mechanical court

It seems... the humans of Menes are just like outsiders.

Coupled with the extremely similar appearance of the humans on the two planets (the humans on Hyperion have a high appearance, but their lifespan of 200 years is relatively low), and the unexpected "tolerance" of the Hyperion Consortium to the Menes Empire , it seems that there may be some origins.

Those invaders regard Hyperion as a colony, and they seem to want to preach and assimilate the Menesians. They really want to kill them!But if you think about it on a deeper level, isn't this the treatment only for the same kind?

The more Ivan thought about it, the more he felt that this guess was reliable. While he was complacent, he suddenly realized an astonishing reality problem—if the Federation people and the Menesians came from the same source, it would represent an environmental problem in Heboren. Probably not a long-term problem!

With their technological level, it won't take long for those people to adapt to the environment of Hyperion.

At that time... Wang Ting will have no use value at all!

"You have to plan ahead..."

Ivan's whole body trembled, and his spirit, which had just been relaxed, suddenly tensed up.

"Personally, if I want to protect myself, I must have the power to be close to my cousin. If the Menes Empire wants to protect itself, it must learn their civilization... This is not something that can be done in a short time..."

The more he thought about it, the bigger his brain was, it almost burst. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out any feasible solution.

"Your Majesty Ivan!"

At this time, a familiar voice came from the door.

He turned his head and found that it was Yassin, the leader of the holy army who had first defected. He suppressed his messy thoughts, stood up shaking his ashes, and walked towards the other party:

"Is Mrs. Curtis taking it?"

"Yes."

He nodded, turned sideways, and made way for Ivan.

Chapter 40 Mrs Curtis

It was a starless and moonless night, and the sky was cloudy and cloudy, as if it would rain at any moment.

The door of the outer courtyard of Hades Temple was wide open, and bright lights leaked out, illuminating half of the square in front of it.Even though it was shrouded in light all the time, the undulating and cold outline of the temple in the dark still reminded people of buildings closely related to death such as cemeteries, cemeteries, and funeral parlors.

The black limousine drove straight in, and as soon as it stopped at the side of the square, there were crusader guards to greet them:

"Mrs. Curtis?"

A chubby woman pushed the door to get out of the car, raised her head and looked at the temple, her face turned pale, obviously affected by the atmosphere of the building.

She is about 40 years old, with a dignified appearance, wearing a conservative beige smock, it can be seen at a glance that she is a housewife.Holding a white woven bag in his left hand, he rubbed his skirt with his right hand before reaching out to shake hands with the crusader:

"No, I am Orm, lady's maid."

"Where's Madame?"

While the crusader was asking questions, he was also looking into the carriage.

"In the compartment."

The maid quickly withdrew her hand and replied respectfully.

Just when the guard was about to poke his head into the carriage, he suddenly realized that Ivan's footsteps were approaching behind him, so he quickly retracted his head and got out of the way.

"Mrs. Curtis?"

Ivan passed him by, stepped into the carriage, and asked softly in a voice that worried about waking the sleeper.

"..."

The woman leaning on the curtain of the carriage turned her head and looked at him with her head tilted.

She sat quietly in the carriage, quietly like a water lily, blooming in the darkness of no one.It is a beautiful lotus flower that makes you want to paint her and keep her in the memory album forever.

That's right, she is Mrs. Curtis, the mother of Ivan's world.Perhaps because of the exhaustion, the face without makeup looks very tired, and it seems that it may close its eyelids and fall into a deep sleep at any time.

"who are you?"

She hugged her legs, sat on the bench, tilted her head and looked at Ivan, with a look and posture like a curious but shy swan.Those dark eyes were full of doubts, matched with her tired face, like the Sleeping Beauty waking up in a fairy tale, staring dazedly at the person who woke her up.

"I'm Ivan, your son." He habitually whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the other party.

"Son...son..."

She lowered her head and hugged her legs tightly, like a peacock gazing at herself, her pupils shone with magnificent light, as if golden memory fragments were surging up.

"Who is my son...?"

When Mrs. Curtis raised her head again, the light in her pupils gradually went out, like petals falling in the wind.

"It's me, I'm Ivan, and you are my mother."

"I am mother..."

Ripples appeared in her empty eyes, like a storm stirring the calm sea.

"You are my son."

Immediately, Mrs. Curtis burst into a smile, and smiled softly, as if she had just realized this, she immediately let go of her legs, and stretched out her hand to caress the side of the other person's face:

"That's great, you are my son."

"Um……"

Ivan held her hand and looked at her carefully.

After the death of his cheap daddy, Mrs. Curtis suffered a mental breakdown, at first just a memory loss, and then it became more and more serious, and she forgot everything before she and her husband met.Now it's like a big rag doll, it doesn't remember anything, it doesn't know anything, it has even forgotten the existence of Ivan, and it depends on the care of its elderly parents for daily life.

Her world stays at the age of poetry and fairy tales, where there is no pain and no loneliness. To her, her son is just a noun, symbolizing a familiar boy.

"Om."

He called the maid by name.

"Yes, sir."

"Take your wife and follow me."

Ivan let go of his slightly cold hand, and exited the carriage, watching the maid coax Mrs. Curtis out of the carriage as if coaxing a little girl.

To Curtis, his son was just a familiar stranger.

For Ivan, the image of Mrs. Curtis as a mother is far inferior to that of her mother in the previous life.To some extent, compared to the role of mother, the other party is more like a medium that connects him and Blue Star, and because of this, he can't leave it alone no matter what.

If there is love, compassion, and the most important responsibility, this is the weight of Mrs. Curtis in his heart.