King of the Stars [Rebirth]

"The condition of the mecha is not bad, and the basic maintenance has been completed. However, if we want to carry out in-depth maintenance, we must 'awaken' the central control core again." Bernice jumped down from the maintenance platform briskly, picked up a towel, and wiped it. Wipe oil off your hands.

"Awakening" is a ritual close to "igniting". On the basis of not clearing up the remnants of the original spiritual power, the power of the central control core is reactivated, so that all aspects of the overhauled high-level mecha are coordinated.

As a knight, Griffin naturally understands the importance of "awakening".Although he has not officially advanced to a high-ranking soldier, Bernice's talent is beyond doubt, and it can be said that he can find the best candidate for a soldier now.However, he still shook his head: "Not for now."

Bernice frowned slightly: "What? Don't you trust my ability?"

"Sorry, I already have a candidate." Griffin replied frankly without hesitation.

Such words are quite rude to a soldier.However, Bernice glanced at him and said nothing.The Oswald family has too many masters and high-ranking soldiers, and there is no shortage of quasi-high-ranking helpers.She is quite satisfied to be able to prepare the leap mech by herself.Reluctantly touching the gorgeous crimson mecha in front of her, she said with a little regret: "It's a pity that this is a long-distance machine. If it is transformed into a humanoid machine, maybe it can become a real holy weapon."

Similar words, Pole Star also said.Griffin understands the strengths of the humanoid machine, but he has no plans to transform the "Flame Star".This mech has a different meaning.Avoiding the subject, he asked, "Where's Cyril?"

Hearing this name, Bernice frowned in disgust: "Who knows. Maybe he is thinking about how to take over his father's throne."

Unsurprisingly, the power struggle for the fourth family has intensified.Gently raising the corners of his lips, Griffin said, "Let him meet me before the Deep Space Fleet departs."

As a real soldier, this is not a topic that Bernice would like.But she also knew that this was extremely important to Cyril.Biting her lip, she nodded and said, "I will notify him."

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The next day, the person he wanted to meet appeared in front of him.

"Nisrock, I heard that you are going to sail again?" With a proper smile, Xi Weier walked into the reception room.

Five years of brutal political scrambles did not erase his demeanor, but instead made his slightly fake smiling face sincere and comfortable.This man is definitely not the type that Griffin likes, but within the federal territory, this man is already his "closest" friend.

"Leaving in a week." Without any intention of making a fuss, Griffin went straight to the point, "How is Duke Lennart doing?"

Cyril's eyebrows twitched slightly, but the smile on his face did not change: "The medical compartment is no longer needed."

This sentence is somewhat ambiguous, but Griffin knows that he does not mean that his condition has improved, but the opposite.Nodding, Griffin said, "Visal and I are going to the border, and the Fifth Family may have to relax for a while."

In this encirclement and suppression of the fifth family, the two Oswalds are definitely the main force.One is in command of the Federation Fleet, while the other is in charge of the family's private soldiers.Now that both of them have left the territory of the Federation, is it to appease the military and those restless noble forces?Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the blond young man in front of him, and asked, "Will the military department take action?"

"Someone will rush ahead of the military headquarters." Griffin knew what Cyril was asking, and knew more about what was hidden inside.

Let him and Vesal go to the border for the so-called new energy, but also, there is no lack of meaning to appease other forces.The fifth family has been completely defeated, and withdrawing troops at this time is not to give him a chance to breathe, but to put a weak meal in front of the other wolves.Will those nobles really sympathize with the declining Fifth Family and help them rebuild their former glory?Just look at Cyril's expression, and you will know the answer.

Sure enough, Cyril's throat trembled slightly, as if swallowing saliva.He can have the current status, only one step away from the position of Patriarch, how much is due to the foundation laid in the West Frontier, only the person in front of him knows.Now that the other party offered the delicacy again, how could he not be moved.

But at the same time, the decline and demise of the fifth family is a major event worthy of vigilance for other families.What if this is just the first step for Grand Duke Landacia?In the years to come, will there be the so-called "Five Big" families and the Supreme Council in the Landa Starfield?

Cyril is actually not sure, but there is one thing he can be sure of.At this moment, the parliamentary system has long existed in name only.The fifth family is on the verge of destruction, the fourth family is full of civil strife, and the third family has been married to Oswald for several generations, and their blood is intermingled with each other.Except for the second family, which still retains a bit of vitality, the other families are just lingering on their last days.That's why Oswald was allowed to hold the head of the parliament for centuries.

Now that one is changing, even if he gets the coveted throne, can he still maintain the glory and glory of the "Fourth Family"?After hesitating for a moment, Cyril asked, "Is sending troops to the border just to wipe out pirates?"

"That's exactly what I want to ask." Griffin leaned on the armchair behind him and asked coldly, "Are you aware of Vesal's recent movements?"

Cyril didn't expect such a change in the topic, he was taken aback for a moment, and immediately replied: "Recently, he and your sister seem to be very close, that eldest lady."

The lioness who runs the cutting-edge laboratory of the Oswald family.Griffin had also heard about this news, but he didn't take it to heart.Thinking about it now, it's no wonder that the second lady would suddenly show affection to him.But that's obviously not the point.

Of course, Cyril also knew it well, and twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, and he said: "It's not just the cutting-edge laboratory, his behavior itself is a bit weird. It seems that he suddenly became interested in technology, and the combat power of his troops is also increasing." Steady improvement. During the days you played, he went to the floating city several times to meet His Excellency the Grand Duke. Nisrock, that guy is definitely planning something!"

It seems that the "good brother" didn't say much useful things in the previous conversation.Griffin said coldly: "No wonder his name will be on the list of the Deep Space Fleet this time."

Glancing at Griffin playfully, Cyril suddenly said: "Isn't this a good opportunity? You are fighting together against a powerful enemy who defeated the Deep Space Fleet twice. If something unexpected happens, it will not Incomprehensible."

In just a second, Griffin understood what the man meant.He was urging him to kill Vissal, taking advantage of this rare opportunity.

"They have been targeting you for a long time. Especially Visal. And you know that he will never stop." Like a demon wagging its pointed tail, Cyril urged, "If you know that he Why not take it instead? I guess that won't be too hard for you."

Cyril was right.While his motives are unclear, Griffin knew what Versal was aiming for, and even where to find what he wanted.If you take this opportunity to kill the elder brother who has been eyeing you, and complete the task assigned by the Grand Duke.Then he can get a double reward and remove obstacles that threaten his life.A good way to count in one fell swoop.

But, is he going to do it?

The golden eyelashes fluttered slightly, and finally Griffin raised the corner of his mouth: "The mission of the Deep Space Fleet has nothing to do with the Fifth Family. At least, not directly. You don't have much time."

After being repelled, Cyril pursed his lips: "What about after the fifth family? Will there be another one?"

"The one who won't stop, neither will the Oswald family." Griffin replied coldly, puncturing Cyril's last illusion, "Either become the fifth family, or become the third family, Always choose a path."

Destruction, or attachment.And a long time ago, Cyril had already made a bet.His face was a little pale, but the smile on his lips was still gentle: "If this is the case, I hope you can win the final victory."

A happy ending that maximizes the stakes.Griffin looked gloomy and did not answer this question.

Cyril smiled: "I will organize the staff as soon as possible. If you need any help, just ask me."

Like an old friend for many years, he stood up with a smile and said goodbye gracefully.Griffin stared at the back, as if unable to look away.Cyril was a typical aristocrat who couldn't be more typical.Ability, ambition, mobility, and a heart of stone hidden under a smile.Just like his nominal blood ethnicity.

How should he choose?

Stick to the little bit of persistence in your heart, let yourself fall into the dilemma of being attacked by enemies, and face threats to your life time and time again?Or abandon those dispensable bottom lines, and get along with them and fall into the same quagmire?

In the spacious reception room, fell into a deathly silence.A few minutes later, there was a sneer.Griffin gently covered his eyes with his palms. If Pole Star was there, he would not have thought about such a boring question.If Pole Star is there...

Like a solidified statue, the once upright and tough figure leaned on the seat and did not move for a long time.

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Wiesel strode deep into the palace.He has an independent villa in the floating city, but it is the mansion of Grand Duke Landasia after all, as long as he does not succeed the title of Grand Duke for a day, he is not eligible to live in that city for a long time.

And here is the palace in his territory, and only he can control it with one hand.A safe, comfortable, and equally private place.It is also only here that he can safely put away those secrets that he does not want others to know.

When he came to the door at the end of the corridor, Vesal stopped and put his palm on the genetic code lock.With a click, the door opened. He carefully pushed the door open and walked into the room.

This is a room with a rather weird layout, some are like a laboratory, and some are like an extremely luxurious cage. A huge glass cover is shrouded in the middle of the house. Under the bright light, several phantoms are slowly floating.It was a complete shadow, about tens of centimeters high, as thin as a piece of paper.Like ghosts in the sun.

Weisal took a deep breath, walked to the glass cover, and put his palm on it: "We can start the journey soon."

He didn't speak, but just confided in his thoughts.However, when these words came to mind, all the shadows stopped, and the heads all turned to look this way.That posture was indescribably weird, and also somewhat frighteningly creepy.But Vesal continued with a calm demeanor: "I hope you have locked the direction of the target. It is not easy for the deep space fleet to travel, so we must seize this opportunity..."

Another idea suddenly appeared, without emotion or tone, like an electromagnetic wave without ups and downs: "We found it. It's at the designated location."

Blocked by the fleet of the Stars, an impassable area.Vesal put aside all emotions and remained calm: "I will help you find that thing. But what you call 'new energy'..."

"There will be. As long as you can give it to us." The fluctuations in the mind stopped abruptly, as if they had never existed.

Looking at the ghosts who were busy again, Weisal heaved a sigh of relief and gently moved his palm away.As if treating the most honored guest, he walked out of the room backwards.

When everything was hidden behind the door again, Vesal showed a shallow, complacent smile on his face.This is an opportunity he never thought of, a group of exiles from a higher dimension.A real "alien" life form.If you change another dimension, they may be the existence that makes the whole human being tremble.It's a pity that the power of forcibly reducing dimensionality makes them fragile and vulnerable.

He received them, provided for them, and exploited them.Squeeze out what's still working in those alien brains.This may be seeking skin from a tiger, but he is not one of those stupid little nobles.He wasn't afraid of these fragile little things, he was an Oswald, a member of the lion family.As long as the energy continues to provide innovative technologies, the military department, eldest sister, cutting-edge laboratories, and even his forever powerful and invincible father will stand by his side.Help him take the last step.

One last note.

With a sneer, Vesal started to walk out of the palace again.