desire reconciliation

"Is Marshal Uriah joking with me?" Lancelot looked at him in surprise.

Uriah didn't answer right away, his eyes were lowered, and the emotions in his eyes were unpredictable.

"Just make a joke and adjust the atmosphere." Uriah waved his hand in a very natural tone.

"Marshal Uriah is really not as serious and rigid as the rumors say, and he can make this kind of joke with people who have only met two sides."

Uriah was slightly stunned after hearing this: "You said we only met twice?"

"The first time last night, and the second time today." Lancelot said calmly, "Or does Marshal Uriah think that I can count all the times I met you at the military headquarters before?"

He looked at Uriah's expression a little strangely, and wondered if he had missed some details. Could it be that they had met before this?

"That may be because I remembered wrongly." Uriah replied.

"So what Marshal Uriah wants me to do, what information do you want? Assassination? Or whatever you want." Lancelot said very naturally.

"I didn't see that you know a lot." Uriah's eyes showed a little surprise, and he began to look at the incredible Omega in front of him again.

"Most people want nothing more than these things, money, power, people, or to solve their enemies."

"Then I may not be an ordinary person." Uriah leaned back slightly.

Lancelot looked at him, a little puzzled.

I just heard him continue to say: "I want to know what is the reason that makes you insist on going to the dungeon during the breakthrough period of mental power."

"How did you know that I was in the breakthrough period of mental power?"

"Analyzed?"

Lancelot didn't delve into it, he was more concerned about another thing: "Is your request that simple?"

"Is it simple?" Uriah rested his chin on one hand, "I think it's very interesting, it can fill my boring working time with some fun."

"Marshal Uriah shows up at the dungeon auction during working hours. I don't think Marshal your job is boring at all." Lancelot teased.

Uriah smiled, but did not intend to explain: "You have to keep this matter a secret for me."

"Then I have to think about my story." Lancelot touched his chin and thought, "Otherwise, if the marshal feels bored and regrets it, it will be difficult."

"I will never go back on what I say." Uriah changed his position on the sofa

Posing, hands folded on lap, a little half-smile.

Lancelot was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about where to start: "I went to the dungeon to find my brother, and the last location of his terminal was in the dungeon."

"It's over?" Uriah saw that he had nothing to say, "This story is really boring."

"That's why I said it's very simple." Lancelot said helplessly.

"What happened next? Did you find your brother?" Uriah asked.

Lancelot shook his head: "A few days after I went to the dungeon, I suddenly passed out due to the side effects of the mental power breakthrough period, and woke up at the auction."

Uriah said "Oh", "If you hadn't been bought by me, the follow-up story would be more interesting."

Even if Lancelot had no common sense, he would know what he was referring to. He really needed to thank Uriah. If it wasn’t for Uriah’s help in the situation at that time, maybe he would appear as a perverted buyer on a remote planet now. The basement, or Uriah is not such a gentleman, he may have been completely marked.

Uriah looked at the time: "It's getting late, let's make it here today, you have to move to the dormitory."

Lancelot was taken aback when he heard the words "move the dormitory", and then he came to his senses.

Indeed, his identity was discovered, and he was even temporarily marked by the marshal. The military department must not tolerate him.

He was an Omega who concealed his gender and worked in the military for three years. During the period, only he knew the bitterness. However, in the final stage, all his previous efforts were wasted due to an accident. He was not reconciled.

"I......"

"Is there anything else?" Uriah stopped what he was doing and raised his head to ask him.

Lancelot lowered his head and said nothing, but the fists beside him were clenched.

"There are too many things to move, you want me to help?"

Lancelot lowered his head and choked out a sentence for a while: "I...I can do anything, please give me another chance, Marshal."

Uriah was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Lancelot had misunderstood him.

"Who let you go?"

"Didn't you mean to let me pack up and leave?" Lancelot wondered.

Uriah raised his forehead: "I will let you move the dormitory. The dormitory of the marshal's adjutant is on the 23rd floor."

When Lancelot recognized that it was Uriah yesterday, he already felt that he might be expelled. After thinking about it, he can settle down and not be an adjutant.

Yes, as long as you can stay in the military headquarters.

So the current situation is something he didn't expect.

"Okay, I'll clean it up now." He didn't dare to ask more, for fear that if he asked a few more questions, the position of adjutant would slip away.

"Wait." Uriah suddenly remembered something.

"Marshal, what else is there?"

"Your brother was not found, do you still have to go to the dungeon?" Uriah asked.

Lancelot was a little embarrassed, but finally nodded.

Uriah snorted, "Tell me about the current situation."

Lancelot didn't understand what he meant, so Uriah continued, "Tell me what information you have, and I'll help you find it."

"As you can see, the marshal's job is so leisurely. It's also good to help his subordinates solve their personal problems and relieve boredom." Seeing that Lancelot was still hesitating, Uriah added.

In fact, Uriah is also betting that Lancelot will accept his help if he can't find a helper.

On the other side, Lancelot was also beating a drum in his heart. He didn't know whether the man in front of him could be trusted or not.

"I'm also going to investigate the smuggling of people in the dungeon, we can work together." Uriah continued to increase.

"Isn't this the work of the investigation team? The Marshal still wants to go there in person?"

"To be honest, the military department is now poor and has no money to pay overtime."

Lancelot recalled that he did work overtime without pay when he was in the investigation team. After several considerations, Lancelot finally went to Uriah.

Uriah smiled slightly, and clicked a few times on his terminal: "I have added friends, and send me all the clues you found."

Lancelot looked at the marshal who was added to the friend list on the terminal, and said, "There are no clues, but there are a few documents, but unfortunately they can't be passed on."

"why?"

Lancelot sent him a screenshot of the file destruction: "I tried to transfer the file to a friend who was in charge of deciphering the file before, and the original file was automatically destroyed when the transfer reached 100%."

"Interesting." Uriah was aroused by these words.

Lancelot swiped lightly on the terminal, and a confidential document appeared on the 3D projection: "In the beginning, someone sent me this document anonymously."

Uriah quickly glanced at the contents of the document, which was a report on the experiment on the living body of Omega.

A lot of professional vocabulary, some obscure

Difficult to understand.

"Your brother's disappearance has something to do with this document?"

"I'm not sure, but there are so few clues, I have to start here."

"Go on," Uriah said.

Lancelot continued the narration just now: "Half a month ago, I received the first document not long after I submitted the application for the adjutant of the Marshal. I didn't pay attention at the time, but I suddenly learned that my brother was missing a few days ago. Now, I received two more documents at the same time, and my brother is also an Omega, so I think there is something strange, there may be a connection between these two things."

Uriah: "Any other documents?"

Lancelot nodded, but his expression showed a bit of embarrassment: "I received three documents in total. I used one of them to trace the original sender, but halfway through, the document was suddenly destroyed. There is another As I said just now, it was destroyed during transmission. So the only document I have on this living body experiment is this."

Uriah: "Do you remember the contents of those two damaged documents?"

Lancelot: "I don't remember much, but they are all experimental data, and they all started 23 years ago."

Lancelot swiped again on the terminal, and a broken line graph appeared: "I checked the missing population data of Omega in the Empire for nearly 23 years. Just this year, last month to be precise, the number of missing people increased sharply. .And the reporting areas are concentrated near the underground city.”

Uriah: "Then did you find anything in the dungeon?"

Lancelot shook his head: "The dungeon is too chaotic, and what those intelligence brokers say is unreliable."

Uriah: "That's because you didn't find the right person."

Lancelot: "Marshal Uriah is familiar with dungeons?"

Lancelot knew that Uriah was born in the dungeon, which was known by almost everyone in the empire.

Uriah: "It's okay, I have nothing to do tomorrow, let's go to the dungeon together?"

Lancelot readily agreed.

"Do you need help moving the dormitory?"

Lancelot: "It's the marshal again to send warmth and help his subordinates solve problems?"

Uriah smiled: "It can be understood that way."

The dormitories of the military headquarters are all uniformly arranged, and the interior is almost exactly the same plain, with a washroom, a workbench and a bed.

Those with high military ranks, or similar researchers can apply to the military for some equipment.

However, the application process is cumbersome and

Almost no one is willing to apply, and even the dignified Marshal Uriah lives in the same room as everyone else.

On this day, many soldiers coming and going on their level saw their marshal.

The Marshal was wearing a military uniform, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his long straight legs folded against the door, and his figure with wide shoulders and narrow hips could not be concealed even if he was wearing a military uniform.

He said he was here to help move the dormitory, but the truth is that he can't intervene at all.

The promised omega is delicate by nature, so he is very particular about living expenses in his daily life?

Why did Lancelot, who has been in the Omega Division for three years, only have a suitcase and a trolley case?

Lancelot gave Uriah a military salute politely, turned around and scanned the door with his terminal, and the door opened.

"Is this all you need?" Uriah asked.

"There are quite a few of these." Lancelot looked back at his luggage.

Uriah, who was not warmed up, was a little frustrated: "So you don't need my help?"

"Should not be needed."

Uriah said "hmm": "Then you should go to bed early." After saying that, he pushed open the door next door.

Lancelot walked over with some doubts, looking at the door number 2306 above his head.

Uriah poked his head out from the door: "What's the matter? Want to come in and visit?"

"You live here?"

Uriah also looked up at his house number, puzzled: "Otherwise?"

Lancelot didn't expect that Uriah lived next door to him, and it seemed that the dormitories were all the same size.

"It's okay, I just came to say hello to my new neighbor." Lancelot didn't know what to say, why did he live next door to the marshal.

Uriah: "Oh."

Lancelot didn't have many things, and moving the dormitory was just a matter of changing a few clothes and daily necessities.

After tidying up, he also lay on the bed, and slept on the sofa in the Marshal's office in the afternoon, and he didn't feel sleepy right now.

He opened the suitcase on the table, looked at his two remaining suppressants, opened the terminal, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Kemir? My inhibitor is almost used up, please mail me some more."

Kemir was his personal butler when he was in the palace, a male Beta who watched him grow up.

A middle-aged man's voice came from the terminal, a little out of breath

: "Why don't you contact me? If you contact me, ask me for an inhibitor. They said that the last time was the last time, and there are no inhibitors. You have been using inhibitors since gender differentiation, and if you continue to use them like this, sooner or later you will have problems. Your Majesty has already ordered, whoever will send you inhibitors, you will find the ones that are thrown directly to the uninhabited planet and never come back."

Lancelot: "Didn't he look down on Omega? Why does he care about my life now?"

"Prince, don't embarrass me. The doctor also said that you are almost 24 this year. If you rely on inhibitors to pass the estrus period, it will cause permanent damage to your body. You said that you are a good Omega, He is still the prince of the empire, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he still goes to the military headquarters, that place full of sweaty Alpha."

He had nagged this word countless times. Lancelot was originally the Crown Prince of the Empire, the first in line heir to the royal family, but he concealed his gender and entered the military after he was differentiated into an Omega.

The more the butler said, the more excited he became.

"Besides, what kind of place is the military headquarters? How many times do you have to check the mailed things back and forth? Do you think inhibitors are common things? Do you know that I have spent the past three years sending you inhibitors? How much money did you spend to clear up the relationship? Besides, Prince Dick has just disappeared, and now the whole royal family is in panic. You, the prince, have plunged into the military department and have not returned for three years, and it’s not that your majesty looks down on Omega, he just doesn’t want to let As an Omega, you will inherit the throne."

Lancelot: "In a word, will you give the inhibitor?"

Kemir said firmly: "No."

Lancelot also stopped talking to him: "Okay, then I will find it myself."