A Chime Below the Throne [Interstellar]

In a trance all night.In the twilight of the morning, a layer of glazed gold was plated on the white building.

The anti-gravity suspension vehicle stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and its device was expensive at first glance.The mechanical door opened, and Carmi walked out frowning, but the frowning couldn't stop the red light on his face, and his usually serious expression was as gentle as if immersed in a honeypot.

The people in the car grabbed Carmi again and entangled him for a while before letting him go.

Carmi hugged the big-eared fox and quickly pushed the door of the hospital.Finally, the anti-gravity levitation vehicle drove away.

As soon as the car left, Carmi's footsteps became less hasty, and he turned around every step, and the big-eared fox swayed from side to side to jump off, screaming.

Carmi frowned: "Ami? What are you doing?"

Ami whined and babbled to Carmi for a while.Carmi was surprised: "What? You said Homan is here? Impossible, he has already returned to the accompanying hall, not to mention there is no time for a physical examination."

Ami ignored his words and ran out as soon as he fell to the ground.

Carmi had no choice but to keep up. Ami turned several times along the thin curve before stopping.Carmi went around and found a figure, sideways in the darkness.

He frowned, pulled Ami away and walked over.The smell of the pheromone dissipated, and Carmi was startled: "This is... Homan?! What are you doing here? Wait, what happened to your pheromone?"

Homan didn't answer, but slowly opened his eyes, his face was flushed, and he smiled when he saw Carmi.

Carmi hurried over to support him and get him up, but Homan grabbed his hand, stuffed two small glass bottles into it, and said in a hoarse voice, "Help me do the genetic comparison."

Carmi frowned: "You have a high fever now, you should go to the hospital..."

Homan cleared his throat and added emphatically: "I'm in a hurry. Please."

Just as Carmi was taken aback by his low profile, Homan passed out.

After placing the fainted Homan, soon, Carmi understood what Homan meant by "very anxious".

There were silver hairs in both bottles, and he could easily think of Homan's mother.It's just that this matter involves the secrets of the royal family, so he dare not make random guesses.

Carmi rubbed her temples, gritted her teeth while pinching the bottle, and finally entered the matching room.After turning off the detector, taking advantage of the lack of people in the early morning, I quickly did the genetic matching with my hands and feet. I only need to wait for the machine for 8 hours, and the results will come out.

In fact, Carmi is not willing to get involved in royal family disputes.What's more, looking at Homan's appearance, this is by no means a simple matter of the queen cheating to find an illegitimate child.It's just that Carmi was infected by Homan's strong desperation, which made him, a person who rarely takes risks, make such a risky decision.

Homan had something on his mind, he slept very lightly, and woke up in less than an hour.

He frantically pressed the alarm bell, and Carmi walked over from the neighboring room with some surprise: "You woke up so soon?"

Homan's lips were pale, he bit the tip of his tongue before he regained consciousness, and raised his heavy eyelids: "Where are the two bottles I gave you?"

Seeing that he didn't take his body seriously, Carmi couldn't bear to say something harsh, so he said, "Didn't you tell me to do genetic matching? It's already entered into the machine cabin, and it will be over in 8 hours." The result will come out. I'll let you know when the time comes, so you should go to sleep first."

The blunt tone revealed concern that couldn't be concealed, and the sharp-tongued and tofu-hearted Dr. Carmi tensed his face, trying to make this sentence sound more like an order.

Homan lay down sleepily, without closing his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Carmi sighed: "If you can't sleep, let me take a look at the tester data I gave you last time."

Homan lifted the quilt and acted like a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Carmi unloaded the tester from him, put it into the medical equipment on the bedside, and entered the information values ​​one by one.

"Sure enough." Carmi lowered her eyes, feeling the violently fluctuating pheromones on Homan's body, "Although the detection time has not yet come, your pheromones are too obvious. You are a guide. There is nothing wrong with that. There is no drug cover, The guide pheromone is released."

"Is it transformation, or itself..."

Carmi gave him a deep look: "You are the guide yourself. There is no sign of transformation."

Homan closed his eyes and smiled: "Give me the sleeping pill."

Carmi's professional instinct came out to speak first: "I strongly don't recommend you to take medicine anymore. You used too much medicine before, and you don't want to affect your guiding ability in the future..."

Homan's eyes were dark, and he looked at Carmi indifferently.

Carmi sighed again, there was nothing he could do about Homan: "Okay."

Carmi mixed half of the sleeping pill with water, and injected it into Homan's infusion tube.

Homan pulled up the quilt and lay down. He didn't know if he was asleep or not. He didn't get up until night, ate something, and waited for the test results.

Carmi began to consider whether to call a psychiatrist, but it was estimated that the royal family had kept secrets before abandoning this idea.

Such cases are extremely rare. It is not easy to accept oneself as a guide after being raised as a sentinel.

The thick dark circles under the eyes of Homan's pale skin made him look extremely listless: "Carmi, no matter what the result is, can I please you, this matter..."

Carmi: "Of course." Even if Homan didn't say anything, he would definitely keep his mouth shut.

The machine dinged, and Carmi looked at his watch, then walked out of the ward to get the comparison results.

Within a minute, he walked into the ward again and handed the file to Homan: "I didn't read it, and I flashed the comparison device, no information will be saved, and the detector is turned off. Don't worry." After speaking, he turned around and went out.

Homan: "Don't go."

Cammy was taken aback.

"I believe you."

For so many years, it is useless to be suspicious.Do not use suspicious people, and do not doubt employing people.

Carmi turned around and stood beside him.

Homan's hand holding the result file trembled, took a deep breath, and tore open the file.

Red, dazzling 99%.

"Hahahahahaha!" Homan grabbed his head, but burst into tears from laughter, "What do you think? Isn't it funny?"

Carmi held his shoulder: "Calm down."

"Why did this happen? Why did this happen? It's really like this, it's really like this..." Homan took Carmi's hand back and held it firmly.

Carmi had anticipated this situation a long time ago, picked up the sedative by the bedside and gave him a while.

Homan gradually calmed down, sat quietly for a while, raised his head and asked, "My companion animal is that parrot with a mouth so poor? Do you know that?"

Carmi nodded: "Oh, you said that. I know, last time he almost said that three nurses were gone in the hospital, and our duty room used lottery to decide who was in charge of him."

Homan: "I have a bad temper, do you think I will be bored to death?"

Carmi agreed: "Sure, if it was my companion beast, I probably couldn't resist beating him to death before he was an adult."

Homan rubbed his face: "Do you have eye drops that can make people cry? Your eyes are a little dry."

Carmi: "Wait a minute, I'm going to get the onions."

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Jefferson rarely put on a paralyzed face: "You called me over so early, if you don't have a reasonable explanation, believe it or not, I will tear you apart?"

Ludwig: "Hehe, how dare you bb when you come here to live with me? It's like a ghost running away after soaking in a guide."

Jefferson exploded: "That's Carmi! Carmi is different! He is a soul mate, not a messy guide!"

"You say that every time."

Ludwig looked at Jefferson, who was making pink bubbles, with disdain, and kicked open the door of the back room.

Jefferson covered his ears and was shocked: "Your sound insulation is good."

Taking a closer look, it was a huge black dragon resting soundly inside.

Jefferson's jaw fell to the ground, and his face was shocked: "Damn it! You, this, this..."

"Did you bring the third prince's dragon?"

Ludwig: "I didn't do it, I picked it up on the road. He slept in the middle of the road, so I carried it back."

"Carry it?" Jefferson imagined that Ludwig was carrying a dragon as tall as a man from the school gate to the dormitory, and he was still under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Why did you pick it up? Didn't you send it back?"

"Hululu... Hululu... Hululu... Hululu..."

"Send it back? Why send it?" Ludwig thought of Homan's madness for no reason, and felt uncomfortable, "You have been combined, you should know that this thing is by my side, there is always a way to make sure How should we get married?"

Jefferson went crazy: "Damn it! Brother, my companion beast has been with me for 15 years and it took me [-] years to get married. You are going to get married after meeting? Are you kidding me?"

"Hululu... Hululu... Hululu... Hululu..."

"It can't be done! It's too noisy! We are so loud, why doesn't it wake up?"

Ludwig frowned: "I won't wake up, I just hit him a few times and didn't wake up."

Ludwig's "a few blows", Jefferson didn't think it would be a few innocuous blows.

Looking at Simon, who was unconscious, Jefferson's lips twitched. The dragon's skin is really thick enough without bleeding.

"The connective period mainly depends on the degree of compatibility. Staying with your companion beast for a long time is also a problem. When the time is up, the degree of tacit understanding will naturally increase, and you will become an adult naturally." Jefferson said meaningfully, "But your situation... Before I I said that the method of emotional stimulation is not only difficult to master, but also has sequelae. If the connection is not strong, it will take time to consolidate. If the connection is broken, it will not be worth the loss.”

"Look at my situation, can I have a year and a half to hone my fit?"

"Uh, that's right." Jefferson rested his chin and thought, "Why don't you ask Homan? After all, he's been with Simon for so long."

Ludwig seemed to be considering Jefferson's proposal, but did not speak.

"Hululu... Hululu... Hululu... Hululu..." Simon, who was sleeping like a dead pig, turned over and broke the side of the bed with a "puff".