desire reconciliation

Justu came up and asked for a table of wine, as if he was not drunk and would not return.

"Come, come, I invite you today."

Lancelot moved the stool made of oak barrels and sat on it: "So expensive?"

The bar they came to this time was the place where he found Uriah last time, and the bearded man at the front desk smiled at him when he saw Lancelot.

"We're so familiar, it doesn't cost money, just drink whatever you want."

Lancelot picked up the wine glass, and the water vapor on the glass wall condensed into water droplets and dripped down, leaving a ring of water stains on the table.

He took a sip lightly: "Do people in your military department like to call others brothers and sisters so much?"

Justu slapped him on the back suddenly, and Lancelot almost choked on the wine.

"Hey, let me tell you, what do you mean by 'your military department'? Aren't you from the military department?"

The surrounding voices were noisy, and Justu didn't hear what Lancelot said, so he picked up a glass of wine and handed it to him: "Come! Drink!"

Lancelot took it and clinked glasses with him.

After a few drinks, Lancelot was already a little over the top.

However, he is not of the physique that would blush when drinking, and when Justu saw that he was acting straight, he felt that this person was not drunk yet.

Justu: "Drink more, it's not you who paid for it."

Lancelot took another glass from him.

"Using alcohol to relieve sorrow, this is something that men must go through."

Justu babbled a lot, and Lancelot seemed to be listening very seriously, but in fact, he was already drunk.

Justu looked at the half-empty glass on the table and asked, "Are you drunk?"

Lancelot nodded.

Justu's drinking capacity is not so good, drinking is the same as drinking water, and he drinks more than Lancelot, so he will be too sober.

"How much is this?"

Lancelot shook his head, then nodded solemnly.

Justu muttered, "You can't tell when you're drunk."

He asked again, "Are you feeling better now?"

Lancelot nodded again, like an emotionless nodding machine.

Justu: "Let's go then, I see you can't drink anymore."

Lancelot: "No, I can still drink."

When he said this, his expression was serious and his eyes were indifferent, which really frightened Justu, saying that he looked like he hadn't had any alcohol.

Justu is going to help him

: "You can't even speak clearly now and still drink."

Lancelot slapped him away: "I can tell."

Justu thought it was funny: "Then tell me."

Lancelot took another sip of wine and said, "That kid just now."

Justu: "Yes."

Lancelot didn't continue for a long time, and suddenly hiccupped? Then he continued: "He said that he ate candy because his legs hurt."

Justu: "Well, I'll have cramps because of calcium deficiency."

Lancelot: "Then why don't you go to the sun?"

Justu is really a little confused now whether he is really drunk or fake drunk.

Justu: "The underground city is full of artificial light sources. Where does the sun come from? If you don't ask such a mentally retarded question, I really believe that you are not drunk."

Lancelot lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

Justu poked him: "Asleep?"

Lancelot raised his head, and the corners of his eyes were a little red: "Did Uriah, like those kids just now, suffer from leg cramps in the middle of the night due to calcium deficiency, and fight dogs for food?"

Justu raised his forehead: "Brother, are you really trapped by love? Why can you think of Uriah in everything? You two should stop abusing dogs in the military and resign together and go back to your hometown to get married."

"No." Almost as soon as Justu finished speaking, he made a negative statement.

"Why, don't tell me that your heart is for the empire, for the sake of the empire..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lancelot.

"Because Uriah is the enemy."

Justu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he seemed to understand what he was talking about, and said: "Xingxing knows that he is an enemy, bad, Kane is also true, A has never chased anyone, it seems that the child is scared."

Lancelot: "Kane?"

Justu: "You won't be so drunk that you don't even remember Uriah's name."

Lancelot pondered for a moment: "I seem to have seen the name Kane somewhere before..."

Justu: "I really don't remember Uriah." He waved his hand in front of Lancelot, "Kane Uriah, your boss."

Lancelot: "I know Kane is Uriah."

Justu: "So I'm not stupid."

Lancelot: "I seem to have seen someone named Kane."

Justu: "There are quite a few people with the name Kane. It's strange if you haven't seen it."

Lancelot frowned, trying to remember: "No,

That Kane seems to be named Uriah. "

Justu: "Same name and surname as Uriah?"

Lancelot nodded.

Justu also became interested: "When did it happen?"

Lancelot: "It seems to be when I was a child...about eight or nine years old..."

Justu: "Fuck, you two knew each other when you were so young?"

Lancelot: "No, it shouldn't be Uriah, isn't he always in the dungeon?"

Seeing him looking at him, Justu replied: "Ham, to be honest, I don't know, the children in the dungeon are too inconspicuous, and most people in the dungeon don't want to talk about their childhood when they grow up."

Lancelot: "I saw him at a banquet, wearing black shorts and brown shoes, with black eyes and hair..."

Justu: "What kind of noble young master are you really?"

"So is it him?" Lancelot murmured, touching the glass closest to him.

Justu: "Probably not, what can one remember at the age of eight or nine, and if Uriah is really a child of a nobleman, can he be so destitute that he is left in the dungeon to fend for himself? When I met him, he only 14 years old, he had been in the dungeon for several years at that time."

The light in Lancelot's eyes dimmed again: "It would be great if it was true, at least it won't make people feel so distressed when I was a child..."

Justu sighed, and patted Lancelot on the shoulder: "Okay, don't think about it, I'm here...".

Before he could finish his comforting words, the man fell on the table with a "bang".

There are a lot of weird things these days, Justu thought.

He is now sitting alone in the marshal's office, dealing with the work accumulated in the past two days.

You Situ really did not expect Lancelot to drink like that yesterday.

He had never seen a person who kept refreshing messages on the terminal after being drunk. He kept refreshing the chat interface with Uriah, and the posture almost poked a hole in the terminal.

Another strange thing is that Lancelot, a workaholic, asked him for leave today.

Justu readily "approved" Lancelot's leave.

Well, in fact, he is the acting marshal and there is no need to ask for leave for him.

As for why Lancelot asked for leave today, only he knew.

If he wanted to blame it, he got the pheromone perfume that Raphael gave him a few days ago, and put the perfume on the cabinet casually.

Last night, I don't know what he did wrong. He was so drunk that he got up in the middle of the night and sprayed perfume all over the house.

He also had a vague memory of spraying the perfume in mid-air and circling in it as it floated in the air.

What a shame what a shame.

The worst persecution was his quilt, which woke him up in the morning. After waking up, he found that the entire quilt smelled of cedar, and he couldn't get rid of the smell.

Let him go out like this, saying that Uriah came back temporarily and marked him, and I think others will believe it.

Lancelot felt that he had been marinated by this pheromone. He turned on the air circulation system in the room and soaked in the bath for several hours, and the smell finally dissipated.

During the day of leave, he spent half of the day in the bathtub, and the remaining half of the day in the mecha simulator. During this period, he had to look at the terminal every time he completed a simulated test, even if his terminal was given to Uli. Ya's message was specially set to a vibration mode, and he still couldn't help but read it.

The long-awaited message arrived before Lancelot went to bed, a full day and a half later than the normal six days back and forth.

This was the shortest communication Lancelot had received from Uriah since he left, only five words long.

"I really want to see you."

Lancelot stared at the newsletter.

Calculating the time, Uriah should have arrived at the Zongyuan military base by now, and he will be on the battlefield in a short time.

No matter how high his mental strength is, no matter how proficient in mecha operation, no matter how well he understands the characteristics of the Zerg, it will still be a battlefield where guns have no eyesight.

Now as long as he can receive Uriah's message, it proves that he is still safe, and this is enough.

He couldn't distract Uriah.

In the end, Lancelot only talked about the recent situation of the military department, reporting good news but not bad news.

He looked at the sending time of Uriah’s newsletter, and it was indeed sent not long after he received his last newsletter, but this time the sending time of the message is no longer the previous three days, but has been delayed to four In the middle of the day, it stands to reason that Uriah has arrived at the front line of Zongyuan, and the transfer station of the message has also been determined. At this time, the transmission time is prolonged, and it is very likely that there is another transfer

Stand out the problem.

Lancelot wrote down his thoughts in that message, and before pressing the send button, he still added a sentence.

"See you soon."

During this period of time, Lancelot spent the rest of his time training mechs, except for going back and forth between the marshal's office and the dormitory. When he was free, he would take Justu to JP-142 star for actual combat operations.

After finishing the training with him, Justu walked out of the mech: "How far has your mental strength reached?"

"Almost 100%." ​​Remembering Uriah's words, he never dared to raise the percentage of mental power control to the highest.

Justu gave him a thumbs up: "Too strong."

He went to the rest area to the side and sat down, a little exhausted: "Hey, you use mental power to control without physical effort, I almost use manual control, and I'm about to die of exhaustion."

"Mental control takes brains."

Justu: "You have a better brain than me. To be honest, brother, you are already very good. You will definitely have no problem winning the game."

Lancelot: "Not yet."

Justu jumped up: "How far behind? Who are you comparing with? Are you comparing with Uriah?"

Lancelot: "Otherwise, with whom? With you?"

"I have to be ridiculed as a sparring partner, why am I so miserable." Justu choked on his words, "And I'm not bad, my name is still on the top ten list."

"Your operation is really strong, don't you consider increasing the ratio of mental power?"

Justu waved his hand: "I know that the upper limit of the mech's operating ability will also increase when the ratio of mental power is increased, but my mental power is not good enough, and if I increase the ratio, my head will start to hurt."

"It's a lie to say that you don't envy your mental strength. Who doesn't want talent."

Lancelot looked at him with a sense of ambiguity.

Justu: "stop, stop, stop looking at me like that, don't comfort me, I'm fine."

Lancelot: "I don't want to comfort you, but I think you are also quite good, and you can rank in the top ten purely by manual control."

Justu was taken aback when he heard the words, and was suddenly caught off guard by the praise. He patted Lancelot on the shoulder to cover up his embarrassment: "Hey, you are much cuter when you praise people than when you hurt people."

Lancelot: "Don't describe me as cute."

Justu smiled and said, "Hahaha, if you say you're cute, just accept it, and we'll accept it openly."

Lancelot: "I don't think it's a compliment."

Justu: "Won't Omega be cuter?"

"Want to fight?" Lancelot looked sideways at him.

Justu quickly took a few steps away: "Hahahaha, I don't want to."

The two left the operating room one after the other and walked towards the office.

Justu: "It's been a few days since the competition of the mecha class."

Lancelot said "hmm".

The day of the final mecha competition is getting closer, and at the same time, the bet between him and Uriah is getting closer.

Justu brought a stack of documents: "The competition system has come out, which is different from previous years."

Lancelot: "I've seen it."

Justu supported his head: "The simulator counts points in the early stage, and the top eight will go to JP-142 star to participate in actual combat. How is it? Are you confident?"

Lancelot: "There is no problem in counting points. I have analyzed all the personnel, and only two people are a bit tricky."

Justu: "Bentley and Bray?"

Lancelot: "Yes."

Justu nodded: "The other people from the royal family are really not very good at it. I noticed the two you mentioned in class. It seems that Bentley has learned it before. Bray is Talented players, but I still think your strength should be higher than them."

Lancelot analyzed: "But there will be three games in this day, and it will be very troublesome if you play against Bentley in the last game."

"It's true. No matter how hard you practice, your upper limit of physical fitness can't be improved so quickly in a short period of time." Justu rarely used his brain.

"I'll get off work early today and go to practice." Lancelot packed the last official document in his hand.

"Come again...Brother, pay attention to your body." Looking at his back, Justu felt that his elder brother was getting taller and more powerful.

Seeing that the final game is about to start, the royal family suddenly sent an invitation to invite the acting marshal to the palace for a speech. Many people are wondering what the royal family's intention is in doing so.

From the precedent of asking the marshal to go to the palace before the mecha competition, even if there is no competition, the royal family and the military are at odds, so it is rare to be able to issue such an invitation openly.Not to mention the special period when Lancelot served as the acting marshal after Marshal Uriah rushed to Zombie Abyss.

Some people are watching a good show, while others are worried about their position, watching from a distance and trying to find out some clues.

Lancelot is receiving news

After the rest, he didn't rush to leave, and conducted several mech simulation battles in Uriah's dormitory before being disturbed by Justu's constant knocking on the door.

There was no beep on his terminal all the year round, and Justu sent several communication calls but no one answered, so he rushed back to the dormitory in a hurry, and found that this person was still soaking in the simulator in Uriah's dormitory.

Justu: "You can try to set the terminal to silent mode for me later?"

"Just try it." Lancelot said poorly.

"You... Do you know how urgent the situation is now, and you are still poor with me?" Justu said aggressively.

"Isn't it that the royal family wants me to go to the palace?"

Justu: "What do you mean by 'not that'? The royal family is obviously looking at Uriah's absence and trying to punish you."

Justu didn't know that he was the prince of the empire, so it was normal to have such a reaction, but Lancelot also didn't understand why the old emperor invited him this time as a marshal.

Lancelot: "Don't worry, it's all right."

Justu: "Clean up quickly, I'll go with you."

Lancelot: "Are you with me?"

"What if you go alone and get assassinated, Uriah will have to chop me up when he comes back."

Lancelot laughed out loud: "You are really stupid to say you are stupid. If the royal family wants to kill me, they will even send me an invitation? Isn't it obvious that you are a murderer?"

Justu slapped his forehead: "That's right."

Lancelot: "Okay, I'll go by myself."

The robot outside the door came in and gave him an ironed military coat.

Justu: "You knew the royal family was looking for you before I told you?"

Lancelot: "Why not?"

Justu stomped his feet: "The goddamn emperor is not in a hurry for eunuchs."

Lancelot: "Don't scold yourself like that."

Justu: "! Damn."

Justu: "Is it really okay for you to go alone?"

Lancelot: "Did the royal family send you an invitation? You have to be able to enter if you want to, don't you?"

Before leaving, Justu repeatedly told him to pay attention to safety, and to contact him in case of emergency. After receiving the news from Lancelot, he immediately led people into the palace.

Lancelot put on his coat and boarded the aircraft to the palace.

Entering the palace this time is different from the last time, at least this time since he stepped into the palace.

From that moment on, there were still people coming to greet him. The last time he walked from the gate of the palace to the main hall and then to the study room, he didn't even see a single person. From a distance, he saw two maids who ran away without approaching anyone.

But this is the palace, even if Lancelot closed his eyes, he would not get lost in his own home. Most of the people who led the way were people he knew himself, and there were not many new faces. It's better to say that it was more relaxed last time.

Under the guidance of several people, he finally arrived at the door of the study as last time, pushed the door open and entered, and the old emperor was sitting at the table where they played chess last time.

The same study room, the same furnishings, the same father and son, the old emperor's clothes are also the same as last time.

If there is a difference from last time, it should be that he was wearing casual clothes last time, but this time he is wearing military uniforms.

The military badges on the chest reflected dazzling light under the light, and one of them was unique to the marshal.

Lancelot sat opposite the old emperor, "Why did you call me back this time?"

The old emperor smiled, looked at the chessboard in front of them, "I asked you to come back and finish the unfinished chess."

Lancelot had just noticed that the chess game was still in the same position as when he left last time, without being moved.

"The military uniform is pretty majestic." The old emperor praised.

Lancelot frowned: "Is there anything else? If not, I'm going back to practice mecha."

The old emperor: "I'm not in a hurry for a while, and I don't know who you are in such a hurry with your temper."

Lancelot: "I don't want you to be like my queen mother, who else can there be?"

The old emperor smiled and said nothing.

He gestured for Lancelot to sit down, and said, "Then let's talk about the two-day mech competition?"

Lancelot asked straight to the point: "Is Bentley your man?"

The old emperor didn't shy away either: "Yes, just ask what you want."

Lancelot: "Why do you want to drag Uriah into the water?"

"Are you asking this as soon as you come up? What's the matter? After staying in the military for a long time, you still have feelings for it?"

"You still have to intervene in the affairs of the military and the royal family, aren't your experiments busy enough?"

The old emperor: "Of course I'm busy, but if someone pays me to continue my experiment, it doesn't seem too bad if I can get rid of Uriah."

Lancelot frowned: "What do you mean?"

The old emperor leaned on the chair: "What do you think?"

Lancelot narrowed his eyes: "So someone gave you money to continue your experiment, and the price was to get rid of Uriah?"

"It's still a bit short." The old emperor raised his hand and took a move, "There is still a price."

"what?"

The old emperor: "Take the northern crown as a prize for the winner in the mech competition."

"It's not a small price."

The old emperor: "It's just an equivalent exchange."

There were waves in Lancelot's light blue eyes, "Are you so sure that Bentley will beat me?"

The old emperor: "This time you were wrong. I called you back because I wasn't sure they would beat you." He made a gesture of invitation, indicating that it was time for Lancelot to move.

After going back that day, Lancelot thought about how to move after this game, but he did not expect that the old emperor would ask him to come back and continue to play this game. There are tens of thousands of moves, if you want to win, you still have to think carefully and be careful everywhere.

When Lancelot was considering where to go next, the old emperor continued: "To be honest, I am more optimistic about you. After all, you are my son. If you can get that position, the follow-up plans will be even better." convenient."

Lancelot's black chess fell: "Why don't you say that I am an Omega now?"

The old emperor: "I only said that you as an Omega will not be allowed to inherit the throne, but I never said that you can't drive mechas."

Lancelot didn't answer his words, and the two played several rounds of chess in silence. The king of the white chess was caught in danger many times.

The old emperor was not in a hurry to say anything to him, and the topic went elsewhere.

"I think Uriah may have already guessed that you are the prince."

Lancelot complained that if Uriah really knew that he was the prince of the empire, he could still write a thousand-character love letter to him, and have an online dating with him tens of thousands of light-years away?

Probably online dating, Lancelot thought.

But if one day Uriah really knows his identity, the camps of the two will be against each other...

Lancelot: "Why do you say that?"

The old emperor: "Think about it, it's only been five years since the last battle of Zongyuan. Know that the military is now at the intersection of forces, competing with each other

At this moment, if he leaves now, he will leave this mess to you. He is putting you in an unrighteous place. "

Lancelot thought to himself that he wanted to sow discord here, and it made sense after thinking about it. If he wasn't the one who was sexually harassed by Uriah, maybe he would have believed it.

Lancelot: "Then this is just perfect for me. When he comes back, the military department will change hands."

The old emperor laughed heartily when he heard his words: "As expected of my son, he is a quick learner. Last time I taught you to be willing and rewarding. You have learned it this time, but there is still something wrong with what you said. Let me teach you one more thing this time, be ruthless when you should be ruthless, and don't leave any hidden dangers behind."

The old emperor looked at Lancelot: "You should say that, the army has changed hands, and Uriah will not come back."

Lancelot: "Then Uriah won't be able to come back. Doesn't the military department and the throne belong to me?"

The old emperor: "Indeed, we made an appointment with you. If we can take back the military department, we will admit that Omega can inherit the throne."

Lancelot: "I will take back the military department, and I will not give up the throne." He smiled, "It's just not the time yet."

The old emperor: "Why do you say that?"

"You underestimate Uriah too much. It's not certain whether he will come back or not."

The old emperor's expression froze for a moment when he heard his words. Just as he was about to say something more, the white chess piece in Lancelot's hand dropped.

A smile appeared on his face, which belonged to the joy and pride of the winner.

"Checkmeta."