desire reconciliation

The ambiguous little emotions aroused by the first newsletter sent by Uriah disappeared when he saw the second newsletter, and Lancelot was very angry.

How can you make fun of people like this?

He couldn't get angry, so he simply stopped thinking about it and continued to deal with the work of acting as the marshal.

It has been nearly 20 days since Uriah set off. The current situation is that the royal family is pressing the heavy carrier spaceship to put pressure on the military. Those who are pampered by the royal family every day will naturally not know the importance of supplies to the front line , What they did was to take this opportunity to win the hearts of the people and talk about beautiful things.

Lancelot got up early on the first day he came back to work, and arrived at the office before Justus. He reviewed the work that he missed in the past few days. When Justus came, the two talked the recent situation.

Justu talked about his concerns: "I still feel that something is wrong. The training time for the students of this year's Mecha Department is too short. Even if the mechas are not warmed up, they will go to the battlefield. Wouldn't it be courting death if they go there? Let alone one and a half months, even if the proficiency is less than half of what it takes to go to the battlefield in two or three months, manual control requires proficiency, which is the muscle memory accumulated over time."

Lancelot saw that he hadn't come to his senses until now, and sorted out the materials in his hand and replied: "The mech department competition is just a cover. In the mecha department competition, the people from the military department won To be the first, to stabilize the morale of the army before the war is what Uriah really wants to do."

Justu: "Huh? What do you mean? Isn't the mecha department also belongs to the military department? What do you mean by letting the people in the military department take the lead?"

Lancelot explained to him: "You have been in the military department longer than me, so you naturally know that the mecha department has a very special status in the military department. It is not a subordinate unit of any department. It can be said that it is parallel to the military department. It exists. This Zerg war came too suddenly and too coincidentally. Now it can be said that the military department is undergoing a major blood change. People from the military department and the royal family are mixed in a pot of soup. Everyone wants to eat meat. Many old people A generation of powerful mecha operators have certain rights and voice in the military. They may only be neutral in the struggle between the military and the royal family, but they are also smart people. A simple graduation test for freshmen is actually watched by anyone with a discerning eye, because this competition determines their future standing and who they will bet on."

Justu recalled: "I just said why so many freshmen in the Mecha Department are recommended to come in.

Yes, those recommended to come in are quite capable. I really think they are talented. From this point of view, these people may not be 'new mechas', but people who were inserted in for the final competition. If If so, wouldn't we be at a disadvantage here? "

Lancelot shook the documents in his hands, straightened them up, and looked up at Justu: "Do you think I'm dead?"

Justu slandered, thinking that you are also a cucumber who has only been in the mecha department for more than a month. If those students who seem to have good talents are really veterans, then what are the chances of winning this competition against Lancelot?

Just as he was about to sneer, he suddenly recalled that Uriah had seized his dormitory before, so he went to the military department to apply for a bunch of equipment, including the mech simulator, and the two of them went to JP- At star 142, Lancelot asked Yuan Yunlang for complete mental control.

Justu: "...Don't tell me, you want to use full mental power to control the competition?" Justu asked.

Lancelot replied easily: "It's up to 80% now, but there is still more than a month, it should be too late. If you have full mental power control, I don't think it's a big problem to bring down you, the seventh in the year."

Justu's attention was not focused on the arrogant words of the young man in front of him saying that his strength was not as good as his own, but instead he focused on other places: "No, brother, now the military generally uses at most 20% of mental power to control, and the most is no more than 60%, your old man will just go straight to 80%, I used 50% when I was studying, and my head is almost dying, I know how uncomfortable it is to oppress the brain, and your compression training like this is just to encourage growth.”

Lancelot: "It's okay for me to train Uriah in this way. I will not break the limit of my body in pursuit of speed. I can tell which is more important. As for the oppression of the brain you mentioned , I really haven't felt it, maybe this is the difference between double S-level and A-level?" He said and cast a somewhat smug look at Justu.

Justu: "..." Two days ago, I asked this scary Omega with high mental strength to help me fight, so I forgot about it now.

Justu: "If you treat me as fart, you can do whatever you want if you have high mental strength. During my training, I also stared at it to see if I could pick some good seedlings."

Lancelot said "Yes", and then asked: "How did you go about what you said before?"

Sample? "

Justu knew what he was asking, and sent him a document through the terminal.

Justu: "Everything is ready as you said. There are 139 light warships and 6 heavy warships docked in the headquarters of the military headquarters and surrounding satellites. There are 76 light warships and 3 heavy warships stationed in foreign aircraft and remote stars. All of them are in wartime mode, all personnel are in place. A total of 306 mercenary mech operators in the dungeon were recruited, 83 of whom passed the test, and 13 of them had S-level or higher mental strength."

Lancelot's eyes lingered between the lines of numbers, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Justu asked him from the side: "There is no problem with warships entering the wartime mode, but I don't understand why they need to be recruited in the dungeon. Those who know how to operate mechas are almost all from star thieves, and the mechas they operate are all from the black market." Bought from the Internet and refitted many times, even if there are not enough imperial mechs and operators, it is impossible to hire these people on the bright side.”

Lancelot: "These people are just in case they are needed, and they are not needed now."

It's not unreasonable for Lancelot to do this. He has no idea how loyal the people in the mecha department are to the military department. According to the current level of chaos in the royal family, it's hard to guarantee that they didn't extend their hands here. If they really went to the battlefield, these people would temporarily The loss caused by treason is not measured by money, but by life.

Lancelot didn't know if the old emperor would take human life as a bargaining chip this time, and be so frantic to this point, but it's not like he didn't do it.

For these people, even if it is just a transaction of money and goods, it is much more real than the "loyalty" that cannot be measured by material things.

That's the end of this topic. Justu is more interested in Lancelot's operations than the convoluted tricks of the royal family and the military.

After finishing his work, Justu poked Lancelot with his elbow: "Hey, tell me what it feels like to have full mental control for a person who has been wandering in 30% mental power all year round."

Lancelot: "You shouldn't ask me that. If you really want to know, why don't you ask Uriah? And Admiral Yuan Yunlang, aren't they all the top members of the Mecha Department back then. Oh yes, What happened to you and General Yuan Yunlang after I haven't asked?"

Justu's face changed when he heard the man's name, and he put his hands on his hips: "You still have the nerve to mention him to me, that day I almost...almost...forget it, anyway, I haven't seen him recently When it comes to that dog thing, I won't ask you any more."

Lancelot already knew the follow-up development from Raphael, and he raised his mouth just to make this man quiet.

He also felt that it seemed a bit immoral to do so, so he found another problem: "Colonel Justu, would you like to tell me about your heroic deeds, or teach me some manual control skills, when the seven members of the Imperial Mecha Department It is your manual control that accounts for the largest proportion.”

Justu: "Why don't you sound like you're praising me? Do you look down on manual controls?"

Lancelot looked wronged, but there was something in his words: "Don't dare, no matter what, you are also my senior, and I should deserve it if you call me big brother, right?"

Justu: "Hey, you kid is still taking advantage of me! Calling you big brother is because of your strength, you have to make an inch of it." A few documents in Justu's hand were rolled up and smashed on Lancelot On Te, the strength was very light, and what he said was just a joke.

Lancelot was also smiling, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Justu was born in the dungeon, and he has seen many places full of feasting and feasting, and he has also seen many beauties who are fascinating, but like Lancelot, his gestures reveal aristocratic air, but he can capture this in small movements. It was the first time he had seen the innocent and lovely Omega.

Just like when he met this person for the first time, he felt that this kind of young master with blond hair and blue eyes would be a little canary in someone's hand, instead of being able to go to the battlefield and become a marshal like he is now The Hardcore Colonel.

However, Justu only respects Lancelot more. If it is an ideal type, he prefers the innocent little sister next door.

Justu slumped on the table with his face pressed against Lancelot, "Hey, I'll call you big brother, can you introduce me to some cute Omega?"

Lancelot felt that he looked very much like a lump of slime, but he didn't expect him to change the subject so quickly. He looked out the window, then at the people spread out on the table, and said, "This is not yet Will it be spring?"

Justu straightened his body: "Did you think I'm not pleasing to the eye and keep running on me today?"

Lancelot's own work is not over yet, he returned to Justu while he was busy with himself: "Then tell me what you like? I'll see if I know anyone."

Justu looked like he was playing a game, he pushed the chair into Lancelot, wrenched his fingers, and jumped out word by word.

"Well, let's think about it, work seriously, don't mess around, have a sense of responsibility, can be a little clingy, it's best to laugh sweetly."

Lancelot asked: "Is there no requirement for appearance?"

Justu replied: "No, it's better to be natural, black hair and black eyes are good, but it doesn't matter if you have blond hair and blue eyes like you. And this thing depends on fate. If you ask too much, it's easy to miss it." Justu scratched his head, "But I seem to have heard recently that clones can customize their appearance."

Lancelot: "Wake up, it's illegal."

Justu let out a "bad" sound: "I know, so I just said it. And it seems that they can customize dolls, which are exactly the same as real people."

Lancelot suddenly remembered that he had seen a "person" who looked exactly like his uncle in his father's house before, or that it was not a person, but just a hollow soulless puppet.

Lancelot: "Did you hit the puppet with your idea?"

"Go away, go away." Justu waved his hand, "Forget it, it depends on fate, and when fate comes, it will come naturally."

Lancelot looked thoughtful: "I really know someone who meets most of the standards you mentioned, but there is one that is not satisfied."

Justu became interested again, and hurriedly asked: "What's the point of dissatisfaction, tell me how is that person?"

Lancelot pretended to frowned and recalled: "You also know this person."

"I know?" Justu recalled fragments of the past in his mind, but he couldn't think of such a person who met his requirements.

"Work seriously, don't mess around, have a sense of responsibility, can be a little clingy, and have black hair and black eyes, isn't this General Yuan Yunlang, oh no, I don't think I've seen him smile, I I don't know if his smile is sweet or not."

Justu:?

Lancelot: "I have no problem with what I said. It doesn't meet the requirements. This is the gender of the man is Alpha, not Omega. If you like him, just say it straight, and make a big circle around it."

"roll roll roll."

Lancelot spread his hands: "The requirements you listed yourself, whether you think they are suitable or not, are simply talking about Yuan Yunlang."

Seeing Justu's expression of eating shit, Lancelot asked him: "Do you two have any revenge for killing your father? You don't want to see him so much."

Justus Group

After weaving the language for a long time, he still couldn't say a word: "Well, it's a long story. It's not enough to kill my father, but I just don't like him."

Justu felt that if this topic continued, he might drag Lancelot to star JP-142 again: "Go ahead, I won't talk, I'm going back to the dormitory."

Justu closed the door before going out, and heard Lancelot say: "Think about Admiral Yuan Yunlang."

Then, Justu left cursing.