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"Book 456, thank you."

【Retrieved for you...】

Torre rubbed his neck, opened the panel in front of him and continued the comparison. His Highness gave limited information, and the gene pool comparison failed, so he could only retrieve it from ancient books.

"Hey, I hope Queen Su will bless you."

Torrey clasped his hands together and said a simple prayer.

"Tap..."

"Your Excellency Torre? Good day, I didn't expect to see you here."

Becca performed a simple etiquette, and sat on the side seat holding the retrieval screen.

"Becca? Aren't you on vacation? Come to help that little girl, Bella, search for experimental documents?"

Torre replied to the lieutenant with a smile, silently closed his search page, and changed to a royal history interface.

Becca shook her head, as if thinking of something, she quickly scanned the surroundings with her brown eyes, and then approached Torre mysteriously.

"Why, does the lieutenant have anything to say?"

Torre slowly flipped through the history of the royal family in his hands, with a proper smile on his face.

"I have something to say, Your Highness, um, I mean, has the relationship between Your Highness and His Majesty eased?"

"Well, that's a weird question to ask."

Becca scratched her hair, changed two positions back and forth, and finally put her hand next to her mouth, and hooked her fingers towards Torrey.

"Come closer."

Torre raised his eyebrows, and leaned slightly with his very reserved straight chest.

"Let me tell you, we seem to have found a solution to the ghost crab, so His Highness's garrison may have to..."

Becca spoke slowly and quietly, then shut up and made a gesture of taking off, looking like Torrey with burning eyes.

"You also know that I am a member of His Majesty's 'Ear', the news is absolutely reliable, um... well, I actually want to ask, can I exchange for a small quota?"

After finishing speaking, Becca touched his nose uncomfortably, and then looked at the search screen in Torre's hand with erratic eyes.

Forgive him for doing this kind of thing for the first time, and he really has no experience.

"For Bella? You want your sister to graduate and join His Highness's army?"

"It's really surprising. I think you should know that our Highness voluntarily gave up the right of inheritance...Aren't His Majesty's 'ears' staunch royalists?"

Now Torre's two eyebrows are raised high, because he is a serval cat race, the expression made by the raised eyebrows makes his face look extraordinarily long, almost reaching the ears, Some faint sense of treachery.

"Hey, it's a long story, let's consider all kinds of things comprehensively, and you remember to help me contact His Highness."

Becca did not directly explain the reason, but Torre touched the back of his hand with a smile, probably thinking of the reason behind Becca's choice.

"I'm not sure about that. You also know that His Highness is temporarily leaving his job to recuperate from his injuries. Moreover, His Highness's adjutant has the final say on this matter, and I am just an ordinary and innocent housekeeper."

Torre blinked at Becca, showing a standard butler smile.

"...Damn, I understand, are you really a cat? You can't be a fox in cat's skin, are you? Your Highness didn't smell it and pick it off?"

Becca bumped Torrey's arm with his elbow and turned on his optical brain.

"The clinical trial has reached the third stage, and there is still the last stage, about 10 days, the result of whether ghost crabs can be used as food will come out."

"You also know that after all, it is something that people eat, so the experiment process will be longer. After all, the empire has to be responsible to the people, especially when it comes to promotion, there are too many differences between races."

"I don't have the specific data. Maybe Lanza knows? No, I sent you the video. It's this little guy who inspired us. It looks like a cub of a ferocious beast race."

Becca airdropped the video folder, patted Torrey on the shoulder and left.

"Chat back!"

Torre didn't click on the video Becca sent him. He stared at Beka's leaving figure, sighed and lowered his head to switch back to the page he had actually retrieved.

"Imperial power is really an art of balance."

"I thought of such a way to send information because I couldn't save face? Hey, the older I get, the more childish I am."

The more Torrey thought about it, the more he felt that it was the right choice for him not to get married or have children, but to devote himself wholeheartedly to his work in the service shop.

Thinking of this, Torre slowly opened the video that Becca gave him.

"Cubs of beasts? Heh, even fiercer than Cayburn? Kay of the Empire..."

"????"

Then I was attracted by the disheveled but extremely familiar wings inside.

Oh hoo?

Your Highness, your kid is taken by your father?

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"Ah chirp!"

Lin Qing sneezed, shivered her little wings and retracted them under the quilt.

"Can elves catch a cold? No way, who is thinking about me?"

Thinking about the number of friends he had with only two fingers, Lin Qing guessed that sister Bangyi was thinking about him.

"By the way, I forgot to ask what my sister's name is! You can't call her a nickname? Cat cat? Twinkle?"

"There is also Ao Tuo's contact information... Ah, is it fading away without old memories!"

Lin Qing patted himself on the forehead, buried himself in the quilt, and recorded these two events in Guangnao's memo.

"I also need to ask about Alto's mailing method... Well, I have enough money. I have never sent an interstellar express in my life. I hope it will not be too expensive across planets."

Just like all ordinary people, Lin Qing is also a hand-chopper who would rather things be more expensive than pay for postage, and only wants free shipping. When he sees the postage, he will persuade him to quit, and he has to compare the things he sends by himself. How much is the difference between a few catties and a few dollars...

Just don't be too real.

"I don't know what the Interstellar Express company is called. Is there Dongfeng Express hahahaha." Thinking of the stalk of the original world, Lin Qing pulled his brain and curled up under the quilt, laughing happily.

"Dongfeng Express, the mission must be achieved! Free shipping worldwide, expedited in the United States and Japan!"

"Development by range, credibility by precision!"

Lin Qing rolled on the bed and made several poses. When she was alone, she always had a sudden convulsion. The little elf was rolling under the quilt with her wings pressed down. Fortunately, the little wings are elastic and quite thin. It doesn't hurt and can be bent at will.

"We just let go of the second kicker, it's all fake, comrades in the war and neglect bureau... huh..."

Amusing himself on the bed for a long time, Lin Qing spread out into a piece of elf cake, lying on the bed with his feet exposed, and slowly fell into a deep sleep with the quilt only slightly covered, still muttering The call of the comrades of the Bureau of War and Ignorance.

Ao Lei on the other side looked at the darkened screen and leaned on the sofa, pinching the toy ball in his hand expressionlessly.

The children didn't say good night to him tonight.

Ao Lei moved his fingers, and the projected holographic screen slowly slid along the gesture. The chat records of the two were thumbnailed and placed beside them, and the good night at the end of each date was very neat.

Except for today, there is not even a good night under the date.

The mental power in the manic stage seemed to feel the confusion of the master, and slowly spread outward, blindly trying to find the answer.

But within its domain, familiar markers are not on the map.

The spiritual power of not being able to find the marked belongings did not get the desired resonance, and he ran around the villa a little irritably. Aole frowned and turned off the screen with his fingers.

"Quiet."

The tone was very light, but it was too cold, and his restless mental strength retreated aggrievedly, but the manic period made him even retract in a radial manner.

It wants that white and fluffy marker property.

The powerful tentacles of mental power curled themselves up in a corner, angrily patting the network of the spiritual sea, and a faint sense of pain was transmitted from the brain.

Ole sighed, rubbing his brow habitually.

Although the degeneration of the original form has been alleviated to a certain extent, the incommon memory makes his actions in the original form unknown.

For example, mental power mark, this is not an act that can be done to ordinary relationships.

Although he really wanted to establish a more solid relationship with the children based on friends, the mark of spiritual power was somewhat in the scope of mutual privacy.

But in fact, the kid didn't even know what spiritual power was, so he was unilaterally marked by him in his original form.

Fortunately, in the original form, he has not unilaterally entered the child's spiritual world to explore, otherwise, with the stability of that form's mental power, it is easy to cause riots in the other party's spiritual world. If not, there will be another one attached.

It is simply a hidden danger.

It's not that Ole hasn't tried to send a message to his original form to warn him, but apparently he has amplified his nature in the original form...or the stubbornness inherent in his genes. He is proud of the self-control that he has trained for many years. The decline of memory disappeared completely, and he would not listen to his warnings in human form at all, and even insisted on doing the opposite.

This is also enough to illustrate the consequences of mania plus the decline of genotoxin.

Endless magnification of desire and bestiality, the empire will be in turmoil, and there will be bloodshed and war every day.

Compulsory sleep is the only effective method. In this way, the empire will fall into dead silence, life will be forced to end, but death will follow everywhere.

Eighty percent of the soldiers and ordinary patients who chose to sleep forcibly died in the end.

"click"

Clenched fists made the sound of intertwined joints, Ao Lei looked at his own light brain, and said nothing in a low voice.

Is the future full of hope or bumpy and falling?

He has no way to choose a [-]-[-] answer. As the sharp blade of the empire, he can neither be full of hope nor fall into despair. It is his basic responsibility and requirement to look at everything in a balanced manner.

This is very much like the person he hates the most.

The atmosphere in the living room seemed to have become a little depressing.

[Ding Ding Ding——]

Fortunately, a harsh ringtone broke the overly serious atmosphere.

"Torre?"

Ao Lei opened the video communication, and was a little surprised to see Torre with a strange expression on his face.

"Yue'an, Your Highness, I don't know how much you know about your little friend. I may have a piece of information here, which may be helpful or troublesome to you."

Torre gave a simple salute, waved his hand and sent a video file through the air.

The expression was teasing, more like wanting to see his reaction.

Ao Lei saw what Torre was thinking, and without responding, he clicked on the transferred file.

Then he recognized the disheveled little guy in the video at a glance.

???

It is really rare that there is such a rough time.

The air pressure around Ao Lei visibly loosened.