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

Secretary Cole had done his job well, fighting back his grief and confusion, and doing the best he could.

When the battle broke out without warning, he, as the confidential secretary of Brigadier General Chero, immediately reported the matter to the Star Federation, and recorded the entire battle on Glory Square through his personal terminal as evidence.

After the Brigadier General's accident, he immediately selected someone from the remaining federal representatives who was capable of taking charge of the overall situation. After confirming the candidate, he didn't hesitate any longer, and told the other party the information on the scene concisely, so that the other party could grasp the situation as soon as possible.

Cole is such a talent, everything is very convenient when he is around.

"Wait a minute, this gentleman doesn't have a certificate, so he can't go in." An imperial soldier let in the handsome guy who was rushing to the square, but stopped me outside.

The entire square was surrounded by the imperial police with an airtight gravitational field. Anyone who wanted to go in to obtain first-hand materials without permission would be suppressed by ten times the gravitational field, making it impossible to step in.

Unless an access permit is obtained, the gravitational field will default to the owner's authority, allowing him to move freely in the gravitational field.

I'm not from the military, so naturally I don't have that authority.

But the handsome guy has it.

"Secretary Cole." The handsome guy looked at the other party calmly, "Ilo is not only my partner, but also my assistant. I need his help."

Secretary Cole was stunned for a moment, and then quickly operated on the personal terminal: "I see, I will immediately arrange for Mr. Hilde to be a school-level officer secretary."

He doesn't seem to be worried about my identity as a member of the empire, or even if he is worried, it's useless. After all, the handsome guy still needs to negotiate with the empire. If the first request is dismissed, it will undoubtedly make the situation worse for the remaining federal representatives. What about the matter—the attack has not been resolved, and conflicts have arisen among the people, what should we do in the future?

Theoretically speaking, even the secretary of a low-ranking officer should be at least a second-class soldier. However, Secretary Cole has part of the authority of Brigadier General Cherow. It is just a matter of arranging a secretary for a school-level officer, and there is no need to go through the exact process. .

Secretaries are different from guards. Secretaries can be hired from outside, just like the technical jobs employed by the military, and they don't have to have military ranks.

Usually, though, most people who work with the military end up in the system.

All in all, Secretary Cole, who is flexible and flexible, helped me find a suitable status within a few minutes, and let me feel the treatment of a "privileged person".

The center of Glory Square has become a ruin. The exquisite fountains, sculptures, flower beds and four-dimensional advertising light curtains have become fragments in the ruins. It is impossible to piece together the original appearance. Only the remains of the mecha lying on it can distinguish the original Who is the master of.

It's just that the fate of their owners is as miserable as this ruin.

Secretary Cole's eyes were still a little red: "This is the brigadier general's mech, and the damage has reached more than 97%. There are already professionals rushing to repair the mecha core, but it is not clear how much data can be recovered."

"How much can be recovered conservatively?" the handsome guy asked.

"Probably... less than 20%, especially the data at the time of the final damage, which is the most difficult to recover." Cole said with his jaw tightened.

The handsome guy patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged."

"Yes!" Cole gave a standard military salute, "I will try my best to help you find out the truth of this incident."

It can be seen that Secretary Cole, who has been with Brigadier General Chelo for more than ten years, has a very deep affection for Mr. Brigadier General, and at the same time shows a deep sense of distrust towards the Imperial Army.

However, no matter how much I distrusted the empire, it did not lead to blind hatred. Whether it was treating me, or treating ordinary imperial soldiers and ordinary people, I was no different from ordinary people.

Conclusion: Secretary Cole is a talent, but it is estimated that it is difficult for handsome guys to use.

It's just...difficult, but it doesn't mean it's impossible.

The handsome guy looked at the protected mecha wreckage seriously, and turned his head to ask Cole: "Apart from the mechas of the officers, are there any mechas of the attackers?"

"Yes." Cole pointed out the scorched black mecha wreckage to him, and marked the corresponding mecha from the battle screen he recorded, "These are the mechas shot down by the brigadier general. There is a self-destruct program that destroys itself once the pilot loses signs of life. Unfortunately, we cannot extract the combat data of the enemy aircraft."

I glanced at it, and the number of enemy planes on the screen was far more than those on the ground. It seemed that some of the mechas involved in the attack withdrew before the arrival of the Imperial Army.

The handsome guy also realized this: "Didn't the brigadier general and the officers wipe out all the enemy planes?"

"Unfortunately...five mechas escaped." Cole gritted his teeth and said, "If I had mechas too, I would drag one or two more to death even if I risked my life! I would never let them escape like this easy!"

The handsome guy shook his head and said, "You've done a good job, don't belittle yourself."

Personnel below the school level do not have the treatment of being equipped with portable mechas. The mechas used for training and on the battlefield must be recycled. Ordinary soldiers may not be able to touch the edge of the mechas when they actually go to the battlefield. Let alone normal.

But this can also reflect from the side that the people who came to attack several senior federal officers this time were not ordinary people.

Of course, those who can survive the naval guns of the brigadier general and have the ability to fight back are at least people of the same level.

No wonder Cole is so afraid of the Imperial Army. It is very difficult for ordinary killers and mercenaries to kill Brigadier General Cherow in battle. It is more likely that the Imperial Army general disguised himself as an attacker.

If I could, I would really like to tell Cole that his guess is already very close to the truth.

But now we are not close yet, and we can't be sure that he will follow the handsome guy in the end, so I still don't tell him, so as not to scare others, hehe.

When the handsome guy was communicating with the technicians, I noticed that there was another group of people besides the Imperial Army.

Especially the eldest prince, who is protected by the stars and the moon, is extraordinarily conspicuous.

I asked Secretary Cole, "Why is Prince Prince also here?"

Colton frowned, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes: "It is said that the eldest prince spoke in person. He is fully responsible for investigating this matter. Before the lieutenant colonel arrived, he did not allow our people to touch the scene."

Because it's not a secret, Cole didn't hide it from me, and told everything he could say, including the group of reporters around the prince, who was also brought in by himself.

Only then did I realize that Prince Prince is not an ordinary idiot. I still overestimated him before, alas.

As if aware of my sight, Prince turned his head and glanced at the crowd, and then he saw me.

His eyes were rigid, his body was tense, and his blushing face instantly turned white... It felt like the eldest prince was frightened by me.

Before he could look away, I slowly, slowly showed a weird smile.

Suddenly, a handsome guy appeared next to me at some point and rubbed my head again.

He whispered: "What are you provoking him for?"

I looked back at the handsome guy innocently: "Of course I'm waiting for him to be a demon."

The eldest prince, whose reason has been occupied by anger and fear, doesn't know what amazing move he will do. I am quite looking forward to it.

The author has something to say: Shou: The good show of slapping in the face is about to be staged, friends, get your tickets, hehehe.

Gong: I don't know how to act, so let me get the tickets first.