Strike!cowardly [interstellar]

Mrs. Ludwig followed the attendants into the palace. The long corridors could only hear the sound of high heels touching the ground.

"Madam, please." Coming to the door of the hall, the servant turned sideways and opened the door respectfully.

In addition to Emperor Bazel-Heine, there was also an old man in a wheelchair inside the door.

Mrs. Ludwig was not surprised at all, with a hint of sarcasm on her face, "Old Abel, you are not dead yet?"

In the past, when the queen—that is, the biological mother of the current emperor Bazel—did all the embarrassing things, it was probably this person who planned behind him. In the end, he did not know what kind of ecstasy drug was given to the former emperor, but he even asked him to do it. became the teacher of the little prince.

The Ludwig family disdains such dirty behavior, and their discord with the emperor is clearly on the surface.

Abel didn't take it seriously, and slowly turned around in the wheelchair, showing her a distorted smile due to old age, and said hoarsely: "I haven't seen you for many years, but the madam's demeanor is still the same... It's still the same, with a sharp tongue."

Seeing that the atmosphere became tense, Bazel moved uncomfortably, and said, "Madam, please take a seat."

Mrs. Ludwig sat down unceremoniously, her sitting posture showed an inherent arrogance and elegance.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with entering the palace this time?" Bazel asked dryly, and Abel took a sideways look and stabilized a little.

"Even if Your Majesty doesn't know the purpose of my entry into the palace, your teacher must know it clearly." Ludwig put his hands on the hem of the skirt on his knees, and seemed to inadvertently raise his little finger to admire the gorgeous and slender skirt on it. A set, chuckled, and moved his eyelashes slightly, "Yes, many things are learned by teachers. Abel is a teacher who is really competent. From His Majesty's young age until now... he is still so dedicated. "

Bazel's face became a little paler, and the blood on his face and lips faded a little.

He didn't dare to look back, he just forced himself to look straight at Mrs. Ludwig, and he didn't even know how to speak at this moment.From childhood to adulthood, whenever he encounters difficult decisions, he just needs to sit here, and the teacher will always be by his side, speaking for him and making decisions for him.

After the death of his mother, the teacher has been with him, which makes him feel safe, but...

The little emperor pursed his lips lightly. If he hadn't visited the military academy when he was 12 years old, he saw crowds of people gathered on the training ground. The two shouted, one of them had wine-red long hair similar to his own, every fighting movement was so sharp and ruthless, every punch was precisely hit the opponent, and it also hit the emperor's young heart...

His heart, which had been calm for a long time, started beating violently following his movements, boom-boom-boom!As if there were rhythmic drums, each sound was louder and deeper than each sound. Seeing him standing up involuntarily, looking at the figure obsessively, for the first time, he took the initiative to ask the reception staff: "Wait until the game It's over, I want to see that person."

In this way, Sauron's acquaintance with the little emperor shone into his life like a flash of bright and fresh light.

Sometimes Bazel looked at Sauron's back and couldn't help thinking: What if he could live like this person?What if my unspeakable half-brother was this person... what would happen?

He became more and more dependent on Sauron, asking to meet frequently.He not only praised him as an unattainable belief in life, but also morbidly fantasized that if he had such an elder brother, he could get close to and trust him, and he would not have to worry about one day he would suddenly come back and snatch him away. My own throne can always be by his side like a teacher, for a long time...

Gradually, as he grew older, he began to realize that his reliance on Sauron had changed. Every time he saw him, he would unconsciously want to smile, feel joy from the bottom of his heart, and pay attention to him all the time. His every move, when he heard that he was talking and laughing with some noble girl, he would be very angry, and he didn't want him to see anyone...

This excessive possessiveness made him become very subtle when facing Sauron, more cautious and more concerned about gains and losses.

Sauron, he is obsessed with his dissolute and casual temperament, but also wants to lock him up and lock him up, only letting himself see the shining side...

Seeing that Bazel looked quite calm, the old man in the wheelchair showed vigilance, and said to the elegant woman sitting opposite him in a low voice: "What are you talking about, madam? I haven't entered the palace for many years. When we met, I said It's hard to understand."

"Oh, since the emperor doesn't want to gossip with me, I won't go around anymore." Mrs. Ludwig's eyes were stern, and her face darkened: "Your Majesty, you should know that Marcello is my Ludwig. What does the Xi family mean, and why did you arrange this actual battle there? And why, do you have to lead the troops personally by the marshals of the two armies?"

"What do you think, madam?" Old Abel spoke in place of the emperor, his voice was low, and his gaze was staring at her like a falcon, "Your Majesty's orders, as a soldier, you should obey them, Marshal Lance and Marshal Sauron have nothing to say, Madame is so nervous...what are you worried about?"

"Abel, there are some things that we don't need to test each other. Since I entered the palace today, I want to explain—Lance's identity, I have never wanted to tell him in my life, there is no need to send him to the palace... Treat the entire Ludwig family as a thorn in the side." The woman stood up, raised her chest, and a warning flashed in her eyes, "But this promise is limited to what you don't do anymore."

After she finished speaking, she bowed lightly to the little emperor who was as stiff as a piece of sculpture, "I won't disturb your Majesty's work, and I will leave." Turning around, Yingying walked towards the long corridor of the palace with a proud posture.

Bazel watched Mrs. Ludwig walk away without blinking, raised his head, and called, "Teacher...?!"

Abel also had gloomy eyes and a gloomy expression. Before he could speak, his wrist shook slightly.

He lowered his head, stretched out an artificial finger from the wheelchair, and touched the screen. A portrait was projected. The background was barren. It was on an undeveloped planet. The person came with a disheveled face and a unique voice. The machine has a metallic look and wears a hood on its head. At this time, it lay on the ground and said anxiously: "Report, the explosion operation has been carried out, but it failed to kill Lance! He has escaped successfully..."

"Trash!" There was a furious voice from the wheelchair, the hoarse throat sounded like a gong, and it stopped abruptly as soon as it was raised, gasping for two breaths, looking at the person in the picture as if looking at a dead thing.

There was a cloud of dust behind the man, panicked on his face, and he hurriedly said in a remedial manner: "However, the colonel beside him with extremely strong fighting power has been confirmed dead!"

"A mere colonel is worthy of credit? Your goal is Lance! Lance—! Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up before he recovers, and he must not be allowed to return to the Emperor Star alive!"

"We have already carried out a second sneak attack! But the rear was suddenly attacked!"

"Attack? The Black Iron Army still has the ability to besiege you? How did you find the time!" Abel was about to fall from his wheelchair in anger, Bazel got up in a panic, and went to straighten his unconscious body. When he saw those cloudy and harsh eyes, he couldn't help shivering, and quickly took a step back.

"But...the one who attacked us is..." Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped. The moment his life disappeared, the screen was still for a second, and then "suddenly" went out.

In the palace, it was quiet again.

All that was left was Abel's rough panting.

Bazel stared at him in shock. After a while, he slowly raised his head. His already old face suddenly seemed to be dying. Looking at him, he said hoarsely: "Baer... my last The troops also failed in their mission and failed to keep Lance in Marcelo..."

Bazel trembled and stared at him blankly, his eyes helpless.

"But we still have a chance!" He suddenly burst out with the last arrogance, and glared at him, "When Lance returns to Emperor Star and enters the palace, no matter what, we can't let him go out again."

"Wh... what?" Bazel opened his mouth, and stammered in a panic, "but teacher... can't, can't you make a good layout, and then lure him into the trap?"

"There's no chance." Old Abel murmured to himself with slack-eyed eyes, "He will definitely have doubts when something like this happens in actual combat this time, and there is that woman... Lance came back from a near-death situation, and she is equivalent to verifying Today's temptation! If you guess that the deaths of Adam and Kay were related to us, tell me, how could she still keep that secret? If Lance knows her identity..."

"If Lance knows his identity..." The little emperor followed in a soft voice, his expression dazed. Suddenly, a look of extreme fear flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head desperately, crying, "No! Don't! Teacher save me..." He threw himself on the ground. In front of the old man, he knelt down on the ground and buried his face between his legs.

There was a trace of pity in Abel's eyes, "So we must win this time." After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "...do whatever it takes."

"Then, Mrs. Ludwig must not let Lance tell Lance his identity first!" Bazel suddenly raised his head, and there was a sternness in his usually flat and timid eyes.

Old Abel was taken aback by this desperate ferocity, and then nodded with relief, "Baal, you have finally grown up. This time, you know what you should do, right?"

Bazel and the teacher looked at each other, turned around suddenly, and the servant came, and said coldly: "Order, stop Mrs. Ludwig and lock her up. She is not allowed to leave the palace, and no one is allowed to communicate with her!"

***

The huge black starship is firmly anchored on Marcelo, and everyone has already entered the starship to heal their wounds, and the rest are waiting nervously, but the marshal has not ordered to return for a long time.

In the room, Lance silently looked at the familiar big white ball in front of him, his face was as blank as ice, and he hadn't recovered from this fact.

Yao Zai'er ran over and pressed his chin affectionately on his knee, fluffy, waiting to be touched.

Sticking out his tongue "hahaha" for a long time, but Lance didn't move at all except looking at it. Yao Zai'er suddenly became upset and withdrew his tongue.

Wanting to prove that he was average, when the white mist cleared, a snow-white boy appeared in front of Lance. His body was smooth, and he opened his arms, waiting for him to hug him.

Lance: "..." He reached out his hand to support his forehead, looked sideways, and said in a low voice, "Put...the clothes on first."

He had already found a set of his own casual clothes for him, but just after turning back into the animal shape, they all fell to the ground automatically.

Yao Zai'er squatted on the ground obediently, and began to try hard to put on the pants, but his hands and feet were inconvenient, and his white legs kicked Lance several times by mistake, but he couldn't get them in.

Lance didn't know where to turn his eyes. He raised his head and grasped the young man's slender ankle, and said in a low voice, "Don't move..."

Yao Zai'er stopped and looked at him aggrievedly.

Lance gently took off his trousers, hooked another white boxer with his finger, and threw it on the boy's lap, "...forgot again, right? We need to wear this first."

Yao Zai'er picked up the white boxy thing, put it in front of his eyes and studied it a few times, then stuffed it into Lance's hand, looking at him expectantly.

"...wear it yourself!"

Seeing the familiar wet and pitiful expression in the young man's almond eyes again, Lance hissed silently, lowered his eyes, and discussed: "Learn how to dress yourself... be good."

"Lan...Si...help me put it on." The young man has already wrapped up his wound and drank water. His voice is clear and gentle, although it is still intermittent, it is very pleasant to listen to.

Lance couldn't help himself, he was stunned for a while, so he had to return to reality, stood up, pushed the boy onto the sofa, came to him by himself, knelt down halfway, picked up the underwear, and helped him put it on. In the middle of the leg, he taught: "This is the last time, and I will wear it by myself in the future. This is underwear, and it should be worn in the innermost part of the pants..."

"Are you wearing underwear too?" Yao Zaier suddenly asked.

Lance's hand stopped, and after more than ten seconds passed, he continued the action just now, tried to maintain calm and nodded.

"Can you let me see?" When he was still in dog form, he had never seen Lance change clothes. The man's movements were very fast every time. Now he has to learn to do these things himself, which made him feel very novel. He asked again, "Is it the same as mine?"

"What you are wearing is mine! It's the same! Just look at your own!" Lance pulled up his underwear in twos and twos, let out a breath as if he had completed a big task, and stood up.I just feel that the constant temperature facilities in the room seem to be broken, and whether the hot and dry outside is seeping in.

Yao Zai'er pointed to the outer pants, "And that one."

Lance wiped the sweat from his ears, "No more!"

"Oh."

The young man stood up, covering only a small area of ​​his body, and was about to walk out the door. Lance's forehead was bulging with veins, and he shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Go and see...Geba...Dun." The young man said clearly, word by word.

"return."

"?" Yao Zai'er was puzzled.

"Let's put on our clothes first." Lance bent down and picked up his outer pants, opened his arms towards him, his eyes softened helplessly, "I'll put them on for you, be obedient... Apollo."