A Chime Below the Throne [Interstellar]

The tall, honey-haired sentinel walked briskly into the gate, and saw the silver-haired young man leaning against the window as soon as he entered.

He propped one hand on the edge of the window, his slender and thick eyelashes seemed to be covered with snow, and the rare silver reflected the cold light, as if without a trace of warmth.A colorful little parrot crouched on Ludwig's shoulder like a chick, with its head buried in its wings, dozing off.

"Yo! Luther." The honey-haired sentry was obviously familiar with the silver-haired young man, leaning against him skillfully, shaking the cigarette, and hung it on his lips.

Ludwig scratched his hair inertially, turned around, and uttered a word: "Jefferson."

Jefferson responded with a playful smile: "It's hard for you to call me out once."

Jefferson Longman.

The Langman clan is one of the most powerful noble families in the capital, and Jefferson is the youngest son of the long line.Gentle and considerate, passing among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touches his body, he is the most popular sentinel of the guide in the capital.It's not comparable to Luca's fake flower silk.

Jefferson had graduated from the Phoenix Military Academy a few years ago, and he was like a fish in water as soon as he joined the army, and he was promoted to the school level a few months ago.

As a pro-dragon family, the Langman family is naturally not very familiar with the lineage of the Grand Duke of Rose. It is also a miracle that the two can get along with each other.

The dialogue between the two is like a long-familiar friend, there is no sticky feeling between the sentinel and the guide.

This was naturally because... Jefferson knew very well that Ludwig was not a guide.

Ludwig himself already knew that.

Before entering the puberty period, this guy's sentinel pheromone spread like a bomb, so strong that he was clamoring "come and fight with me" every day.

Fortunately, there is a concocted void grass in Daman's collection cabinet.It will neither affect the development, but also resist its own taste.

Although Ludwig was a little violent, he didn't seem to use his brain very much, but it didn't mean that he didn't use his brain well.

In recent years, Emperor Urkley's actions to suppress the Phoenix family have become more and more blatant. It is hard to say whether his father, the Grand Duke Rose, was killed by the emperor.

In this case, a guide is obviously more able to induce people to relax their vigilance than a sentinel as a combat weapon.It's even more difficult to say whether the idea of ​​him pretending to be a guide was created by the dead Grand Duke. Someone paved the way. Ludwig is not stupid, so naturally he would not pierce the window paper by himself.Therefore, for five years, he did not attempt to restore his status as a sentinel.

However, just when he felt that the crisis was over, he filled a bottle of pheromones, and wanted to use real pheromones to join the imperial nationality, but he found that he couldn't do it.

Because pheromones overlap.

In other words, someone used his pheromone to register to join the Mein Empire.

Pretending to be his pheromone for registration clearly shows one thing.

That is, there is a great possibility that Ludwig is not the son of the Grand Duke Rose.His true identity was also strange, so Ludwig sorted out the clothes, genetic samples, and pheromones of the Grand Duke and Damman before they were alive, and compared them with the pheromones. After the test, they really got a mismatch result.

So the question is, who is he?

And why was his identity impersonated?First of all, the possibility of him being adopted was ruled out. Although the Mein Empire valued blood inheritance, it did not have the bad habit of breeding love. Adoption is generally no different from the rights obtained by birth, so there is no need to cover it up.

Then there is another possibility, that is——

His real identity is very sensitive, and it is likely that he is worthy enough for the imposter to steal his pheromones in order to maintain his identity, in case his relatives have mismatched results when doing pheromone gene comparisons.

So what is the unknown secret hidden in it?

Unfortunately, the real truth has been buried with the death of the Grand Duke.

The smell of conspiracy struck, and Ludwig knew that there must be tricks in it. The identity of Duke Rose's posthumous son could not guarantee his safety, so he secretly investigated.

Jefferson is one of the assistants.

"What the hell did you do to Wood?" Jefferson threw away the cigarette butt, gossip flickering in his eyes, "I saw the post on the Skyzone forum."

"I said that the sound of his confession that day could be heard in the sentinel building next door. Are you...really going to have sex with a guide!!" Jefferson put his two little fingers together in a cheap way.

"Hmph." Ludwig ignored him, "Don't fart your mother."

It's such a refreshing thing to hear a beautiful silver-haired guy say shit.

"Speaking of which, didn't you think that you could consider Wood if you changed your status as a sentry before? Why are you so repulsive now? No matter how you say it, his looks are okay."

"When did I say that?" Ludwig kicked Jefferson casually.

"Hey, feeling, feeling." Jefferson hid back, but he didn't expect Ludwig to really come, and was kicked by the other foot.

"Don't mention Wood to me again." Homan concluded after kicking hard.

"Okay. Are you kicking someone away after running out? What a scum..." Seeing Ludwig squinting and shooting over, Jefferson quickly shut up, "Come back to business, you said you found it?"

This discovery naturally refers to Ludwig's true identity.

Ludwig raised his eyes, the dazzling golden color seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, clear but domineering, Jefferson was taken aback when he saw it: "Yeah."

Ok?

Um! ! ! ! !

"That's the end?" Jefferson's facial muscles trembled. "So who is it? Who is it?" To be honest, he was not optimistic about Ludwig's investigation. The grievances of a generation, not to mention Ludwig's "father" on the surface, Grand Duke Schroeder of the Rose, is a nobleman, so the tricky nature involved may not be so easy to reason with.

But looking at it this way, if he encountered such a situation, he probably couldn't help but investigate it.

Ludwig didn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of three.

Jefferson changed his face in fright: "Have you figured it out, is it true or not? This is one of the candidates for the heir to the empire... How is it possible!"

Ludwig: "It's not wrong. I stayed with him on White Musk for a month. You know what happened later..."

Jefferson was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly he laughed again: "Okay brother, remember to pull out one of the leg hairs for me, buddy, I can hug your thigh too! But, what is the purpose of the third prince pretending to be you?" ? The picture is the throne?"

In fact, Ludwig had doubts the moment Homan took out the medicine, but he was basically certain after being exposed to the Simon pheromone.

Simon should be his companion beast.

It was for this reason that even after Ludwig regained his freedom of hands and feet, he kept walking with Homann.Watch him from time to time and wait for the opening to leak.

And what Ludwig didn't expect was——

"No. He doesn't even know he's fake."

This is certain.

And it means it's a big deal.

If you are greedy for wealth and honor, and want to exchange a civet cat for the prince, that would be easy to do; but if you don't know it yourself, then there must be a huge power hidden behind it.

Therefore, Ludwig did not act on his own initiative.

Jefferson nodded: "You were right in not exposing him. Tell me, will the matter of you being hunted down on White Musk be related to him..."

"No. He doesn't know anything. That sentinel seems to think he has progeria." Ludwig pondered, remembering Homan's unresponsiveness to the Netherweed, "He is also in poor health, and has been Take medicine."

That's right.Because he was a Sentinel, he had preconceived that so was Homan who "fake" his identity.

Jefferson looked at Ludwig with strange eyes: "You can still tell if a person is in good health? I thought you have been lame since you grew limbs."

Ludwig twitched while maintaining his calm expression, feeling a little itchy in his hands.

Fortunately, Jefferson didn't grab this topic: "Anyway, what are you going to do next?"

"Of course it is to choose a suitable time..." Ludwig hoped for a day.

This is the right time, it is best to be in public and not easily influenced by other forces.

It's a technical job.

And Ludwig hated technical work the most.Within three seconds, he decided to use the simplest and rude method: "You know, how can I become an adult earlier?"

"You want to bond with that black dragon in advance?" Jefferson was taken aback, thought for a while and then continued, "That's right, if there is a chance to bond as an adult. Who can deny that you are the third prince..."

"However, medicines and other things are external stimuli after all. If this kind of stimuli becomes an adult, it will damage the combat effectiveness. I advise you to let nature take its course."

Ludwig is motionless...

Jefferson choked, rolled his eyes upwards, and thought that this guy was as stubborn as ever, and finally he could only sigh: "I heard that emotional shock and mental stimulation can lead to adult awakening and trigger a connective period."

Ludwig nodded in satisfaction.

Jefferson said sorry to the fake Homan in his heart. It is not easy to parry a reckless sentry like Ludwig.

Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about the ending. After everything was back on track, he hooked up with a prince for free~

In a good mood Jefferson walked away cheerfully, not thinking of the possibility that Ludwig would screw things up.Just kidding, this guy was so cruel when he was not an adult, so what's the point when he becomes an adult?

Who doesn't admit that he can't be killed!

After Jefferson left, the head of the parrot on Ludwig's shoulder came out of the wings, and he put his head on the owner's neck sadly, crying: "Do you want Simon or me? Chick Chick Chick Chick Chick!"

Ludwig's brain ached from the noise of "嘤嘤*": "Shut up, I'll find you another home."

That being said, he still hasn't figured out who Lao Tzu's real master is.

Lao Tzu's guide, Su Bi, went to the Dark Market Investigation Office and offered a reward of [-] star coins, just to buy some news, but so far it seems like a mud cow has entered the sea.

Ludwig, who has lived as a guide for 20 years, finds it hard to imagine what kind of life the owner of the fake companion beast who accompanied him is living now.

Maybe he has been living as an ordinary person. Ludwig rarely uses his lack of imagination. After all, without a spiritual body, who would think he is a guide?