desire reconciliation

The number of people looking for trouble these days is not as frequent as when Uriah just left. Lancelot is also a front line between the marshal's office and the dormitory. Uriah's dormitory is soaked in a mecha simulator.

In the evening of a certain day, a long-lost communication appeared on Lanceros's terminal. It was a communication from his butler in the palace.

Lancelot opened the communication interface. The last communication he sent was asking why Bentley appeared in the Mech Department. After waiting for nearly a month, what he waited for was not a reply to the question, but a slightly hasty warning.

"Be careful of your father!"

Lancelot frowned. When he saw this communication, he felt that something was not right. He typed a few words and pressed Enter to send it, but a red exclamation point popped up. It took only a few minutes. Time Kemir removed him from the address book.

Kemir was brought by his mother during her dowry, and she was one of the few people in the palace who treated him sincerely.

Lancelot didn't know what happened to the butler in the palace, and he didn't care about today's mecha training, so he got up and rushed to the palace.

This journey went extremely smoothly, but there was a feeling of inviting you into the urn. Lancelot couldn't care less. After not seeing his kind-looking old father in the main hall, he went straight to the study. The middle and old emperors would only be in these two places during the day.

Sure enough, he saw the person he hadn't seen in three years in the study.

The old emperor was not too surprised when he saw his son. He added the eyes on his hand to the bridge of his nose, wanting to take a good look at the person in front of him.

"After three years of walking, are you finally willing to come back?" said the old emperor.

Lancelot didn't greet him either, and asked straight to the point: "What did you do to Kemir?"

The old emperor: "Such a big living person, I can still eat it." He said, grabbed a small spoonful of bird food, and teased the canaries in the gilt birdcage beside the table.

"He is loyal to the royal family and has never done anything wrong to the royal family." Lancelot clenched his fists slightly as he spoke.

The old emperor didn't speak for a while, he finished feeding the food in his hand, and patted the bird's head: "It's a good meal today."

Lancelot was still staring at him.The old emperor got up and sat on the chair on the other side. In front of him was a set of chess.

He beckoned to Lancelot: "Come here, accompany your father to the next day."

A game of chess. "

Seeing that Lancelot didn't move, the old emperor's white chess left first: "Don't worry, Kemir is fine, I just want to ask you to come back and chat."

Lancelot was skeptical, he didn't know how much of what the old fox said was true or not, but there was no other way right now, if he really wanted to hide someone, even if Lancelot turned the palace upside down I can't find it even in the sky.

Lancelot unbuttoned two buttons of his jacket and sat down on the other side of the chessboard.

"How do you play this game?" Lancelot asked him.

The old emperor's smile kept hanging on his face: "According to your thinking, I told you to come back just to chat."

Lancelot looked at the smile on the old emperor's face, but there was no wave in his eyes.

He raised his hand and took a black move. The old emperor didn't hesitate for the first few moves at the beginning of the game.

"How have you been in the military for the past three years?" the old emperor asked.

Lancelot's eyes stayed on the chessboard, and he replied: "You don't need to ask me this, how many people report to you every day about the situation of the military department, do you want to know that my affairs are not easy."

The old emperor took another step: "Haha, don't you want to hear what you said? It's been a pleasant surprise to hear the reports from those people these years. It's really worthy of my son being promoted to colonel in three years. As an acting marshal, Uriah really valued him."

"I rely on myself." He implied that he did not rely on the royal family or his father.

The old emperor nodded: "Well, it's true that you haven't asked me what I want in the past three years. I also want to do my best as a father. Is there anything you want now? Tell your father?"

The old emperor made another move. Before Lancelot could answer, he continued, "Let me guess what my son wants, the fighting supplies or the imperial power in my hands?" His tone was understated. , as if saying something irrelevant.

When he said this, he didn't look at Lancelot opposite, his eyes stayed on the chessboard for a few seconds, and then he said with a smile: "You haven't improved much in chess over the years, didn't you see Fried? Liver? Attack?"

Lancelot looked up at him: "It's not the end yet, why is Father so impatient?"

The two of you talking to each other are really like a dialogue between father and son in a harmonious and happy family, but the smell of gunpowder in the language is slowly getting stronger.

There is a middle-aged man in the old emperor's smile

With full confidence, he laughed even more wantonly after listening to Lancelot's words.

While waiting for Lancelot to settle down, the old emperor rested his hands on the armrests of the chair. The elegant and gorgeous costumes did not make him too bulky, but instead brought out the majestic and noble temperament of a man.

"Have you checked about Dick's affairs?"

Lancelot's gaze shifted from the chessboard to the man opposite, "Are you admitting that you did it?"

When it was the old emperor's turn, he held a white pawn in his hand, "There's no need to admit it, it's just a pawn, and fighting to die for your king is not exactly what they want, I'm fulfilling them. "

Lancelot has long been numb to his argument: "Yes, in your eyes, everyone is just a pawn on the chessboard. Even my son is just a 'pawn'. If he is lucky, he will become a 'queen', otherwise I will die too." Just an outcast."

The old emperor looked at the situation on the chessboard, and nodded after listening to his words, not knowing whether he approved of his words, the chess he played, or both.

"Well, but ah, this 'queen' can't become a 'king' after all."

White dropped a piece, the old emperor looked up at him and asked, "Son, tell me, do you want to be this 'king'?"

Lancelot heard that there was something in his words. He didn't know if the sentence "I will never become a king" just now was a warning to him.

"I can be this king, by my own strength."

Seeing his seriousness, the old emperor also got serious: "You don't need to be on guard against father like this. I know that when I get older, someone will take over my position one day. This person can be you." He paused For a moment, "But, it can also be someone else."

Lancelot's eyes were slightly fascinated, looking at the person in front of him, trying to catch something deeper hidden in his every move.

Lancelot: "Don't continue your eternal life plan?"

The old emperor: "Of course I want to continue, otherwise I can't auction off the Northern Crown. But I may not be able to wait until the experiment is successful."

Lancelot frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Literally, I'm out of time."

"Are you sick?"

The old emperor was silent for a moment: "Well, it can be understood in this way."

Lancelot: "How much longer?"

"It's only been a few months." The old emperor rubbed the chess piece in his hand, hanging in mid-air without falling.

Speaking of the old emperor

Others: "A few years ago, because of the Zerg war, people were panicked. I thought Uriah was a little bastard with no power. Raising a puppet marshal never thought that he would burn himself by raising a poisonous snake."

He retracted his hand hanging in mid-air, and played with the chess piece: "You hid your identity and entered the military department, and now you can still act as the acting marshal. I don't know when the people in the military department knew that you were my son. What will happen, if you can take back the military department and solve my serious problem, I can give you another gift."

Lancelot felt that he probably wouldn't want this gift, so he asked, "What gift?"

The chess piece in the old emperor's hand fell, he straightened his body slightly, and said slowly: "As an Omega, you can't become a 'king', even if you take a great risk to remove the glands, you will be killed if you succeed." People criticize you." He paused, "Dick is my gift to you, you should already know the function of that power stone, with this technology you can get rid of the shackles of the Omega race, and even achieve immortality .”

The old emperor sat up straight when he said this, "The body is just a vessel to store the soul. After the consciousness is separated from the body, there will be no estrus. This is the dignity and right I give you as a human being. I would like to name him For the 'Liberty Stone'."

"Do you like this gift?"

After hearing what the old emperor said, the temperature in Lancelot's eyes became a little colder: "Then why don't you just use this method to live forever?"

The old emperor seemed to predict that Lancelot would react in this way, "I am Alpha, and the experiment is only valid for Omega now."

Lancelot did not speak for a long time.

Although he was unwilling because the old emperor did not allow Omega to inherit the throne, but when he learned that his father's time was not long, it seemed that all previous grievances and grievances could be put aside.

Sometimes many grievances and grievances can be diluted before life and death, as if the huge contradictions seem insignificant when the dying person is dying.

The old emperor: "Think about it, talk about the matter of Zongyuan, do you plan to lead troops to the front line by yourself in a month?"

If you want to send troops a month later, the royal family's supplies are essential, so that the old emperor can let go, and sufficient supplies are also very necessary for front-line support.

Lancelot: "There is a plan."

The old emperor nodded. He put his left hand on the ring of his right thumb and stroked the ring on it.

Gemstone, "Well, in this case, I'm also looking forward to the competition in a month's time, to see who can win the marshal position between you and Bentley."

Lancelot frowned slightly when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

The old emperor didn't directly answer his question, "Well, it looks like you don't want to accept Dick's gift. If you can win the mecha competition, then I will give you the Northern Crown."

Lancelot: "Aren't you going to auction the Northern Crown?"

The old emperor: "No more auctions."

Lancelot repeated the question just now: "And what do you mean by what you just said, what does it mean to win the position of marshal?"

The old emperor: "After going to the military for three years, you really don't think you are a member of the royal family. You care so much about your marshal?"

He smiled: "To be honest, if Uriah wasn't in such a hurry to die, I'd really like to ask him, how can so many people confuse him."

"What do you want to do to Uriah?" Lancelot stared at him. The two said they were playing chess, but the chess game in front of them hadn't been played for a long time.

The old emperor laughed out loud, but he didn't want to explain anything to Lancelot: "Hahahaha, I thought you could improve a lot in the past three years, and you are still as naive as before, just like this chess, sometimes It just needs to be exchanged for one or even more, everything has a price, and getting it means sacrifice, sacrificing some insignificant chess pieces in exchange for your own interests is what a king should do." He smiled and looked at Lance Lott, "The brilliance of the galaxy will not be dimmed by the death of a star."

"A king is never made of human blood." Lancelot looked at him with a calm tone, "And he is not a star, but the sun."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. He wanted to confirm Uriah's safety.

The old emperor's voice sounded from behind him, full of jokes, "Don't be so anxious, don't worry, you, the protagonist, didn't appear on stage, and it's not Uriah's turn to die yet."