desire reconciliation

A week ago, Lancelot's dormitory was still full of shards of glass, and the next day Justu was waiting at his door to repair the glass.

At first Lancelot was a little surprised when he saw him. He didn't know why Justu suddenly came to him at the peak of the flow of people. He grunted and brought in a new piece of glass.

"Uriah asked you to come?" Lancelot asked.

"Who else could he be?"

Lancelot has been in the military for three years, and he is deeply impressed by the troubles in the military. He has applied for half a month for his bathtub, and there are still a lot of inspections and reviews.

If the glass is broken, it is estimated that someone from the investigation team will have to investigate why the glass was broken and when it was broken, and then ask a lot of strange questions.Lancelot felt a headache just thinking about it.

Justu had a dark face and hadn't said much since he entered the door. He kept knocking on the glass. Lancelot wanted to help him, but there seemed to be nothing he could do. He stood on the side table look at him.

"The process of applying for this piece of glass is not easy."

When Justu heard him say this, he paused, and said in a straight voice: "I will go through fire and water for my elder brother, and I will not hesitate to transport a piece of glass from the logistics department to put it on!"

"They didn't ask you what this piece of glass is for?"

But to be honest, Youstu is usually a fool, but just now he looks like a soldier when his face is dark and serious, but he is only handsome for three seconds.

Justu was instantly discouraged, and Lancelot, who looked aside, seemed to have tears in his eyes: "Do you know how many similar things I have to help Uriah deal with every month! What kind of marshal and adjutant am I?" , I am clearly the marshal's nanny!"

Lancelot was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect him to react like this: "Then...then why don't we become nanny...adjutant?"

Yusu turned his head back and began to knock the glass: "You can get away from the sanctuary, and the nanny will be a nanny."

Lancelot comforted: "But Uriah really trusts you so he dares to entrust you with these things."

When Justu heard what he said, the hand that knocked on the glass stopped again, and turned to look at him: "Shouldn't trusting me entrust me with the responsibility of the country in times of crisis? At least it should be more important than knocking on the glass." Let's be more handsome!"

"There are so many times of crisis." Lancelot

He gave him a blank look.

Justu thought for a while, and continued to tap and tap: "That's true. Compared with emergency situations every day, I still prefer to be Uriah's nanny on such peaceful days."

Lancelot: "But having said that, I only found out some time ago that you and Uriah graduated in the same semester?"

"Yes, we came from the dungeon together." Justu said carelessly.

Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you also from the dungeon?"

"Yeah." Justu realized something was wrong after he blurted out, he slapped his forehead, "Damn, the information on my resume is false, don't tell others."

Lancelot was puzzled: "What about the one from the dungeon? Why is this fake?"

Justu threw the hammer: "The problem from the dungeon is serious."

Just when Justu was about to explain to him, he heard him say: "Because you both came from the dungeon, are you afraid that someone will think you are from the same force?"

"You can do it, kid, you have good understanding." Justu said.

"No, this is just for the public to see. If the same force really infiltrated the military headquarters, or reached the level of the marshal, isn't this the most basic thing to avoid? There is no other reason?"

Justu was choked by his words. You must know that it took a lot of time for Uriah to let him understand this point. How did Lancelot become the most basic?

"Well, it's just that you need to forge your identity anyway."

Lancelot didn't ask any more questions, but asked something else: "You all came from the dungeon, so you should have known each other a long time ago?"

"Yeah, I've known Uriah for a long time. He took me to fight when I was young."

"Since childhood?"

"About eight or nine years old?"

"What about your parents and family?"

"Parents and family? I don't have that kind of thing." After finishing speaking, Justu felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit bad, and continued: "I have been in the dungeon since I can remember, and the organization I was in at that time was not very good to me."

He paused as he said, "At the time, I just thought it wasn't very good, but when I grew up, I realized that it seemed like abuse."

Lancelot: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention your sadness."

Justu patted him and picked up the hammer: "What's so sad about this? Isn't it more attractive for a man with such a past? I just haven't looked for it these days.

If someone is talking, continue to listen to me. "

For a moment, Lancelot didn't know whether to say he was optimistic or stupid: "Okay, you go ahead, I'll get you a cup of tea."

Justu pushes forward: "Is there any coffee?"

"Yes, wait."

Justu was proficient in his business skills, and the glass was installed soon. Holding the coffee handed over by Lancelot, he continued: "Come, come, let me tell you about Uriah's heroic deeds."

Justu: "I think if we want to talk about it, we should start from the time when I first met Uriah."

"You don't know how handsome Uriah was then."

"How handsome?" Lancelot was very cooperative.

Justu cleared his throat: "At that time, the door was kicked open by him with a 'snap', the dust was flying, and when the light came in, I only saw his outline, even if it was an outline, I could also see his confidence Show off."

"Then he walked into me and I saw his head was broken and blood was running down his forehead covering half of one eye."

"Uriah squatted down and asked me, 'Would you like to come with me?'"

Lancelot couldn't help complaining: "Don't you think this is very similar to the plot of an idol drama?"

Justu: "Hey, listen to me first."

He talked more and more vigorously, and even added actions: "I was completely dumbfounded at the time, because we were in opposing camps. He asked me if I wanted to go with him. I thought he was going to take me as a hostage. Of course I didn't." Let's go!" As he spoke, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Thinking about it now, I find it ridiculous. At that time, my skinny appearance and my status in the organization made me not qualified to be a hostage."

"Then Uriah asked the most handsome sentence I've ever heard in my life." After Justu finished speaking, he deliberately paused for a while to show off.

"What did Uriah say?"

"Don't you yearn for freedom?" Justu shook his head vividly.

He listened to Justu's words in a relaxed and happy manner, but when he said these words, Lancelot still felt a little shocked.

Afterwards, Justu told a lot of stories about them in the dungeon, about how Uriah taught them a lesson when they were raped by others, about how they disguised themselves to steal information, and many experiences of life and death.

When Lancelot heard those stories, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He thought that the powerful Marshal Uriah also had an unknown past, and there were times when he desperately tried to survive.for that

For them at that time, it was not easy to survive.

From Justu's words, it is not difficult to feel that his trust and admiration for Uriah come from the heart.

Even he said it himself, he knew that Uriah would bother him to do a lot of trivial things in life because of too many rules in the military department, although on the surface he was unwilling, but in fact it was just a lip service between friends Fun can be understood, so even if the things Uriah entrusted to him are trivial things, he will earnestly complete them.

Lancelot was not much of a gossip, and had never heard a story told for so long.

I don't know if it's because Justu's way of telling the story is too fascinating, or the story itself, he just heard the dark from the dawn.

In the end, because the door of his own dormitory was not closed, Uriah slipped Justuti out when he came back.

A week later, Lancelot stood by the window looking at the clear glass, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was a knock on the door.

He came back to his senses, walked over and reached out to open the door. It was Marshal Uriah who came next door. He should be still in the office at this time to deal with business. I don’t know how to come here today. Lancelot was a little strange. He looked up. Look at him and say hello.

The person at the door smiled at him gentlemanly: "Are you free to come out now?"

Lancelot nodded when he heard that, thinking that he had some business to do, he didn't think much about it, and followed Uriah's pace, not caring that he was completely unable to go out to work.

Just before going out for two steps, the person in front of him stopped, turned around and looked at him: "Stretch out your hand."

Lancelot stared at him and frowned. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he stretched out his left hand without asking too much.

"Right hand."

Uriah still had a faint smile on his face, Lancelot hesitated for a moment, and obediently stretched out his right hand.

Feeling the warm touch of the skin, Ulias firmly grasped his wrist and moved it to the side. The person in front of him swiped the terminal on his wrist on the door of his dormitory. After that, he still didn't let go of his wrist, just being held and suspended in mid-air.

Lancelot watched as the man in front of him tapped on the panel on the door a few times, and then tapped on his own terminal a few times.

After some operations, Uriah grabbed Lancelot's wrist and locked the door of his dormitory.

Brush it up.

Then the door opened with a beep.

Lancelot: "?"

Before he realized what was going on, Uriah pushed the door open and walked in. Lancelot's wrist was held by him and he had no choice but to follow in.

The layout of the military dormitory was decorated according to uniform standards, but when Lancelot saw Marshal Uriah's dormitory, he felt that the man in front of him didn't take military regulations very seriously.

Marshal Uriah's dormitory is much larger than his, and the living and living are on one side. If you only look at this side, it seems to be no different from his dormitory.

But the problem was on the other side, and there was no room for the other side in his dormitory.

In the area that is more than the average dormitory, there are three mechanical equipment needed for physical training, and there is even a mecha simulator that is almost as high as the ceiling near the balcony.

He couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart.

"I came back late at night. If you want to train later, you can come to me. I will send you a message before I come back." Uriah looked at him and said.

Lancelot didn't answer his words, but moved his wrist slightly.

Uriah had paid too much attention to Lancelot's expression just now, forgetting that he was still holding him, so he let go of his hand quickly, and coughed a little awkwardly.

"You usually train in the dormitory?" Lancelot asked him, retracted his outstretched hand, and moved his wrist again.

Uriah touched his nose with a guilty conscience: "Yes... yes, otherwise, how can I maintain such a good figure hahaha."

Lancelot let out an "oh" and didn't ask any more questions. He approached the three machines and brushed his fingers lightly over them.

He had just finished taking a shower, and Uriah called out his hair in a half-dry state. It was hanging limply, and he was only wearing a thin white shirt on his upper body.

The light of the setting sun shines in the room through the windows, and the light has a good angle with the ground. From the perspective of Uriah, the light hits him directly, from the hair, to the side face, to his body. Every part of his body was smudged with soft light, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and Uriah could even see the looming lines of his body through his clothes. His white fingers gently rubbed the silver-black metal. , Uriah's throat rolled unconsciously as he watched with downcast eyes.

He was suddenly concerned about letting Lancelot come to him every day for training.

doubts about the correctness of the matter.

In other words, he had doubts about his self-control.

Uriah couldn't help but pinched himself fiercely with his hands behind his back.

"Marshal Uriah, with the intensity of your training, how can these equipment be so new, without even a speck of dust?"

Uriah's eyelids twitched when he heard this, but he had already figured out how to deal with it, and when he was about to speak, his eyes met a pair of light blue eyes first.

Those eyes just stared at him quietly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as clear as a still spring, as if they could see everything in this world, and even the darkness could not escape and hide under the gaze of these eyes.

All the words that came to his lips fell apart in an instant.

"Have you noticed? You never say what you want." Uriah could only raise his eyes to meet him.

This time, Lancelot was puzzled. He didn't know why Uriah said these words so suddenly.

Uriah closed the door softly, walked to him and continued, "I've read your information, and there are two things that surprised me."

"I was very surprised at the time. Your grades in all items met the standard. Most people at your level would eagerly apply to the mecha department. I also asked you before. You said you liked mechas very much, but you didn't report."

Lancelot was listening silently, staring at the clean ground without answering.

He has cultivated how to remain rational since he was a child, especially after the gender differentiation five years ago, he will no longer easily believe in sensibility just because he "likes".

Sensibility is worthless in his world.

"What you don't know is that the instructors of the mecha department feel that it's a pity to lose such a good seed like you."

When Lancelot heard his words, he felt inexplicably nervous, as if something was about to come out.

He is always looking for the optimal solution to everything, but never asks what he wants.

When rationality was dissected, the deeper desire buried in his heart was taken out by the man in front of him, unfolded, and spread flat in front of him.

Seeing him lower his head, Uriah raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, his tone slowed down a bit: "Like is not a scourge, you can make good use of it."

Lancelot's gaze met Uriah's, only to realize that the man's gaze had never moved away from him.

His lips moved, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton.

No sound.

Uriah: "With me, you can say out loud what you want."

"The marshal is really a nice guy." Lancelot didn't know how to reply.

Uriah looked at him, with a faint gleam in his eyes, only to hear Lancelot continue: "You are the type I am least good at dealing with."

Uriah smiled, looked away, and did not respond.

Lancelot no longer asked why the devices in this room were so new, but instead asked, "Have you checked Bentley?"

Uriah's index finger curled up and tapped on his chin: "I did check it, the information on Bentley's disguise is really comprehensive, if you hadn't reminded me, I really wouldn't have noticed him."

"What have you found?" Lancelot asked, turning to him.

"The emperor's confidant has been by the emperor's side since he was a child, and he helped him in the struggle for the throne. But what I want to know the most, I haven't found out." There are not so many constraints in the dormitory, so Uriah picked it up and put it on From the silver carved cigarette case on the wine red cabinet, I took out one and lit it.

Lancelot stared at his hand holding the cigarette: "I have a guess. I don't know if Marshal Uriah wants to hear it."

"I want to hear it." Uriah said directly.

He came back directly from the office just now, and he didn't even take off his coat. Now he was wearing a black formal suit, which made his figure even more upright. Even the row of buttons on his shirt was buttoned up neatly. And domineering.

Uriah was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his slender legs crossed, he looked up at Lancelot, his obsidian-like eyes were dark and deep, as if they were attractive, people couldn't help but look at him.Thin lips took a sip of the cigarette, and while exhaling, beautiful and regular smoke rings slipped out of his lips, and slowly spread out in the small world in front of him.

Picturesque eyebrows, intoxicating smoke, wordless sexiness.

Lancelot stared at the smoke ring that drifted further and further away: "I know that in order to check and balance your marshal's rights, the royal family has been arranging jobs for you that were not originally marshal's jobs since you came to power, but your It is impossible for the royal family not to know about your background, perhaps it is because you were born in a dungeon that they dared to let you sit in this position."

There was some seriousness in his tone.

"Maybe they only thought of you as a puppet at the beginning, but you were an accident. During the five years as a marshal, you have more power than the royal family in the military department and even the entire empire."

popular support.The old emperor is a man with a strong desire for control and ambition, and you, the interstellar imperial god of war, the glorious morning star of mankind, is his thorn in the flesh.In addition to arranging extra work for you, he is also continuously placing his eyeliner in the military. "

Uriah was a little surprised to hear him say so many words at once: "Are you praising me in disguise by saying so much?"

Lancelot glanced at him: "It's okay if you think so."

With a smile on the corner of Uriah's mouth, he motioned for him to continue.

After analyzing the advantages, Lancelot continued to list: "You don't have the support of nobles or any party behind you, and you can only use a very passive way to eliminate dissidents for these behaviors. I know you are a smart person, use your way It is indeed possible to check and balance the forces of all parties, but if my observation is correct, since the last regular personnel transfer of the military department, the royal family's eyeliner placed in the military department has suddenly increased a lot, and it is no longer the shrimp soldiers and crab generals before. There are people like the emperor's cronies."

Uriah narrowed his eyes slightly, brushed the cigarette ash with his fingers, and looked at him with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Lancelot said so much, and almost everything was on point.

He still didn't change his face: "So I speculate that the royal family may make some big moves in the near future."

Uriah looked at him and touched his chin with interest: "Sometimes I wonder who you are."

Lancelot was taken aback, and subconsciously replied: "Maybe I am an undercover agent sent by the royal family?"

Uriah's eyes narrowed even deeper. He raised the corners of his mouth and leaned forward and said, "Do you know what happens to the undercover agents of the royal family?"

Lancelot shook his head.

Uriah withdrew his body: "You don't want to know." His tone seemed to scare the children: "So if you are really an undercover agent sent by the royal family, you are welcome to turn your back on the dark and join the arms of our military department at any time."

Lancelot also joked, and replied: "Okay."

Uriah: "Want to practice today?"

Lancelot shook his head. He was dragged over just after taking a bath. Although he likes to take a bath, he can't take it twice a day, and it's still Tuesday.He thought for a while: "Tomorrow. My training is all [-], four days a week."

Uriah was once again worried about his body, Omega trained harder than Alpha, could this be bearable?he looked at lan

There was something wrong with Sloat's eyes, but an inappropriate idea popped up in his heart.

He was suddenly glad that he was an Alpha, and Lancelot was an Omega, but if it wasn't the current gender, if they were really together, it would be hard to tell who would overwhelm the other.

Of course, Lancelot didn't know what Uriah was thinking just now. Seeing that nothing happened, he got up and prepared to go back to his dormitory. Before he left, he turned around, his light blue eyes shone slightly, and looked at The people inside said sincerely, "Uriah, thank you."

Uriah didn't come to his senses because of this thank you for a long time. This was the first time Lancelot accepted his kindness so frankly.