, sir, I am not malicious! I just want to see you! I, I, I--"

The boy stammered nervously and said to him.

"I just want to talk to my idol. You are not too much older than me to have such achievements. I admire you very much. I think you are too great-that-I want to shake your hand!"

Mute: "........."

"Thank you very much! I will definitely work hard for you!"

The boy who had achieved his wish bowed with excitement and left happily.

Mute, who stayed in place, scratched his head and, to be honest, he was a little smug with admirers, although it was a little bit inexplicable. After all, he could only watch other people staring at the admiration of Major General, and now that kind of gaze fell on him, which really made people a little bit vacant.

I just got on the carriage with a little bit of pride, and after walking for a while, he suddenly found that the carriage was traveling in the wrong direction.

"Don't you go back to the palace to attend the dinner of your prince?"

He asked doubtfully.

The baby-faced maid looked down respectfully.

"No, it's a villa outside the city."

"what?!"

Is it a villa again?

Thinking of what happened there last time, Mute pressed his head.

I always don't feel like going to the place that made him unlucky.

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An hour ago, the following conversation took place in the gorgeous reception room of the daughter-in-law.

"... What do you mean?"

The black-haired major general stood by the window, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his handsome face that could almost be described with exquisiteness. The snow-like skin glowed with pale red shimmer, making people's eyes more and more inseparable.

At least the queen-girl sitting lazily on the deck chair never looked away from Major Troll's face. She looked at the face that was more beautiful than her, and was satisfied.

"That's what I mean."

She said lazily, tilting her head, with waterfall-like blond hair scattered on her bare snow-white arms, and her long, slender snow-white thighs protruding from the bifurcation of a translucent long lace skirt, and placed there diagonally.

"The Miya family wants to reconcile with you, and Beat apologizes to you with a generous 'sincerity', saying that he wants to explain the misunderstanding at that time."

"No misunderstanding."

Major Troll's voice was cold.

The beautiful woman's green eyes narrowed.

"Your power is too far behind, not a rival of the Miya family. The old guy's power is only slightly inferior to our royal family, so I suggest you settle with him."

She said it was still lazy.

"No matter what you think, I plan to give him face. As to whether you are willing to reconcile, I think you should at least meet with him before deciding."

"........."

The major general said nothing, did not look at her, and stood there expressionlessly.

"Oh, yes, I told my maid to take Mute."

Ignoring the sharp and cold eyes that Major General Taller had suddenly seen, King Salome's lips were chuckling, she got up in a very elegant posture, and went back to change clothes and prepare to go out with the young and beautiful servants around her.

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When Mute arrived at his destination, he was relieved that this is not the remote villa last time, but not far from the city. The building is not like the last time it was more natural, but it is similar to a thick small old castle. Appearance.

The sun has set the horizon, darkness has shrouded the earth, and the castle is brightly lit.

Because of his identity, the soldiers responsible for protecting Mute could not enter without permission from the King's Daughter, and had to stay outside, while the baby-faced maid took Mute to the castle.

Because of the small number of people, King Salome did not plan to hold a banquet, but only slightly arranged it in the tea room, similar to a small family banquet.

When he arrived, he found that the small banquet was empty. Only the attendants stood outside the door waiting for the call. The little maid asked for a while, and then came back and told Mute, as if it was because Major-General Troll and Bayat could not reconcile, the two broke up. And Bayat went into the room next to King Salome and talked.

Things are messy.

Mute thought so.

He pondered for a second, watching the delicious food cooked by the royal chef in front of him, and making a decision after a second.

Well, they don't eat me.

The teenager who made the decision happily sat down at the banquet and ate it unceremoniously.

Anyway, he did not understand the mischief of the Miya family and the grievances of the major general. He did not understand, and there was a major such a tall man standing on the ground.

Of course, before eating, he did not forget to ask the baby-faced maid to tell Major-General Troll in the garden outside.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of juicy fruit to quench their thirst, Mute inserted a piece of pastry that looked like a pink flower in full bloom, and planned to fill in the cooing belly first.

Just as the piece of cake was about to be stuffed in his mouth--

boom!

There seemed to be a loud noise blasting near him, which shook his hand, and the cake, which was about to be squeezed into his mouth, suddenly fell to the ground.

Mute couldn't wait to eat, and stood up anxiously, looking at the loud noise.

I saw a crack. The originally closed door was slammed open by the people inside, and a dark brown curly man rushed out of the room with a look of embarrassment.

"Damn! Stinky bitch!"

The man's face was ugly and terrible. He looked at the door with almost vicious eyes, and almost angrily issued a curse that he had never said before as a nobleman.

Mute's pupil narrowed sharply. He saw the gun clasped by the man named Bayat, and looking in through the door, he could see the King Salome lying in a pool of blood.

Not only him, but other servants who heard gunshots rushing in also saw the prince and daughter lying in a pool of blood, and they all changed their faces, rushing towards Bayat together. If they wanted to catch this, they knew they were the murderer. the man.

Banging, several gunshots sounded, and the servants who rushed towards Beat all fell into a pool of blood. Mute's score showed that Bayat's hand was not a laser gun, but a powerful blasting gun. The special bullet would explode when it hit the human body, like a small bomb. He had just seen an attendant's head blasted open, his brain and brain sprayed all over the place, and it was terrifying.

Mute flinched almost instinctively, squatting on the ground, trying to cover his body with a wide and long dining table, but he was still too slow. At the moment he squatted down, Bayat's eyes had already looked Came over and saw him hide.

Bayat sneered, raising his hand and trying to shoot it, but just raised his hand, he suddenly remembered something. This bursting gun is not the same as a laser gun. Although powerful, it has a limit on the number of bullets. At this critical moment, he couldn't waste on the useless little guy.

As I was thinking about it, several guards rushed to the side door, and Beat raised his hand again with several shots, killing all the guards. He gritted his teeth, panting hurriedly, and his polite face had been twisted at this moment.

Hearing another rapid run outside the door and the sound of footsteps from near to far, he aimed at the door again.

"Master Bayat!"

The shout of the man who ran in time made Bayat see the index finger to be snapped in the air.

This time he heard gunshots and explosions rushing in. He brought a subordinate. The scene of his bodyguard suddenly staggering as he entered the door, but looked up and matched his master's eyes. Immediately reacted. The guard also saw the only teenager who was hiding at the table among the dead bodies, but he didn't care about this little guy who was obviously not threatening, but turned around and pulled out the short blade in his boots. Killed with the guards of several king girls who had just arrived here.

Bayat just took a breath and suddenly got a cold on his back. He turned his head violently, and a figure almost so fast as to see the afterimage had rushed towards him from the open side door.

He couldn't even see the person coming, but instinctively raised the gun in his hand and fired at the person.

But the speed of the people was not as fast as human beings. The bursting bombs fired by Beat had not even touched the person's body. The person's figure flickered, and he actually avoided the shot.

Beat's pupils were dilated for a moment, and a sense of inexplicable fear like being stared at by a beast led him to shoot at that person frantically--

The bullets were shot out one by one, but they were avoided by the man. It looked like they had shot a figure, but the bullets penetrated the afterimage and hit the wall and exploded, blasting the wall behind. Got to collapse.

Almost a few seconds later, Bayat, who still wanted to continue firing, was clasped with his wrist. The next moment, a clear sound of bone fracture made him groan, his right hand was staggered into a strange angle, The gun in his hand snapped to the ground.

He finally saw the look of the man who broke his wrist as soon as he reached out, and under the dark hair, the beautiful face of his beautiful face reflected into his narrow eyes--

Troll.

The name that he hated was gushing from his heart.

And almost at the same moment, his heart suddenly moved and he yelled loudly.

"Tyman! Catch that little guy--"

After being selected and tested at various levels, the man who became the close guard of the next Miya tribe is naturally the best. In the short time just now, he has solved the queen's guards.

Bayat shouted, and he reacted immediately, rushing forward decisively, dragging the young man whom he hadn't looked at just now.

As soon as he raised his hand, the sharp blade had reached Mute's throat, which he had grasped with his arm.

The chilling blade reached the aorta, and the iron-sharpened blade could be cut off easily by simply cutting it there.

Bayat felt Troll's body a meal, and then reached out suddenly as if he wanted to hold his throat, but that meal finally made Major Troll a second late—Beat pressed his waist with his left hand. With a button, a huge field of repulsive force exploded from him, pushing Troll's entire body away from him.

Major General Troll was pushed back a few steps by the explosive repulsive force field. The action hosted by Beat failed. He stopped looking at Beat and just looked sideways at Mute's direction. .

Bayat, who had walked around at the moment of life and death, panted sharply, and the terrible murderous gas that Troll stretched his hand to his neck seemed to leave his fear of this person still remaining, After leaving the threat, this residual fear made him feel humiliated.

In particular, he has now come to this point all thanks to this **** fellow.

He stared grimly at Major General Troll, but Troll didn't seem to care about him at all, just staring at the other direction with a cold chilling look.

The breath blocked in Beat's chest almost exploded, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He glanced down at Troll's gaze, and saw his guard clasped the little fellow sharply against the boy's throat, and cutting the boy's throat with the knife took just 0.1 second-even this one The action is not as fast as a major general, and it is impossible to save the teenager across a distance of more than twenty meters in 0.1 second.

The broken right hand was still violently painful, but Beat didn't realize it, sneered, and bent down to pick up the blasting gun that had just fallen to the ground.

He raised his hand, pointed his muzzle at the opposite major, and moved his left finger with a gesture to pull the trigger.

And Troll turned to look at him, the muscles on his body were obviously tightened, and he was obviously going to avoid, but before he could move, he heard Bayat shouting.

"Tyman!"

The guard's hand received a strong command from his owner, and the sharp blade fell into the throat of the boy in his arms, and a trace of blood leaked out.

Major General Troll's figure paused, and his gaze again turned towards the young man.

At the same time, a gunshot slammed, and Mute's pupil contracted sharply by the guard, who couldn't move.

The bullet hit the shoulder of Major General Troll, who was standing still, and exploded instantly. The right shoulder was suddenly blown into flesh and blood, and almost the traces of the white bones in the flesh were almost visible.

Bayat sneered, and shot again.

This time it was blown away by Troll's left shoulder. Troll's almost combatless arms were hanging down his side, and blood continued to flow down his arm.

Bayat stared at him, full of resentment.

The left and right shoulders were blown up by the explosive bombs, and the major general did not even make a muffled hum. He didn't look at Bayat at all, only staring at Mute's direction without blinking.

He didn't seem to care about the existence of Bayat who had hurt him at all, only a figure in his eyes.

Mute looked stiff with Major General Troll just staring at himself.

The body seemed to be controlled by the invisible big hand, and his heart was cold, and the chill spread to the whole body, making his lips tremble uncontrollably.

The color of resentment and madness flashed in the bottom of Beat's eyes, and he hated the person in front of him, the gun in his hand moved down an inch.

There was a slamming again, this time, the thigh of Major Troll was exploded.

The major general shook his body, took a step back, and leaned against the half-collapsed wall behind him. Blood poured out of his thigh, and it took almost a while to pool a pool of blood on his feet.

He leaned against the wall, supporting his body, but he still did not look at Beat, who raised his gun at his head again, and his eyes only looked in one direction.

Mute stared at him dumbly, trying to shake his head at him, but his head was pinched by the people behind him, unable to move at all.

I wanted to yell, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't make a sound.

The uncontrollably trembling lips opened and closed silently.

go.

Strive to open and close the lips to make such a shape again and again.

Hurry up.

Mute's pupils already reflected the scene where Bayat raised his gun and aimed at Major General's forehead-

His dark pupil almost shrank into a pinhole.

But no matter how hard he tried to be an export type, the man still looked at him with certainty.

The man didn't seem to see the muzzle aimed at his forehead at all, just looked at him intently, and fixedly looked at the blade that hit his throat.

That man's eyes looked nothing but extreme tension-it wasn't his own plight, it was all about the tension in the teenager's throat.

The dark blue pupil looked at him, and it was extremely bright at this moment.

Mute who was so bright that she was looking at each other had a feeling of being choked by that person's eyes--

[Do you like me. 】

【Yes. 】

His mind was blank.

The air was almost frozen at this instant.

[For him, you are better than his life. 】

Time seems to be extremely slow at this moment, everything seems to be a slow slow motion.

There was a flame burning in the dark pupils.

The teenager watched Beat's fingers slowly and slowly--

【I do not have. 】

All the blood in the body is surging, like a flame burning in the whole body.

The almost still world was terribly slow at this instant, and he almost saw the traces of the orbiting bullets.

He watched the man lean against the wall in a **** manner, and those blue eyes that were extremely bright still looked stubbornly in his direction.

Do not……

He watched that the bullet was about to burst on the man's head.

His heart almost stopped beating at this moment.

He seemed to hear a voice growling in his head--

No! !! !!

I don't know if it is reality or illusion. There is a sudden sound of something broken in the blank brain--

What was the sound of being broken--

There was still a crazy smile under Bayat's eyes, he watched the bullet shot towards the **** major general's forehead, and his mouth widened.

That kind of cheerful pleasure runs through his internal organs, making him have the urge to laugh wildly.

His mouth was still grinning, and his crazy smile was still on his face—

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The slender boy was standing between him and Major General Troll.

Of course, it was also blocked between the bullets fired and Major General Troll.

The air was shaking, it was an invisible barrier that was invisible.

The bullet hit the invisible barrier in the slightly twisted layer of air and exploded.

A light blue shimmer appeared in the bursting air.

Bayat's eyes widened in disbelief.

He gave a reflective look at the place where the guard was more than twenty meters away, and he saw his subordinates stare blankly at his empty hands, looking like the child disappeared from his arm instantly Already.

Beat's heart was startled.

He turned back sharply and saw the eyes of the dark-haired boy just opposite him.

Obviously it should be a dark pupil. At this moment, the teenager's pupil was shining with a strange blue shimmer.

The twinkling blue pupils flashed a terrible thought out of Beat's mind, and he looked at the teenager's gaze for a moment with a look of fear.

This power-

This terrible ability that humans cannot have--

This kind of power that only those monster heretics have-

The memory of this terrible power in the brain and the heretics swarmed up with the blood, and Beat, dominated by inexpressible fear, furiously pulled the trigger and shot all the bullets like money.

The air in front of Mute was wavy and exploded again and again.

Light blue shimmers flashed in the air again and again as the bullets burst, and those bullets all seemed to hit the invisible barrier.

Without any technological external forces, the teenager who was teleporting by himself stood quietly staring at the bullets that were firing at him. Those bullets exploded in front of him and exploded in the air.

The dark hair floated in the air, and the strange blue light flashed in his pupil.