desire reconciliation

On the second day, Justu brought Lancelot to the door of Uriah's ward as agreed.

"Go in by yourself." Justu turned around and prepared to leave after speaking.

"You won't go in?" Lancelot asked.

"Do you really think that Adjutant Marshal is so free every day? I have to help you with your work." After finishing speaking, Justu walked away cursing, and he didn't forget to add: "It's really hard to take care of newcomers these days. "

Thinking back, Lancelot felt that yesterday's work was not too difficult, and he planned to go back to help Justu after visiting Uriah.

Thinking of this, he straightened the bouquet held in his left hand, and gently clasped his fingers on the door.

There was no response from inside, and the door opened automatically.

Lancelot walked in cautiously, the white curtains by the window were blown by the wind, bringing a faint smell of disinfectant.

Uriah was half-sitting on the hospital bed, with his head slightly tilted towards the direction of the window, his eyelids drooping, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lancelot had never seen Uriah look so defenseless. A few strands of black hair were scattered on his forehead, and he was very quiet. A few buttons on the top of the white hospital gown were unbuttoned.Unlike the majesty and solemnity when wearing a black military uniform, it gives people a very close feeling.

Maybe it was the sound of Lancelot's footsteps that woke him up. Uriah slowly opened his eyes and met Lancelot's eyes.

Lancelot was still organizing his words, and he didn't know whether he should greet him first or thank him first.

Uriah spoke first.

"go out."

Lancelot was taken aback for a moment, thinking he had heard it wrong.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Uriah's cold voice sounded again: "I'll let you out."

Lancelot didn't pay attention when he fell asleep just now, but now he noticed that Uriah's eyes were all black and bloodshot, and he looked very tired.

"I'm very sorry to disturb your rest." Lancelot thought that he might be annoyed when he got up, and he hurriedly placed the bouquet on the table beside him, "I'll put the flowers here first."

"Take the flowers too," Uriah said again.

The air froze for a moment.

Lancelot paused slightly with the hand that had just put down the bouquet, but picked it up again.

"Then I won't disturb your rest." After that, he exited the ward and closed the door.

How Lancelot got in is how he got out now, he sat on the bench in front of the hospital and spent a long time posting

In a daze, he finally threw the bouquet in his hand into the trash can.

Lancelot returned to the military headquarters to continue today's work. During the break, he talked to Justu: "Do you know that the Marshal is angry?"

"Yes, everyone is more or less angry when they wake up." Justu replied hastily before finishing the work in hand.

Lancelot nodded and continued to meditate.

Seeing that he finished his work so quickly, Justu arranged some more for him, and asked by the way, "How did you talk with Uriah today?"

"not too good."

"Ah? What's going on." Justu put down the document in his hand, and moved to the side of Lancelot like a crab with his hands on the stool.

"I was kicked out directly." Lancelot straightened the stack of documents in his hand. This was his third additional job given by Eustace today.

"What did you do to Uriah?" Justu put his hands on the stool, looking like he was waiting to gossip.

"You ask me, I want to know too." Lancelot said helplessly.

"How did he drive you away?"

"As soon as I got in he let me out."

"This is outrageous, when did Uriah become so unreasonable." Justu scratched his head.

Lancelot shrugged, saying he didn't know either.

"If you can finish your work, you can apply to the military hospital one day in advance if you want to visit Uriah." Justu leaned back on the back of the chair and turned around on the spot.

"You can go as long as you finish your work?"

"That's right. The military has always looked at work efficiency rather than working hours. If you can complete a day's work in two hours, I will give you the rest of the time off."

It is not a hypothetical fact that Lancelot graduated from the Military Academy as the number one in his grade. After two days of work, he was able to quickly solve some common problems.

And he found that the work is really not much, but his colleague, Adjutant Justu, doesn't seem to be working very well.

In order to speed up the progress of the work, he simply took Justu's share together.

Seeing that he just went out and sneaked back, and the work was done, Justu couldn't help sighing: "Wuhu! I suspect that there are wild snail girls in the marshal's office."

Lancelot glanced at him: "There is no wild snail girl, but there is a hard-working newcomer."

After several days of working together, Justu successfully changed his view of Lancelot.

In addition, this person even helped him finish the work, Justu affirmed: "It's really good. I see that you submitted the application yesterday. Are you still going to see Uriah today?"

Lancelot nodded.

"Go ahead, give the newcomers a day off in the afternoon."

Lancelot brought a bouquet of flowers with him this time, as he thought it necessary to visit the sick.

It's just that his mood was a little complicated, he was afraid that he would be kicked out like last time.

For this reason, he also specifically asked the doctor on duty Uriah's work and rest time, trying to avoid the time when he went to bed and woke up.

But the on-duty doctor asked three questions and said that there was nothing wrong with Uriah, he just needed to rest, and he didn’t need to stare at him 24 hours a day, so he didn’t know when Uriah would go to sleep and when to get up, Lancelot could only try his luck .

He stood in front of Uriah's ward, arranged his clothes again, checked the time for the last time, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door cautiously.

This time the door didn't open and no one responded.

Just as he was about to knock again, a muffled voice came from a loudspeaker next to the door.

"Lancelot?"

"It's me." Lancelot replied quickly.

I don't know if it's because of the radio problem of the machine, but Uriah's voice feels muffled.

Lancelot seemed to hear Uriah's heavy breathing, and there seemed to be something suppressed in his voice: "Don't let me see you."

Lancelot felt that the current situation was a little weird. Where did he provoke Uriah? Why did this person not even want to see him.

Before Lancelot could answer, Uriah cut off the voice first, and the corridor of the hospital was empty without any sound.

The door of Uriah's ward was not opened for him in the end.

Lancelot was once again rejected, a little disheartened, and he was also reflecting on what he had done during this period.

Except that he seemed to disturb Uriah's rest that day, and before that, when he was in the dungeon, Uriah didn't seem like this.

So when did he provoke Uriah, and this matter seemed to be a little serious, so serious that Uriah didn't want to see him again.

In the next few days, Lancelot was like a bee who was willing to work hard, and Justu felt a little sorry for arranging work for him.

"I think the marshal's office is going to be turned into an aquaculture field."

Lancelot buried his head in the papers

, replied to him: "Do you want to eat seafood?"

"No." Justu walked beside him, "Look up."

"What's the matter? There's still work on the side, I'll come one by one." Lancelot looked up at him.

"What do you think I look like?" Justu pointed at himself.

Lancelot was at a loss: "An ugly face that oppresses newcomers?" After a few days, the relationship between them has become very familiar, and it's not painful to make such jokes.

"Go away, you're willing to do it." Justu curled his lips.

"So what's the matter, after I finished speaking, I continued to work."

"Do you think I don't look like an aquaculture farmer? The kind that specializes in raising snail girls." Justu said nonsense seriously.

Lancelot burst out laughing: "Then why don't you say that you are like a beekeeper, I am that hardworking little bee."

"It seems okay to say that." Justu saw that he had finished joking and continued to work, and snatched the documents from his hand, "Okay, okay, you can rest for a while."

"Isn't there still unfinished work?" Lancelot was still thinking.

Justu: "If you keep doing this, people will really say that I have an ugly face that oppresses newcomers." Lancelot's workload these days is equivalent to his own workload for a month.

But Lancelot did not do so without reason.After being rejected for the second time that day, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he wanted to ask Uriah directly what he was doing.

In the end, he went to the military hospital to apply again. Good guy, Uriah directly named him and said that he could not be seen, which is really outrageous.

Lancelot had no choice but to do more work to make up for his mistakes, but he didn't know where he was wrong.

"No, as long as I have a job, I have nothing to do when I go back to the dormitory." Lancelot murmured.

Justu slapped his forehead: "By the way, I forgot to fill out the application form for you."

"What application form?"

"Didn't Uriah tell you? The Mech Department is recruiting new recruits this year, and his promotion qualification is given to you."

"What do you mean?" Lancelot wondered.

Justu was also confused by his reaction: "It's strange, didn't Uriah tell you? Could it be that you want to join the mecha department?"

Lancelot propped his chin and thought for a while: "I just said that I like mechs..."

"It's almost the same, that's why you didn't run away." Justu said

, took out an application form from a pile of documents, and handed it to him, "Fill it out quickly, or it will be a waste of time."

Lancelot took the form. It was indeed an application form for the Mech Department, and the recommender was Uriah's name.

Lancelot liked mechs since he was a child. If possible, what he wanted to do most when he came to the military department was to drive a mecha, but he didn't answer when Uriah asked him why he didn't apply to join the mecha department.

He couldn't say that he wanted to get close to the marshal, and he entered the military department because he wanted the military power of the general department to be returned to the royal family. If he entered the mecha department, he would have no chance to get close to the commanding heights of power.

When he got the application form that could be said to be his dream, he was in a daze.

"Joining the mech department means telling me to get out?" Lancelot looked at the form and didn't fill it out for a long time.

Justu yawned in the middle and choked on his saliva: "What nonsense, I finally finished the process for you, and if I bring in a newcomer again, I'm going to make a fuss."

He cleared his throat and said seriously: "Don't even think about running away, you still have to come and work for me if you go to study in the mech department."

Seeming to see Lancelot's concerns, Justu added: "Just go to the Mech Department and get a driver's license after studying, and you don't have to stay in the Mecha Department all the time."

Lancelot: "Don't you always stay in the Mecha Department after you finish your studies?"

Justu: "That's why you don't understand. The mecha department has good salaries and benefits so it can retain people, but there are many exceptions. For example, Uriah came to be a marshal after finishing his studies in the mecha department. I don't think so. Also the adjutant of the marshal? Many of us did not stay in the mech department in that class."

Lancelot really didn't expect to be able to leave his job and go to another department after finishing his driver's license test in the Mech Department, but if he went back to the time when he chose professional diversion, even if he knew it was possible, he might still choose the current department , because rationality tells him that the probability of success of the current choice is the greatest.

"Are you filling it out or not?" Justu said impatiently, wanting to grab the form in his hand

"Fill." Lancelot regained his senses, covered the form and put it away in his arms.

The form was filled out, and with Uriah's recommendation, it would be no problem for him to join the Mech Department.

But Lancelot couldn't understand what Uriah was thinking more and more.

It was fine when I went to the dungeon, and I told him many other things. Lancelot felt that they were not only subordinates, but also friends.

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As a result, after Uriah was hospitalized, his attitude towards him took a 180-degree turn, and he didn't even want to see him.

It's fine if you don't see him, because he recommended him to join the mech department with one sentence, and it gave Lancelot the feeling that they have a good relationship.

Lancelot wondered what Uriah was thinking.

"Justu, can you help me meet Uriah?"

Justu was scanning his form, and turned around and said, "Isn't he discharged today? You don't know, don't you?"

"Then where is he now?"

Justu turned on the terminal and asked Uriah directly, no one would reply, so he yelled a few words in several groups, and soon some witnesses jumped out to reply.

"Uriah seems to be in the dungeon."

Lancelot quickly asked, "Where is the dungeon?"

Justu looked at the screen and frowned: "You should know where he is when you go to the dungeon."