desire reconciliation

"If I told you, would you still let me stay here overnight?"

"That depends on what you say."

Uriah hesitated, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "Idri has declared war on me."

Lancelot raised his eyes and asked, "When did it happen?"

"Two weeks ago," Uriah replied, "the war will start on the first of next month."

Lancelot counted the days, and there was less than a week left.

"What else?" Lancelot folded his hands in front of his chest, pointing his index finger impatiently at his arms.

Uriah was silent for a moment, "The location is on star TE-009, and I'm going to take 300 people there."

Star TE-009 is the planet that contains precious energy stones. It is located at the junction of the interstellar field in the south of the Empire and north of the Federation. All forces are entrenched and occupied by star thieves all year round.

"Do you know what the Graham family does?"

"I know that they are in the business of heavy machinery, and they have a deep relationship with the Federation. They can control both sides of Star TE-009, and they have a large sphere of influence."

Lancelot laughed angrily at him: "In other people's territory, there are only so few people with you. Are you going to give away the heads?"

Uriah's eyes were elsewhere, not meeting him.

Lancelot's tone was a little sullen: "Is it because I don't ask you, and you don't plan to tell me?"

"I have plans to tell you...but I never had a chance..." Uriah was a little lacking in confidence.

"Then what reason are you going to use this time to not let me go? Is my lack of strength holding you back?"

"I didn't say you're not good enough..." Uriah murmured.

Lancelot turned and walked to the door: "Let's stop here today, anyway, I can't stop Marshal Uriah from doing what he wants, Marshal, please do as you please." After speaking, he closed the door and left.

Uriah was honest and didn't catch up this time. This matter was indeed his own fault. He really should have discussed such a big matter with Lancelot, but seeing that he has been busy these days, his face is not very good. The truth is that it is not easy to talk to him, and after procrastinating and procrastinating, I didn't expect to say it from Lancelot first.

Lancelot stood quietly on the other side of the door for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.

In the next few days, Uriah seemed to deliberately avoid meeting Lancelot, and he didn't see anyone for several days.

But this person just didn't show his face. As for what else he did,

Lancelot is really speechless.

Since the two broke up that night, for several days in a row, the documents that Lancelot brought back to the dormitory at night would be magically completed after he took a bath.

If he didn't bring back the documents, there would definitely be a cup of warm milk on the table. No matter how long Lancelot soaked in the bath, the milk would be neither hot nor cold when he got it, and the temperature was just right.

It doesn't take a second to know who did it.

But this man just doesn't show his face.

Lancelot knew that Uriah was admitting his mistake, but as the day of the war approached, this person didn't seem to want to have a serious talk with him at all. It was a lie to say that Lancelot was not in a hurry. Knowing whether to punish Uriah or himself.

It wasn't long before Lancelot entered the bathroom that day, pretending to turn on the shower, and the sound of water came from the house, but he had no intention of taking a bath.

As if hearing the movement from Lancelot, a figure slipped out of the house, and one jumped out of the window.

The wind outside the window blew into the corridor, leaving Lancelot with white curtains blowing in the wind.

He opened the terminal and entered a line of words in the opened interface.

Not long after the send button was pressed, another gust of wind brought up the white at the end of the corridor.

The curtains slowly floated down, and Uriah's figure appeared in front of the window.

Dressed in black, because the moonlight did not blend into the night, he walked slowly in front of Lancelot and said, "I thought I would never see you before I left."

Although Uriah said so, in the past few days, he waited for Lancelot to fall asleep almost every night before sneaking in. He didn't miss the sleeping face at all, and he was pretending to be quite similar at the moment.

Regarding what happened a few days ago, he quickly explained: "There is also the matter of Idri. The target of his war is not the empire or the military, but me."

Uriah was just talking about things this time, without any overstepping. He was half an arm's length away from Lancelot, the distance between normal friends.

He continued: "Idri did not start the war for the throne, as a contender for the throne he has already lost."

Lancelot looked at him: "You don't have to fight."

This is a war between Alphas, a war that Lancelot has already identified as the "winner".

Uriah smiled and said, "I don't want others to covet my baby."

If there is, he will definitely eradicate it to avoid future troubles.

Uriah looked at his expression

He was a little dignified, and he was still wondering if his words might have misunderstood him, but Lancelot's words were always unexpected, and he just said one sentence, "Now is a society ruled by law, and murder is against the law."

Uriah couldn't hold back a chuckle, "So sure I will win?"

Today's Lancelot did not play cards according to the routine, only heard him say: "Not sure."

"Hey, I will really be sad when you say that," Uriah said.

Lancelot ignored him, took a step forward and pulled up Uriah's sleeve, revealing the terminal on his wrist, and touched his own terminal with his, a power of attorney lit up on Uriah's terminal.

Uriah first saw that the inscription on the authorization letter was Lancelot's name, and then he saw the dispatch authorization of a large number of warships and soldiers.

"This is?"

Lancelot touched his nose, not knowing why he was a little embarrassed: "The ones I lent you are all private troops, and have nothing to do with the Royal Army."

In fact, he knew Idri's intentions from the beginning.

Uriah brought only a few people because he was not confident, but because he really had limited manpower and equipment.

He is a marshal, but he cannot borrow the power of the military department. If he borrows it, he is using power for personal gain.

So those 300 people were all borrowed by Uriah from the dungeon and Vincent. Ordinary mercenaries can't believe it, and there are not many people who can be trusted. As far as Lancelot knows, it is what he said. 300 people are all counting, but in fact there are not so many.

"Where do you get so many people?" Uriah asked.

Lancelot: "Borrow it from Liana."

Uriah looked at him with erratic eyes, and continued to ask: "Can the Federation have so many people?"

Then Lancelot explained again like squeezing toothpaste: "I borrowed some from Li Feng."

Uriah's eyes narrowed slightly. Why did Lancelot find the person he couldn't find? "Since when did you know him so well?"

It's not that Uriah didn't expect to find Li Feng. After all, the leader of the star bandits is still a bit powerful, but he has been inquiring about his whereabouts for two weeks. The only news is that he went to a no-man's land to start a mine.

In fact, Li Feng didn't go anywhere, and just stayed on a private planet of the Federation.

Lancelot had doubts about Li Feng's identity and position before, and after many inquiries and confrontations with himself, he finally understood what was going on.

Li Feng is a high-ranking official from the Beastman Kingdom.

An officer, and also the leader of the Star Thief Group, is indeed a character who has real power in both the light and the dark.

As for why Uriah has not been able to contact Li Feng, it is because Li Feng met with Lancelot a few days ago, and after listening to Lancelot's account of a series of things that happened between the two, Li Feng found out out of hand......

Li Feng looks like a werewolf Alpha, but he is actually a very emotional person.

Lancelot can swear that his narration is very objective and fair, the kind that can be directly used as a confession in the trial court.

But this Li Feng cried so much that his nose and tears couldn't stop falling after listening to his narration, it was really peacekeeping on that paralyzed face.

Still singing the praises of this beautiful love, even improvising a poem.

In the next few days, he stopped all communication devices with the outside world, leaving only a few special lines for emergency use.

That's why Uriah couldn't contact Li Feng, but Li Feng was able to agree to Lancelot.

Uriah couldn't laugh or cry after hearing the story of the incident: "So you knew from the beginning who this battle was for, and you're still playing tricks on me?"

Lancelot didn't feel wronged: "If I don't do this, you still won't tell me next time."

Uriah's cedar-scented pheromone suddenly rose from the surroundings: "You wronged me again, I said it all, but I just didn't find the time to say it."

He approached Lancelot: "I am the snail girl, no, it should be the Marshal of the snail, but I have worked hard for you for so many days, and the hot milk has never been left behind. Now it is time for me to get angry. What is your Highness going to do?" Coax me?"

The rosemary pheromone is not to be outdone, intertwined with cedar in the air, as if to appease the restless cedar pheromone.

"Let's go tomorrow morning, Marshal, you should have a good rest now."

Uriah seemed to be pleased by the rosemary scent, and the cedar pheromone actually showed signs of restraint.

"Then the account will be settled after I come back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot frowned: "What's the matter? If you don't want to, forget it."

Lancelot looked at his expression with a bit of resentment: "Marshal, do you know that your flag is about to insert yourself into a hedgehog?"

Uriah thought that this was being abused by Justus again, how could such a serious person like Lancelot know

After setting the flag, he smiled and said, "Is there any way, Your Highness, to remove the flag?"

Lancelot pondered: "The first flag means that things that may not happen again in the future, and the reverse flag is to make these things that may not happen happen now."

Uriah felt that Justu seemed to be able to do some personnel work, and he continued following Lancelot's words: "Then Your Highness means to coax me now?"

He continued to push forward: "But the good atmosphere just now has been disturbed, how will His Highness compensate me?"

Indeed, Lancelot is also considering how to make a quick decision, not only to set up the reverse flag, but also to let Uriah rest well so that he can get enough energy to start tomorrow.

Finally, he finally thought of a trick. Lancelot reached out and grabbed Uriah's clothes, and whispered in his ear, "Brother..."

Before Lancelot realized how embarrassing this incident was, the cedar-flavored pheromone that had been restrained just now exploded in an instant, filling the entire corridor in an instant, so thick that it was a bit choking people.

This time, the progress is much faster than before.

It was already noon when Lancelot woke up the next day, and he couldn't remember when he fell asleep. The last thing he remembered was that he saw that the outside of the window had begun to turn white.

He really admired Alpha's physical strength, is there really someone who can toss like this until the middle of the night and still be as energetic as a normal person without feeling tired at all.

Lancelot was standing by the window with his coat on. Uriah had already left with his private troops, and he didn't know when he would be back from this trip.

In the beginning, the two of them would still use the terminal to talk, but later on, both of them were too busy.

Lancelot had to take care of both the royal family and the military, as well as the reorganization of the dungeon.

Star TE-009 is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It took the troops led by Uriah nearly two weeks to break into Star TE-009. He needed to do the front-line command operations and the deployment of supplies in the rear of the private troops.

Both of them are considerate for each other, but they are both patient.

The result is that there is often no communication for several days, only a few short messages lying quietly on the chat interface.

Lancelot did not immediately inherit the throne, but took the lead in rectifying the royal family and the dungeon.

There is a document from Uriah fully supporting Lancelot, representing the military

The royal family finally reunited in public view after many years.

In the royal family, all the powerful ones have more or less shady businesses in the dungeon. With Lancelot's acting skills and methods, and Vincent's secret help, the old emperor's obsession with experiments has flowed out over the years. The rights that should have belonged to the royal family were taken back by Lancelot again.

On the other hand, Lancelot is also actively promoting the governance of the dungeon. Reforms are always painful, and if there are voices of support, there will be voices of opposition.

If Lancelot wanted to move the dungeon, those with vested interests in the black industry would naturally not be willing.

The reform and governance of the dungeon has a long way to go, and it is by no means a problem that can be solved in a few days. Lancelot is also ready for a protracted war.

One afternoon in autumn, Lancelot stood in front of the study window and looked out.

In the interstellar era, human beings have long controlled the trend of global warming, and it is not uncommon to grasp the four seasons. Days that are somewhat difficult for human beings, such as hot summer and cold winter, can no longer appear.

It's just that the ecosystem in the palace still maintains the changes of the four seasons, which is a tradition left by the old emperor many years ago.

Go outing in spring, enjoy the shade in summer, add clothes in autumn, and warm up in winter solstice.

This is common sense that the empire and even the entire interstellar world do not have. It may even be ridiculed as a corrupt pastime for the nobles and rich people.

But Lancelot grew up in such an environment.

After leaving the palace to go to the military headquarters for several years, he was a little unfamiliar with this climate and environment. He was staring at the ginkgo tree downstairs with few leaves left, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

The door was opened, and Justu came in swaggeringly, whistling.

Lancelot found it funny looking at him: "Do you really regard the palace as your own home?"

During this period of time, You Situ has come here for countless times. He is familiar with the layout of the palace. He pours water and makes tea by himself, where is the cup, and is very proficient in how to call the robot.

Justu himself also found it miraculous. A year ago, how could he have imagined that he would be able to enter and leave the palace so easily today. This is the territory of the royal family that has always been opposed to the military.

Justu threw the wet garbage at hand to the butler robot very smoothly, and said, "The imperial palace is my home, and civilization depends on everyone, hahahahaha."

He walked to the desk with a cup in his hand, and joked casually: "I've all been here, I've been here for a long time.

It is expected that after you and Uriah get married, the reunification of the royal family and the military will be a matter of time. Don’t you think it will happen now?And when are you two going to announce it? I see that group of people in the military department are looking forward to the stars and the moon every day. I hope you two can announce it as soon as possible. "

Justu spoke vigorously: "Oh, yes, there is one more thing, I must tell you, you don't even know how funny it is. As for the royal guards you threw at the military department, they were so condescending at first. When I went to our military headquarters, I thought there might be a fight between the two sides, and I thought about how to persuade the fight, but guess what happened?"

Not giving Lancelot a chance to answer at all, Justu said self-consciously: "Now the royal guards have become the mascots of the military department! They are surrounded by a group of people everywhere, and I am afraid that the big group in the military department will Don't scare your little white flower bones of the royal family, don't you say it turned out to be outrageous, I don't care about anything, they now treat the royal guards as big treasures, as if they are afraid that they will not be able to think about it, now as long as these people As soon as you go out, you will be surrounded by several people from the military department. I went to take a look a few days ago, and the harmony couldn’t be more harmonious, but it’s funny and it’s really funny.”

This kind of result was really unexpected by Lancelot. Lancelot, who was busy working every day during this period, smiled after a long absence.

I heard Justu continue to say: "Then your royal guards don't believe that you and Uriah are on good terms, but everyone in our military headquarters knows that when Uriah pretended to be unconscious, you two were in that little broken house." I stayed alone in the dormitory for so many days, Uriah’s hormones walking in the world, there is no one who would not be attracted to him, of course I know that you are a special case, you may not be, but I can’t stand those in the military department People have no brains to brag about Uriah, right? Of course, brother, your strength is also recognized by our military department as awesome."

It's also difficult for Justu, and three sentences will come from Qua Lancelot, full of desire to survive.

Justu rubbed his hands: "So brother, let me know, when will you two announce it?"

Lancelot knew what he was calling for when he saw "big money" written all over his eyes. It is estimated that this person has already taken out all the money for his pension, so he made a bet after asking here. .

"Why don't you ask Uriah?"

This hits Justu's sore spot again: "You, you, you, you have the nerve to say, I'm so pissed off, I think who was going through the wind and rain every day, being an adjutant is worse than being a nanny, who is the marshal most powerful subordinate

!it's me!Justu!It turned out to be good now, something popped up out of nowhere, Park Qianyu, where can any cat or dog come to attack Uriah?It's outrageous.What are you saying to give more opportunities to newcomers, why don't you care about the lonely and widowed elderly?What a scumbag Uriah. "

Justu always thought of what to say, and after scolding, he figured it out again: "Oh, but it's true, your affairs are not as simple as his, and if you let me stay and help you, you actually trust me." After finishing speaking, he Patting Lancelot on the shoulder, he pretended to be profound and said, "Young people, do a good job, the future of the empire is in your hands."

Lancelot didn't complain too much, and asked, "What are you looking for today?"

He didn't expect to get any answer when he asked this question. After all, the reason why this person came to him one time later was "passing by and getting a glass of water when he was thirsty".

Justu scratched his head: "Hey, I don't want to come either. Your butler came to me again and asked when you will inherit the throne."

Lancelot fiddled with the yellowed leaves in his hand, and replied, "I haven't thought about it."

In fact, he wanted to wait for Uriah to come back before inheriting the throne, and he wanted Uriah to see that moment.

But he knew it might be too late.

Justu continued: "Isn't there a rule in your royal family that the throne cannot be vacant for more than 180 days, and if it exceeds the succession of the heir, don't you want the throne that you finally got back?"

There is only a week before the deadline. Uriah has not replied to him since last week. Fortunately, there is no bad news in the communication from the front line. Otherwise, Lancelot might really not want the throne and rush to TE directly. -009 stars.

Time is pushing him forward, and there is no sign of Uriah coming back. Preparations for the coronation ceremony are in full swing inside and outside the palace, but Lancelot alone feels a little chill in the noise.

There was not a single leaf on the ginkgo tree downstairs.

Even the leaves that fell on the ground were swept away, and the ground was spotless.

The prince by the window on the second floor sighed softly.

Winter has come, and the marshal has not returned.