Reborn in StarCraft, God sent me a husband

Mejia didn't leave the port until the spaceship disappeared. After leaving, he took a deep breath and got on the flying car with a heavy heart.

Back at the Duke's Mansion, the Marquis and his wife sat on the sofa with expressionless faces, one on the left and the other on the right, far apart.

Based on Moga's decades of experience, they were not quarreling, but they encountered something that made them angry and were afraid of bringing harm to the other party, so they sat farther away.

"Dad, Mom..."

He greeted with a silly smile, and approached the sofa cautiously. When his butt was only ten centimeters away from the sofa, Mrs. Mo finally spoke.

"Stand!"

Mejia had no choice but to stand up straight.

"You are so capable that you even dare to covet the princess." Madam Mo said sarcastically, "Forget about the princess, but she is a princess from another country. You are really rebelling."

The man said nothing, just lowered his head and listened obediently.

Mrs. Mo had a big tantrum, and it could be summed up in one sentence: she didn't agree!

"Mom, I'm serious. I want to marry her."

An apple hit him.

"Getting married, I think you're dizzy!"

Madam Mo stood up immediately.

"If you were ordinary, I would think you were marrying up if you wanted to marry into my family. But you have finally achieved your current success, and now you are going to ask for a title. Even if she is willing to marry into our family, what about you? Your favorite career will be affected, or even stop here. Even if you become more powerful in the future and do a good job of keeping secrets, the best projects in the empire will exclude you, but you clearly have the opportunity to get in touch with them..."

Mega understood what she said, but he still didn't want to give up.

"She is a princess of a country who is willing to leave her hometown and marry me. This is equivalent to giving up all her privileges. In fact, her sacrifice is greater, and it doesn't matter if I give a little..."

"Asshole, what are you talking about?"

Before he could finish, Marquis Mo glared at him fiercely.

He was well aware of how talented his son was in the research of military weapons. He even thought that his achievements could surpass Mo Cheng's. He did not support this marriage.

It's not just because of family honor, but also because he doesn't want Moga to regret it.

When we are young, we are impulsive and think we can give up everything for love, but within a few years we will despise our former naive self.

"Do you think you can just give up your career? His Majesty has seen your talent. If you can't use it for him, will he suspect that you are helping Tessa?"

Moga naturally thought of this as well.

"Mom and Dad, I didn't say I was going to give up my career."

As he said this, he stood straight with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

"I will still work for the Empire and love my motherland. I know that if I marry her, I will lose many opportunities. However, a strong weapons designer does not need others to give him opportunities, but to create opportunities for himself. If my design is perfect enough, it means that the Empire needs me, not that I need the Empire."

"!!"

This statement was somewhat disrespectful, and the couple immediately fell silent.

If this sentence came from the mouth of Mo Feng from the main family, they would still find it absurd, but Mo Jia...

He is very young now and has talents far beyond ordinary people.

When he and Chu Shen teamed up to design the mecha for the joint military exercise, the amazing coordinated operations and building block-like combinations were all Chu Shen's idea, but that was just a demonstration. Later, the combat performance that was used on the battlefield was actually made by Moga.

"Then wait until you have the ability to do so!"

Marquis Mo knew that he couldn't stop him today, so he simply told him frankly:

"It doesn't matter whether your mother and I are against it or not. If you still want your job and future, His Majesty's opinion is the key. If you can get His Majesty's consent, we will have no objection. But if His Majesty disagrees, for your safety, we will do everything we can to stop you."

……

The dinner was tasteless, and the man left the Marquis's Mansion without staying long and returned to his house near the company.

After washing up, he lay on the bed and relaxed for a while, but he couldn't calm down.

He wants to be with Ou Huang, and the process is more difficult than he imagined.

The harsh words have been spoken, but it is still unknown whether he can reach the level where the empire cannot do without him, or how long it will take to accomplish it.

He stood up and took out an offline optical computer and a large notebook from the safe, which recorded his design inspirations and summarized experiences.

There is no result in complaining about oneself, he must strive for that goal, even if the process is difficult.

Many of these inspirations and designs were recorded when he was in school. Looking back now, most of them are childish and impractical, but they also have their merits. After working, inspiration is easily constrained and is far less unrestrained than it was back then.

After looking for a while, he still had no idea in his mind, so he stood up and took out a space button from his changed clothes, and then took out a yellowed notebook from it.

This notebook was half the size of his own and was made of precious wood pulp paper, while his notebook was made of a synthetic material that was fireproof and waterproof.

When he held the notebook, he felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and his mind couldn't help but emerge with what happened before he left the Marquis's Mansion.

At that time, his father called him to the study, sighed, and thought for a long time before taking out the notebook from the safe that was like a nesting doll.

"This is Master Mo Cheng's notebook. I have studied it all my life, but I have not understood even 20% of it. Now I give it to you. I hope you will study it carefully. If you can reach that level, let alone marrying Tessa's little princess, no one will dare to object even if you want to marry the princess of the Kenster Empire."

Mo Jia was shocked. Is this Master Mo Cheng's handwriting? How could it be in his father's hands? Shouldn't it be in Mo Feng's family?

After all, their family and Mo Cheng are only cousins, and Mo Feng is the direct descendant.

"Dad, how come you have the master's notebook?"

Marquis Mo failed to control his expression and showed a hint of embarrassment: "Don't ask so many questions, kid!"

Oh……

Mojia hummed in his heart, seeming to understand.

He remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather and father often had conflicts with his direct relatives. At that time, Mo Feng's father seemed to often say that their family had taken something and asked them to hand it over.

It seems that this is it.

He was a little amused: "Could it be that grandpa stole it?"

The answer he got was a fierce kick from Marquis Mo.

"What are you stealing? Are those direct descendants a bunch of rubbish worthy of it?" But he did use some tricks.

It was because Moga’s grandfather was always bullied and excluded by them at that time.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm not sorry."

He treasured the notebook and saw that the paper had turned yellow. He decided to take good care of it when he got home so that he could pass it on to future generations.

"That's all I can do for you. It's up to you to decide how far you can go."

He understood: "Thank you, Dad!"

Marquis Mo nodded arrogantly, then waved his hand to send him away.

……

Moga stroked the cover of the notebook, which felt rough from years of use. He opened the cover with a pilgrimage-like mood, and all kinds of data and drawings popped into his mind.