The whole empire is urging me to marry again [Interstellar]

My name is Ilo Griffiner Labsky Krizpi von Hilde. My full name is too long to remember myself. You can just call me Ilo.

There is a conspicuous handsome guy in a row of photos in the mourning hall. That is my legal spouse, my husband in name.

But in fact... this buddy went to the battlefield as soon as he got married and disappeared forever, and there is no chance for me to experience the negative distance husband and wife life.

Since those with "Feng" in their names are all nobles, as shown by the penultimate word of their surnames, I can barely be considered a nobleman, so at this collective memorial service, this buddy can be regarded as my honor, "posthumous photo" The ones placed quite close to the middle stand out among a row of old men with more than a dozen medals hanging from their shoulders.

Of course, standing with a group of old men, old ladies, and widows with gray temples, I looked a bit out of place.

"My condolences, Mr. Hilde." A serious-looking young soldier walked up to me and sat down, and said in a deep voice, "Dornot is a good soldier. Losing him is a great loss to the empire."

I lowered my head slightly, showing off my acting skills, and when I looked up again, my eye sockets were already flushed, and my expression was justly sad: "Thank you for your comfort, sir..."

"I am..." The man reported his name in due time, because it was too long and I didn't bother to remember it, so let's call him Mr. Serious for the time being.

Mr. Serious and I chatted awkwardly for 5 minutes, most of the time both sides were silent, occasionally he raised a topic, and I responded casually, and then he couldn't pick up the stalk, so he had to continue to remain silent.

The atmosphere of the two is even colder than the row of black and white photos in front of them.

Fortunately, after 5 minutes passed, he seemed to feel that we had a preliminary understanding of each other and started to get down to business.

"Although it seems a bit inappropriate to say this kind of thing here...but," Mr. Serious frowned slightly, looked at me a little embarrassedly and said, "I heard that there will be a performance of your play at the state banquet three days later. Before I forgot to mention, I am actually a loyal fan of your movie, no matter what movie you act in, I like to watch it. So... three days later..."

I kind of want to hold my forehead.

My job is to be an actor (player). Not bad, and there will indeed be my show at the state banquet three days later.

But, this state banquet is a banquet hosted by the local Aoya Empire as the defeated country to host the Interstellar Federation of the victorious country who came to negotiate.

As a "poor" widower whose husband died at the recent Battle of Sagene, it was certainly not a pleasant experience for me to be on stage three days later.Apparently Mr. Serious realized this too, so he couldn't continue after saying "so".

...I really don't know how to chat.

However, he is not the only one who can't chat. There are Mr. Melancholy and Mr. Innocence ahead of him, and the chat routines are basically the same as Mr. Serious.

To be honest, I am quite self-aware. I am not a well-known big star, at best I am a third-tier junior. Only by virtue of my family background can I show my face at large parties, and there are not many works that I can produce.

Usually when I walk on the road, no one may recognize me.

In such a serious and sad memorial service, so many movie fans popped up like mushrooms all of a sudden, not to mention me, any audience with an online IQ knows that there must be something wrong, okay?

Here, I have to share with you an unwritten tradition of the Oya Empire.

In order to appease the families of the fallen soldiers, our empire has a very wonderful subsidy clause - in addition to the martyr's consolation money, if any single soldier forms a family with the martyr's widow, then the family can also receive double the consolation money, And that soldier can unconditionally add half a star on the shoulder patch.

That is to say, the military rank is raised by half a rank.

Don't underestimate this half-level. If you are a first-class soldier, you will not be promoted to a non-commissioned officer. If you add half a level, you will become a warrant officer, and your chances of promotion will be quite high.

Money is still a small matter, the key is promotion.

Even if there is no suitable position in the military department for a while, at least he is on the white list and can leave a "good" impression on the superiors.

As for why I put quotation marks on the word "good", it must be because after the introduction of this wonderful policy, there are too many people with ulterior motives. It was once rumored that a guy in his 20s found a 120-year-old widow , is that a human being?

So the empire immediately introduced relevant supervision measures to ensure that the two parties married voluntarily and not for the purpose of defrauding welfare.

Today, most people who start families with the families of martyrs have only three words left in the impression of others: ambitious.

Of course, Mr. Serious is also an ambitious person, but his homework is obviously not as good as the two buddies in front of him, and he is not professional enough to flirt, and it all turned into an awkward chat in the end.

After talking about his purpose, Mr. Serious seemed to be relieved, and he was no longer so restrained. He nodded politely to me and got up to leave.

I figured in my heart that the memorial service was almost over, and it would not be too abrupt to leave at this time, so I also got up and left.

When I walked to the gate of the mourning hall, I looked back again. The facial features of the handsome guy in the black and white photo on the stage were a little blurred, but the eyes were still deep, just like when I first saw him, as if there were many Lots of stories.

I slightly curled the corners of my mouth and whistled in my heart.

I don't know what the handsome guy will look like when he finds out that there are so many people who want to poach him.

Maybe deadpan?

I have to be honest, even if it is the widow of the handsome guy, I have never understood him, please forgive my lack of imagination!

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Three days after the memorial service, representatives of the Interstellar Federation officially landed on the capital planet of the Empire.

The delegation was headed by Brigadier General Chero of the First Army of the Federal Army. There were 50 people in the delegation, and there were also [-] prisoners of war.

The sincerity of the Federation is very high. These prisoners of war can be returned to the empire unconditionally. They even express their regret to the leader of the empire who died in this battle, and will not hold him accountable for instigating the war.

The empire is overjoyed by the generosity of its friends and neighbors. With the strength of the empire, a protracted war is not good for us. It's great not to pursue it. If we don't pursue it, we can say anything!

So the representatives of the Federation put forward their only condition, which was to resume the commercial exchanges between the two countries.

The fierce war a hundred years ago caused the two countries to sever diplomatic relations. Naturally, business cannot communicate with each other. The trade of goods between the two sides can only be done through the black market and star thieves. The head of the Federation with a prosperous business has long been staring at the huge profits earned by these black markets and star thieves. After a long time, there is finally a legitimate reason to resume commercial exchanges.

Naturally, the empire has no objection. After more than 100 years, no matter how deep the hatred is, it has faded a lot, let alone neighbors, and it is not good to have too much trouble.

Therefore, the empire attaches great importance to the state banquet, no matter whether it is the program or the dishes, there must be no omissions.

I also had to join the intense rehearsal, but compared to other people, the Propaganda Department treated me fairly well, after all... size can be considered a nobleman.

On the night of the state banquet, my play was successfully performed.

In fact, I also know that at this kind of banquet, there are very few people who are in the mood to watch the show, and most people will take the opportunity to reach some kind of agreement in private to win over certain characters. occasion.

Fortunately, my show was relatively high. After the show, I changed into expensive clothes and became one of the guests.

Picking up a glass of rum from the waiter's tray, I glanced at all the people present, including General Chelo, and saw Mr. Melancholy, Mr. Innocence, and Mr. Seriously. Mr. Seriously noticed my Sight, still a little hesitant to come over and say hello to me.

I raised my glass and nodded to him, telling him to focus on the conversation around him and not me.

He struggled to force a smile, trying to show a softer side to me.He is still handsome when he is not smiling, but when he smiles, he is a bit unreadable.

I raised my head and drank the liquid in the glass, my eyes locked on the person I was talking to Mr. Serious.

Judging from the clothing, he was a federal major, and his status was not low.

When Mr. Seriously was talking to him, he seemed a little absent-minded, and the two of them didn't talk for long before the Federal Major turned and left. His visual direction was the bathroom in the direction of the left aisle of the theater.

An indistinct disappointment flashed across Mr. Serious's face, and soon he set his sights on another federal representative.

I quietly put down the wine glass and swayed all the way to the left aisle.

Pull down the doorknob of the bathroom, and gently push it open, sure enough.

The federal major stood in front of the sink, scrubbing his hands carefully.

His eyes found me, but he still focused on washing his hands like a normal person.

I leaned against the door, and my smile deepened: "Hi, handsome guy, how are you?"

"Hello." The other party's voice was low, like a glass of mellow red wine.

The tone is very polite, but the attitude is also very repulsive.

This is completely the way to treat strangers, and normal people will not be surprised.

But I laughed softly and stared at him with mocking eyes.

"Honey, you're so cold," I said, "that you won't even say one more word to me just to get you into the theater?"

"Sorry, I don't know you." The handsome guy still looked unmoved, he had already turned off the faucet, and took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands.

"I don't know you either." I blinked, looked at his face that was not quite the same as my memory, and said in an almost morbid soft tone, "I should call you Rosen Donouet, How about my legal spouse? Or Jojo Ragut, the federal major lurking in the Oya Empire?"

The handsome guy's calm expression suddenly became a little unbearable.

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