desire reconciliation

Justu is used to getting up early to exercise, so he goes to work early every day.Usually, he sorts out the materials that the military department needs for Uriah to review, then makes a cup of coffee, and waits for the marshal to come to work.

He came early today as usual, but before he could make coffee, Lancelot had already arrived.

"Yo, Lancelot, why are you here so early?" Justu greeted him.

"Don't dare to neglect what the marshal told you." Lancelot took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door.

Justu was still sorting out the documents, Lancelot walked in and said to him, "Do you come so early every day?"

Justu smiled: "Yeah, am I not such a diligent person?"

"It really doesn't look like it." Lancelot was also straightforward.

Justu let out a "tss" and ignored him.

Justu handed over the sorted documents to Lancelot to finish the last work.So I got up and walked to the living room, and slowly ground the coffee beans, even using a very old hand grinder.

Lancelot heard the sound and looked towards him. Lancelot had noticed the hand grinder the first time he entered this office. He always thought it was just an antique decoration, but he didn't expect it to be real. Some people are using it.

"Want a cup of coffee?" Seeing Lancelot looking over, Justu asked.

After a few seconds, he paused and added: "But only American style."

Lancelot found it strange, and because he got up early today, he was indeed a little distracted, so he agreed.

Not long after, there was an emerald green gold-glazed ceramic coffee cup with aroma beside Lancelot.

Justu was also holding a glass and leaning against the pillar beside the French window. Seeing Lancelot pick it up and smell it, he took another two sips.

"How was my bath?" Justu asked him.

"The quality of the coffee is very good, and the technique of brewing coffee is also good." Lancelot's evaluation is very pertinent.

Justu smiled when he heard his evaluation, and said, "But your expression doesn't seem to match the evaluation. Is it because you are not used to drinking so bitterly?"

He always felt that Lancelot should not be like someone in the military, but a young master who was spoiled and raised by some family, and his coffee must be the kind with sugar and milk.

Lancelot put the coffee cup and saucer on the table.

"It just feels a little weird."

Justu: "It's strange that I still make coffee?"

Lancelot: "More than that."

He looked at the coffee cup and explained: "Since I got to know you, I have also met many people in the dungeon. I feel that the dungeon seems to be different from what I imagined or what I have come into contact with before. For example, people from the dungeon You, I don't think it's possible to go to work early or make coffee."

Justu finished his cup of coffee quickly: "Then what kind of people do you think the dungeons are like?"

"Some are lazy and unmotivated, and some are ruthless." Lancelot thought for a while, "But the few people I know from the dungeon during this time seem to be the complete opposite of what I know."

"It's true what you said. But the people in the dungeon are also human beings. They are just like the imperial nobles. It's just that because of their humble origins, there are very few chances of success or success. Almost all the roads left for them need to be used. Made of blood." Justu said, putting away his coffee cup.

"However, there are people in the dungeon who seek wealth on the tip of their swords, and of course there are people who live in peace and stability, and the latter are the real majority. Even in the darkest and most humid corners, there are people who are trying to survive. I It's also a good fate, you can only be today if you meet the boss, so can you not work hard."

Lancelot nodded when he heard his words, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his light blue eyes.

Justu felt that the atmosphere was a bit depressing: "Hahaha, let's talk about something else. In fact, there is no other reason for me to drink coffee. It was the first time I saw such a novelty when I came out of the dungeon, thinking that if I don't stay in the dungeon in the future, I will drink coffee. Live and have a drink every morning."

"Does Uriah drink coffee in the morning?" Lancelot asked.

He didn't know what was wrong, when Justu just mentioned the dungeon, the first thing that popped into his mind was Uriah.

"How can it be, he doesn't drink such bitter things. It's because of him that I can only drink American style every day."

"Why?" Lancelot wondered.

Justu's face was full of bitterness: "Because as soon as I buy milk, it will be gone before I see it, and it will all go into his stomach."

Lancelot laughed at his words.

Recalling the last time he went to Uriah's house, Lancelot couldn't help but ask, "I'm still curious why Uriah likes to drink milk so much."

Justu scratched his head and put away Lancelot's coffee cup: "I asked

He, but he didn't tell me, you can ask him to try it yourself. "

The morning chat between the two ended up discussing why Uriah liked drinking milk so much.

Maybe it was because they drank some too bitter coffee, or maybe they happened to talk about milk, Lancelot suddenly remembered the bag of milk candy that he secretly brought back from the dungeon that day.

I secretly planned in my heart, planning to go back to eat one tonight.

Lancelot: "There is a problem with the analysis of the data sent back from Zongyuan, and the data is not enough. It needs to be re-analyzed by the research institute."

Justu took the document from Lancelot, and he flipped through several pages.

"Isn't it enough to write so much? These documents seem to be similar to the ones I showed Uriah before." Justu was a little confused. There are three things in this world that he can't handle. One is interpersonal relationships, and One is this dizzying academic report.

Lancelot: "These data are all based on yesterday. Others in the military may not know about it, but the Institute of Zombies must have got the news. months, there are problems with these data.”

Justu continued flipping through the document: "The date on it is indeed today."

"Maybe you think I don't understand, so deal with me here." Lancelot pinched his brows, he was a little overwhelmed by the huge workload these days.

Lancelot didn't say that Justu really forgot about this matter, and now it's not Uriah who is in charge.The acting marshal who had just taken office on the front foot was dismounted by others on the back foot.

"The people in the research institute don't have so much thoughtfulness. If it's really about Zongyuan, even if they can't make it out overnight, they won't hand in false documents." Justu gripped the documents in his hand tightly, "This trick It’s too bad, if you see it, you can say that you didn’t pay attention, if you didn’t see it, then they have something to write about, damn, it’s really bullying people and bullying his grandfather.”

Justu thought to himself, Uriah dared to punish these idiots within two days, and he was not dead, how could it be Lancelot's turn to let others bully him.

"I'm going to check who has handled this document, and see if I can find them out." He was a little aggrieved.

"Don't worry, don't check." Lancelot stopped him.

"Ah? Why don't you investigate? These people dared to do something before Uriah left 24 hours ago.

Wait for them to push their noses to their faces?It is said that the new official has three fires when he takes office, so it’s fine if you don’t burn others, but now you are not in a hurry when someone burns your own backyard. "

Lancelot corrected him solemnly: "I am not a new official, but only a temporary agent." There was no emotion on his face, and he looked very calm.

Justu was about to laugh angrily at him, and thought that he, the eldest brother whom he had just met for a while, must not be an idiot.

"Are you sure you don't want to check?" Justu asked him.

"No investigation." Lancelot replied decisively, "You just said that the research institute will not have such crooked ideas, so is there a way for you to directly obtain the real data, but not startle the snake?"

Justu recalled for a moment: "It's simple. But I still don't understand why I didn't investigate. Letting them go like this will not restrain them in the future and will only go too far."

"Who do you think changed the papers?" Lancelot asked him.

Justu was still fighting for Lancelot: "Those who disobey you."

Lancelot stared at the pile of papers on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly: "These people can tamper with the documents related to Zombie Abyss without being discovered. Among them, the military department must have touched the core forces and contributed to the flames, but if we now Go and investigate, what can be found out will not be the real culprit behind the scenes, or it may be an abandoned son."

The subject of his sentence is "these people", not just any one.

After listening to his words, Justu also recalled the memory. To be able to secretly exchange data in such a clever way, he must know the real situation of Zongyuan, so this matter must not be done by just one or two people.

Lancelot continued: "If we can't find the real culprit in this matter, there is no need to investigate. After all, there is only one force that dares to oppose the military."

"You mean the royal family?"

Lancelot raised his eyes: "Isn't this affirmative, you just realized it now?"

"Of course I know it's from the royal family, but it's not as deep as you think." Justu hurriedly laughed.

Lancelot didn't tell the truth. He finally knew why Uriah said that Justu was not suitable to be the acting marshal.

He put his hands together and rested on his chin: "And what you said, we must not just let it go like this. We don't do it on the surface, but we still have to do something behind it. You get new data analysis first, I need Prepare materials according to those data."

Afraid that Justu would not understand why he did this, he

Added: "Since they lied about the data to us, they just want to confuse people and misjudge the situation on the front line. The military must prepare combat supplies before the war. They probably also know that the pre-war material application process for the Zerg War is cumbersome, because the Zerg War requires a machine. Armor is going on an expedition, and he has more things to prepare. Every minute and every second before the battle is life, and they want to use our hands to delay the battle."

Justu naturally didn't think as deeply as Lancelot. After hearing what Lancelot said, he suddenly realized, and his face turned red with anger.

"What else do I need to do?" Justu asked.

"You just need to help me get the correct data, and I will decide on the pre-war material preparations. However, our preparations cannot be put on the bright side. If it is really the royal family's eyeliner who came in secretly, our They will definitely know the action, and let them know that we are not easy to mess with."

Justu responded, and then he continued to do other work for a while, then suddenly turned around and said, "I always thought that you and I are almost not the kind of people who can bear their temper, just before the banquet It's the same for you to hit people, but today I've seen it again, you have to be brave, you have to hide, you are resourceful, you are far-sighted..." He was trying hard to search his vocabulary.

Seeing that Justu was not finished, Lancelot rubbed his temples and interrupted him: "Don't use idioms indiscriminately."

However, after Justu said this, Lancelot really felt that he seemed to have changed a lot. Before this matter, he would definitely have to find someone immediately, and he must investigate to find out the truth.

For some reason, Uriah's conversation between the two of them after the banquet that day suddenly flashed into his mind.

"I'm waiting."

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Just because of this little matter, Colonel Lancelot, you still have a lot to learn as an adjutant."

......

Perhaps the subtle changes cannot be seen by oneself, and only with the eyes of others can we spy on this imperceptible accumulation.

Time passed quickly, and it was already evening in a blink of an eye. The remaining sunset almost came in against the ground of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and fell on Lancelot's face with some golden warmth.

His side face was softened by the light, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. Recalling the black eyes of the man who only changed his emotions towards him, he couldn't help but smiled softly:

"Maybe it's because Marshal Uriah taught me well."