The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

In the narrow stairwell, the distance between the female and him was very close, and one could smell the morning dew mixed with the scent of lightly scented shaving water.

Five hours ago, Arthuran watched Evan leave, went to take a shower and changed, then dressed and shaved in front of the mirror.

The military uniform is brand new, and the edges and corners of the shirt are neatly tidied up. The exquisitely patterned tie is matched with a gemstone collar clip, which is very dazzling.

He polished his leather shoes, shaved his beard clean, and prepared his attitude and status to start his day's work.

But unexpectedly, there was a chance to see Evan again.

Ordinary Zerg might be able to breathe the air in the same area as Evan, but they couldn't get past the army and ascetics to reach him.

Evan is "in the box".

But now, Evan sat beside Atheran, cold and reserved, with a deep and short voice, unwilling to talk.

"How long are we going to stay here?"

Evan was sitting on the steps, and Major General Arthurland was smoking a cigarette under the steps, without any intention of getting up.

After smoking the cigarette, he wiped his hands with a handkerchief and took out the ointment again.

Evan's face was paralyzed, he leaned back tactically, and stopped with gestures: "I'm already healed, I don't need to paint."

"Paint it again."

Aslan applied the ointment on him, and said coldly, "It's just some medicine."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and blew gently on Evan's palm.

Evan fell silent slowly, holding Arthur's finger with his backhand.

Aslan looked up at him, the light shone on Evan's hair, making those strands transparent.

The sunlight behind him is like a square glass pillar, framing the light, and fine dust floats in the air, flowing slowly.

"I thought, you're not going to want to talk to me," Evan said.

Atherland knelt on one knee, two or three steps away from Evan. He held Evan's hand and looked up: "Why?"

Evan thought for a while, and said seriously: "Because I'm too much."

After a moment of silence, Arthur squeezed Evan's hand: "I didn't give up my identity for you, I'd rather be a commander here, do you think I'm too much?"

Evan shook his head in surprise: "Of course not."

His words were between his lips and teeth, and he spoke slowly and heavily: "We all have important things."

Arthur Lan's lips hooked: "I know, but I probably won't plant flowers so desperately in the future."

Evan wondered: "Planting flowers?"

"It doesn't matter, how is your hand?"

"Thanks, I feel fine."

Evan breathed very lightly, and his fingers were withdrawn from Arthur Lan's hand without encountering any resistance.

Atherland let go of his hand naturally and put it in his pocket.

He leaned sideways against the wall, his eyes deep and peaceful: "Do you want to stay with me for a while? Here, it won't be long."

"it is good."

The breeze passed through the gap between them, cooling the face.

Evan touched his hot palm, the ointment was taking effect, a thin layer of moisture covered the redness, and it exuded a cool smell.

Mint, or the resin of the giant leaf maple.

Atheran folded his arms, and through the window, he could see the rolling ridgelines, the green vegetation covering the land, and the towns interspersed among the mountains and forests.

The summer is full of vitality and the grass is luxuriant.

He asked the young male: "General Thorge said you want the pollutants and the Zerg to live in harmony."

Evan propped his chin, glanced at Aslan, and nodded.

He expected the female to fly into a fit of rage, or rage, and then try to convince him with facts and examples.

But Arthur Lan's reaction was very calm. He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then shook his head: "I have been fighting with them for so many years, the pollutants multiply too fast, and they are born to be the nemesis of weak females and males with low mental power. Cuiwei Plain has limited supplies, and it is impossible to supply two races at the same time."

"Besides, they're really ugly."

Evan was deeply touched by this point. He drew circles on the ground with his fingers and remained silent.

Atherland continued: "The lux theory states that no matter how the base of life grows, the total amount of matter that sustains life does not change."

"Zergs with a low reproductive rate have no way to compete with pollutants for survival resources."

Evan did not deny this, he said: "But the Zerg is the most powerful life form on this planet. The average intelligence, lifespan, and growth of an individual are greater than the average value of pollutants. Any Zerg that encounters a single person will Pollutants that do not grow can be killed, and quantity does not completely overcome quality."

Arthur Lan frowned: "But the reproduction rate of pollutants is a hundred times that of Zerg."

Evan said: "You don't have to worry about this. I already have a practical and controllable method to curb the reproduction speed of pollution sources. At the same time, I will establish strategic deterrence and maintain a balanced confrontation with pollution sources."

"It's just an assumption."

"This idea, the underground palace has been considered for 300 years."

Arthur Lan said indifferently: "What is the basis?"

Evan's face was paralyzed, and he spit out a word: "Core."

Atheran did not continue to ask, and if he asked again, it would be beyond his ability to know. His Majesty the King would definitely consider it for a period of time before deciding whether it was negotiable, and handed over the final decision-making power to the commanders in various places.

Arthur Lan moved his hand in his pocket: "Can you dance?"

Evan froze for a moment: "No."

The topic changed too quickly, Aslan turned sideways, facing Evan: "There are many Zerg in the round ballroom, some of them are the commander's cubs, you may dance with them."

If it is a formal meeting, it will definitely be submitted to His Majesty the Emperor for approval.

But for informal talks, there is no need to inform His Majesty, just confirm with the resident commander and priest.

So in order to cover, the commanders brought their family members and invited some senior officers.

On such an occasion, dancing and entertainment are bound to be required.

If you want to win over the Zerg and make friends with the dignitaries, such social means are inevitable.

But Evan is under the crown, and there are many variables in this regard.

Asselan didn't continue talking, he stood up straight, and put the cigarette at his fingertips in his pocket skillfully: "I'll teach you, it's very simple."

Evan wiped his fingers and sat on the steps obediently.

Atherland stood below him, holding the air with his left hand and saluting with his right, and, pretending to have a partner, demonstrated a complete movement on the steps.

Elegant and decent, body language is well controlled.

"Just do this, and then they'll dance with you, and you just follow along."

Evan was silent: "Thank you."

Atherland would not dance with Evan.

At officially held formal balls, except for underage cubs, Zerg will only dance with the dance partner they carry, or their own partner.

Zerg in different regions and ages have different dances and habits, but they will not adapt to other people's habits, so today's social rules are formed.

What Aselan showed Evan was the social dance of the small winged Zerg.

Quite simply, the dance of this race is not fancy.

Walking down the steps, Evan looked at Asselan's back, and then at Asselan's back.

He tugged at Arthur's sleeve, and the female turned her head.

Evan turned his face blankly, and raised his hand: "Can you blow it up for me again?"

Asselan paused abruptly, narrowed his eyes, leaned over, and kissed Evan's palm.

The ointment was dry, and the wet lips were slightly cool.

Evan quickly withdrew his hand and pursed his lips.

Asselan rubbed his chin: "Put it out again, and I'll blow it again. This time, I promise to be very standard."

Evan put his hands behind his back: "... No need, please lead the way, Major General Arthurland."

Aslan turned around, couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

The white building is the current command center of Nightmare Bird Forest. Excluding the special functional floors, the rooms arranged for monks are already the largest and best.

After going out the door, take the elevator to the tenth floor, which is the round dance hall.

Of course Atherland would not choose the elevator, he took Evan to walk slowly step by step in the stairwell.

When we reached the tenth floor, half an hour had passed.

Go through the corridor with two walls from the staircase, turn right, and you will find the round ballroom of the white building.

Flower baskets were placed at the door, and carpets were laid. General Sorge, his dancing partner, and several officers checked the identities of the guests at the door.

Atherland walked beside Evan.

Lieutenant General Sog was the first to see Evan. He saluted first, followed by other officers. After hearing the sound, more military females walked out of the door, and they also saluted.

One after another of the chubby cubs squeezed out from behind those military females. The milk balls were wearing small dresses, holding bouquets of flowers, and looked at Evan with bright eyes.

"Your Majesty, look and see."

"Wow, it's not the same as the picture in the book."

"Idiot, that's the first generation, you should stay in the kindergarten."

"the stupid one is you."

Arthur quietly coughed.

There were about a dozen cubs, led by the oldest one, who walked up to Evan very shyly and cautiously.

The cub was about seven years old, and he should have been the dance partner chosen for Evan in advance. He was holding a handful of snow-white Yue Jianlian, and his fat hands were shaking with nervousness.

Evan remained motionless, and suddenly felt a slight impact on his feet.

Evan lowered his head, and a snow-white, football-sized egg tremblingly squeezed forward.

"Aleister, you're reversed!"

A cub in a green dress covered his mouth in surprise, and then reminded him in a low voice.

The big white egg stopped stiffly, and quickly rolled over, revealing its back.

Evan looked at the bow drawn on the eggshell and the three dots representing the facial features, and fell silent.

The big white egg felt the silence under the crown, the whole egg seemed broken, and collapsed on the ground in frustration, trembling.

"Your Majesty, he originally had a dress, but he just rolled onto the cake and soiled his clothes. This is the fault of my ineffective supervision. Please forgive me."

The leading cub was holding a bouquet, the baby's fat little face was serious, and his eyes were full of love when he looked at the big white egg.

Most of the cubs of the Zerg are relatively precocious, especially the cubs of military females.

Evan hesitated for a while, and Da Baidan was so frustrated that he wanted to roll away quietly.

Most of the officers present twitched their mouths, it was horrible, and they cursed inwardly that this was some unlucky parent who brought the cub who hadn't broken his shell.

With a blank expression, Evan leaned over and picked up the big white egg that was about to slip away.

"Can I dance with it?"

he asks.

Arthur Lan slowly: "?"

The author has something to say: a false alarm, a common cold.

Everyone should be careful not to be greedy for coolness and wind, and not to take off your clothes immediately after exercising.

Pay attention to protect your body, woohoo.