desire reconciliation

Since Uriah entered the no-man's land, the daily communication between the two was interrupted every night.

Based on the real data file returned by Justu, Lancelot drew up a list of personnel transfers and combat material preparations.

This list was not made public in the military department, but was carried out step by step by Justu secretly.

Their work does not need to be very secretive, and they even need to disclose some false information intentionally or unintentionally in order to respond to the people behind the scenes who gave them false data before.

On the side of the main star of the empire, even if the imperial marshal Uriah personally led his troops to Zongyuan, the army and the royal family would remain as usual, and the two would check and balance each other as when Uriah was there. They were in a delicate balance. They all perform their duties, and the work is carried out in an orderly manner.

But the calmness on the lake is just an appearance, and the turbulent waves hidden under the peaceful appearance became even more rampant after Uriah left.

The royal family's deployment of personnel in the military department was not only in the few years since Uriah came to power, but it had already begun to see its clues since the military department and the royal family became independent.

Uriah has been fighting against it openly and secretly over the years, but the forces with higher power and status that have penetrated into the core of the military are still difficult to shake.

Lancelot was originally the crown prince of the empire, but now he occupies the position of acting marshal, fighting wits and courage with the royal family. It feels like a flood has washed over the Dragon King Temple.

But in fact, the power of the royal family does not come from the same person. After years of division, the royal family is no longer the old emperor's single hand.

Even if Lancelot is also a member of the royal family, he still needs to distinguish whether other royal forces are loyal to him or not.

Uriah had only been away for a few days, and the number of people who came to find trouble for him could not be counted.

Leaving aside some insidious tricks, there are quite a few people who come up to find trouble in the open.

For example, now, Lancelot is blocked on the only way from the military building back to the dormitory.

This is already the third day today who came to him for a duel.

Lancelot rubbed his hair indiscriminately. He also wanted to go back to do mecha simulation training sooner. After finally finishing the messy affairs in the military department, someone came to disturb his quietness.

There were four people blocking him, and the shortest one was half a head taller than him.

Before those people could make trouble, Lancelot spoke first, with a very impatient tone: "Speak, what do you want? What do you want?"

One of the brown haired Al

Pha took a few steps forward, and his strong muscles tightened the black short T. Lancelot really couldn't understand this kind of wild muscles and the smell of this group of people, so he took a step back subconsciously.

It was a disgusting gesture, but in the eyes of the other party, it seemed to be afraid of showing weakness, which made the brown-haired Alpha laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, is Marshal Little Beauty scared?"

Lancelot thought to himself that the brains of these people were really filled with muscles just like their appearance.

Lancelot was even more upset when he was provoked by the phrase "beauty", and started his traditional performing arts, memorizing military regulations.

"Article 4 of Chapter 13 of the military regulations of the military department, there must be no rumor-mongering remarks, no private comments about superiors, and no insulting titles for superiors."

The Alpha in the lead laughed again: "Hahahahahahaha, Mr. Acting Marshal, you are really exactly the same as the rumors, except that you memorize the military regulations, I think you should stop being an acting Marshal and go back to the academy Go and be your Sanhao student milk doll."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "Have you ever heard of courtesy before soldiers?"

Seeing a few Alphas who didn't respond, I was a little confused by his sudden question.

Lancelot said: "Oh, it's impossible for seniors not to have heard of it. I have taken it in the strategy and tactics class in the second year of the college and the interpersonal communication class in the third year of the college. There is also Article 2 of Chapter 64 of the military regulations. , if the subordinate does not obey the command, one warning, and the punishment for the second offense can be completely decided by the superior on the premise of not harming life."

The tone of his words changed a thousand times, and those Alphas were so mocking that they were directly annoyed.

Lancelot smiled contemptuously: "That is to say, if you dare to yell once, you will be directly disabled. According to military regulations, I will take the blame? If you have something to say, hurry up."

The three Alphas standing behind were also red-eyed with anger at this time, and they wanted to go forward but were blocked by the leader's brown-haired Alpha.

He yelled in a low voice: "Follow the plan."

The three Alphas looked like they were going to be blown out of anger, but they still listened to the words of the leader and were stopped by him.

He said to Lancelot again: "We are not here for a duel today, but we just want to report something to you."

Lancelot is now the acting marshal, so he is naturally obliged to listen to the opinions of his subordinates, but let alone that it is not working time, he has never seen such an angry person reporting the situation.

Menacing to block people.

And he would rather have come to him for a duel, because he felt that the duel would be resolved more quickly.

Lancelot replied patiently: "You can report the situation to Colonel Justu during working hours tomorrow."

He was about to leave after speaking, but was stopped again.

"We've been waiting for you here for a long time, can't you just listen to us?"

"If you have time to wait here, it's better to go directly to the military building. If the situation is true, you can directly contact the marshal. Why wait here? If you have anything to say, just say it directly, without beating around the bush."

In the effort of these few words, Lancelot has seen the four people in front of him look at the terminal more than once, as if waiting for some opportunity or someone.

The lie was easily exposed, but the four people in front of them did not make any further moves.

Seeing that Lancelot was about to go around them again, there were a few rustling sounds from the bushes beside the road.

The Alpha in the lead heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice, and said, "It's finally here, let's go."

Lancelot is still [-]% sure that he will hit four, but from what they said and the movement in the bushes, it seems that there are more than four people coming this time.

Lancelot is an Omega. As stated in his resume, he lacks stamina, but fortunately, he has strong mental strength. Coupled with years of training, his explosive power can surpass more than [-]% of the Alpha in the military.

Strong explosive power, he has an absolute advantage in a battle with a small number of people, but if the number of people increases, it will be a protracted battle, and a battle that requires high physical endurance is a fatal shortcoming for him.

Lancelow intends to make a quick decision and try to use the least physical strength to solve the troubles in front of him.

Hearing those four Alphas roared, they rushed straight towards Lancelot. Lancelot stood still and quickly searched for flaws in those people.

In a blink of an eye, Alpha, who was leading the charge, had already rushed in front of Lancelot. He leaned over to avoid the punch that hit him directly in the face, swept his leg over the Alpha that was caught by him, and then backhanded the man. It fell to the ground with a "bang".

The Alpha who was knocked down didn't seem to realize what was going on. The carp tried to stand up again, but another companion flew over from Lancelot and hit him directly. He was smashed "Aw" has to be called out

sound.

Then there was the third one, the fourth one, and finally the Alpha at the bottom was overwhelmed and was directly crushed and passed out.

The four Alphas covered in sinew were piled up on one side of the road like a Jenga. Lancelot also considered that placing them horizontally in the middle of the road would block the way of others, so he deliberately aimed at the road when the final blow side.

It does not waste physical strength and takes up public resources, which kills two birds with one stone.

The brown-haired Alpha was crushed under the two people just now, struggling to break free, his chin hit the ground directly, and he still yelled: "Lancelot, wait, they won't let you go!"

Lancelot patted the dust on himself, but his attention was always focused on the grass that had been moving before.

The brown-haired Alpha struggled for a long time and couldn't get up, staring at the grass with wide eyes.

The grass swayed a few more times, and a man in black clothes and black pants jumped out of it: he was about to merge with the darkness: "Who do you think will not let our beauty marshal go?"

"Justu?" Lancelot was a little puzzled.

"Why are you! Where's Seth?!" the brown-haired Alpha yelled.

Justu slowly slapped off the branches and leaves that had just gotten into the grass and hung on his body. He held a rope in his hand and pulled it with little force. A row of gagged faces fell out of the grass like pigs' heads. people.

Just like pulling the thread ends on a sweater, you can't finish pulling a large piece.

Justu pulled out seven or eight in a row, but he still hasn't seen them all.

"You mean these rubbish? Which one is called Seth, come out, your friend is looking for you."

Although there was a smile in his words, there was a stern look in his eyes. When he swept across the faces of everyone, everyone showed the look of seeing a ghost.

Seeing that no one agreed, Justu asked again: "There is no one named Seth? Think it over, it's okay not to admit it, but you won't have a chance to admit it later."

Those people didn't know what kind of ecstasy drug was given to them by Justu, and they couldn't stop shaking when they heard him speak.

"The last three seconds, think clearly. One, two..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......uuuuuuuuuu" At last one of the people tied up by him fell out.

Justu crossed his arms and kicked the man who admitted to be Seth into the middle of the road.

He asked Lancelot: "Marshal Belle, is this

How do some people deal with it? "

Lancelot stepped forward, not intending to take the thing out of his mouth: "Which one of you will speak first?"

Justu also came around from the other side: "If you ask them like this, they will definitely not say it. How can you be so gentle in extorting a confession." As he said, he bent down and knelt down, grabbed Seth's hair with one hand, and pulled his head Pick it up, "Don't tell me, right?"

His tone was flat, but his attack was extremely brutal. In the next second, he smashed the man's head on the ground, making a loud "boom".

When the man's head was pulled up again by Justu, it was already bloody.

Justu didn't intend to stop, but smashed his head to the ground several times.

The companions who were tied up at the side were all frightened by the scene and turned their faces away.

This man named Seth was also tough, even though he had been beaten so hard by Justu that he couldn't see his facial features, he still didn't make a sound.

Justu: "Speak up if you want to."

The strength of the Alpha race is stronger than that of ordinary people, let alone a professionally trained person like Justu.

Seth was hit by him four or five times in a row, and the ground was stained with blood in the shape of a human face.

Lancelot had never seen such a fierce and violent Justus, and the man in his hand was about to die.

In the end, the brown-haired Alpha who was still under the crowd on the other side spoke first.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! I say! I say!"

Justu grabbed the man's head and stopped in mid-air. The man's face had already been bloodied beyond recognition.

Justu let go of the hand holding his hair, and the head held by him hit the ground again due to inertia. He took out a square towel from his waist pocket and wiped his hands.

"If you want to say it, then say it."

The brown-haired Alpha frowned, with a ferocious expression.

Seeing that he did not speak for a long time, Justu stretched out his legs and kicked the weak breathing man on the ground.

The brown-haired Alpha yelled loudly: "Don't touch my brother!"

Justu: "Yo, so it's my younger brother. You should have stopped me earlier. How could you let my younger brother be beaten like this?"

There are only a few street lights on this path at night, and when Justu said this, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was even more gloomy under the dim light.

The brown-haired Alpha let out a foul breath: "It's from the royal family! We are all working hard for the royal family."

Justu: "Speak carefully, use your toes

If you want to know that you are a member of the royal family, let me ask you, who is connecting with you, and how many people in the military department are the royal family's eyeliner. "

"do not know."

Justu impatiently kicked the person on the ground again, the person's eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't know if he was still angry.

Alpha shouted: "I really don't know! They are all using anonymous terminals to contact us."

Just when Justu was about to kick again, Lancelot stopped him.

"Why do you want to help the royal family?" Lancelot asked.

"Help? Colonel, are you kidding? The lives of people like us who came out of the dungeon, even Alpha, are so despicable, how can we say 'help'?"

The more he said, the more emotional he became, "We are loyal to our faith with our lives! The royal family, the Elliott family, are gods alive! We all believe in gods and advocate freedom!"

The empire did have a group of loyal supporters of the royal family, but Lancelot never expected to see them at the military headquarters.

Moreover, this person said that he was born in the dungeon. Because of historical problems, almost all people in the dungeon hate the royal family.

Lancelot frowned and looked at the people in front of him. This was the first time he had directly faced such royal supporters. They were more than just supporting the royal family.

too much.

Thinking of this, Lancelot once again wavered in the royal family's policy of governing the empire.

Justu: "Since you were born in the dungeon, you don't know that Marshal Uriah has been fighting for the interests of the dungeon. Why do you want to join the royal family?"

Alpha suddenly laughed: "What is Uriah? Can he feed my younger brothers and sisters? My sister was hanged at home. Where is your great hero, Marshal Uriah?"

"It's a member of the royal family! He fed us, healed my younger brother, gave me hope, and gave me the motivation to live. They are not gods! Don't let us kidnap you, even if they let me I am willing to die!"

Lancelot smiled at his words.

This smile angered Alpha even more: "Don't you have any ideas! Uriah is a waste who eats and waits to die every day! If you help him, you are helping the evil! The royal family is the God of this world!"

Lancelot squatted on the ground, looking down at the man on the ground, "Ask me if I have any ideas

?Of course there is. "

"I think the Military Academy needs to revise its teaching plan, so as not to teach you such unruly and incompetent garbage."

Alpha was so angry that he couldn't speak coherently, "You...you are just a Beta, what right do you have to dare to talk to me like that..."

"Ah? What are you talking about? If you can't beat it, just say it. If you can't say it, you are now engaging in sexism? I don't think this is the fault of the teaching team of the college, it should be the fault of the admissions office. , and it shatters into crumbs when you touch it."

Lancelot's light blue eyes were half-closed, and he looked at the man on the ground.

"What qualifications do you ask me? Because I am the acting marshal now, because I am a colonel because I have a higher military rank than you, or because I am stronger than you with a Beta fist, and you can only lie on the ground and talk to me because I beat you?"

It is sad and ridiculous that a person who discriminates against Beta can't even beat Beta, and asks him what qualifications he has.

Alpha sneered: "People like you who are born with a golden spoon in their mouths will not understand our suffering. It is useless to talk too much. If you want to kill me, you will come at me. It has nothing to do with them."

Justu was stunned: "Yo, let's play sensational here, and sensationalism is useless to me."

Lancelot was afraid that Eustue would die if he fought like this again, so he first asked, "What's your name?"

Alpha: "Rip."

Justu: "This name is outrageous..."

Lancelot: "Okay, Rip. I don't know your past, and I don't want to know your past. I just want to tell you that you lost to me today because of your recklessness, your incompetence, not because of you birth and life experience."

"Marshal Uriah's contribution to the empire and the dungeon is obvious to all. He does not seek fame or profit, and is willing to fight against the imperial power for the empire and for the civilians in the dungeon. He is regarded as a hero by the people."

"To be a hero is to do charity. No one has the obligation to fight against the royal family for insignificant people. Heroes are also human beings. It is nonsense to say that heroes should save the common people and appear at the most critical moment."

"You have too much twisted heroism to say 'my savior didn't come to save me' because of your own incompetence, and claiming to be a victim but always thinking of inflicting pain on the helper. incompetent

sympathetic to each other. "

His words were not loud, but they were especially loud in this quiet night, and he was a well-trained soldier, so it was hard not to hear them.

These people who attacked were more or less related to the royal family, and those words were so loud that they were only said to Rip, but in fact, everyone couldn't bear it.

Justu squatted on the steps beside him, turning the knife in his hand: "What are you going to do with these people? If you don't like it, you can kill them. I know a place where you will never be found when you throw the corpse."

Those people were quite frightened by Justu's words.

Lancelot stood up, and said to the people lying on the ground in a state of disarray in the grass: "Tomorrow morning I will see all of your retirement applications."

Justu also cooperated very well with an eye knife and killed him.

"Mmmmmm....mmmmm"

"Uh-huh"

Their mouths were gagged and they could only produce monosyllabic tones similar to whimpers.

"Let's go." Lancelot said.

"Ah? Let's go now? Don't ask anymore? If you don't want to do it, let me do it." Justu put away the knife with one hand, and followed Lancelot's pace.

"Hey? What kind of eyes are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Justu said and touched his face.

Lancelot felt that the current Justu was just like the Justu he knew, not the terrifying man who exuded murderous intent just now.

"No. I'm a little surprised that I haven't seen you like that."

Justu said "Oh", "I think it's okay? I used to work as a debt collector in the dungeon before, so I'm familiar with it hahahaha."

Lancelot was silent for a while, and asked, "Has Uriah done it before?"

Justu: "Debt collection? No, I didn't know my boss when I was collecting debts. But why are you asking this?"

Lancelot: "Just ask."

Justuben was following Lancelot, smelling gossip, he walked up to Lancelot with small steps, and walked side by side with him.

Justu: "You want to know what the boss was like before?"

Lancelot didn't look at him, and quickened his pace: "Just asking casually."

Justu: "Oh, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you. Boss didn't do anything in the dungeon before, he just fought and fought anyone he saw. I've always suspected that the reason I'm not as good as Uriah now is because I fought when I was young."

Play less. "

Lancelot thought of something, and suddenly stood still and asked him: "I don't want to know this, I just want to know if Uriah will be like you just now... For example, if he finds out that someone has lied to him, he Will you also beat the person up, and then rub the person's face on the ground?"

Justu felt that what he said was a little funny: "No way, the boss didn't know what medicine he took wrongly before, and fought with people every day. For a while, I don't know what happened to him and his temperament changed drastically, so he didn't fight much. And the boss has more brains than me, I can beat people at most, if the boss doesn't do it himself, he will make life worse than death for the people he doesn't like."

Lancelot suddenly hesitated whether to tell Uriah his true identity.

He said before that it's not the right time, but if there is such a time, can he really say it?

Say I'm a member of your hostile royal family, or the prince of the empire?

The crown prince of the empire is now appointed as an acting marshal, and it will make people laugh out loud. It may not take the second day. After several years, the previous suspicions were finally cleared up, and the promoter of everything was actually this person!

And [-]% of people will regard this as fake news.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Justu waved his hand in front of him.

"Brother? Are you listening?"

Lancelot came back to his senses, "I'm listening. It's okay, I just asked casually, go back and rest early."

Justu nodded. He always felt that there was something wrong with Lancelot, but he couldn't tell, so he didn't ask him any more. After saying goodbye to him, he went back to his dormitory.

It was rare for Lancelot not to go to training, he went directly to his room, took a bath and went to bed.

But when he woke up the next morning, the layout of the dormitory was not the same as before he went to bed.