Get down on your knees, useless Alpha

A reception for Imperial diplomats was held on the same day as Lemonks' funeral, but most of the senior officers were absent from the reception.

After fighting for so many years, which officer did not have a few relatives or friends who died on the battlefield?It's fine if you don't punch the people who see the empire, but now you have to greet them with a smile and drink with them?These honest officers can't do it.

If they don't come, the congressmen will feel much more relieved. If a few do come, they have to watch carefully, lest they get drunk and mess up the whole reception.

Others could not come, but Rabelais, the current federal marshal, had to come.

Although few people know the truth behind the peace talks, the lineup of the empire this time is indeed unprecedentedly luxurious.

Because the empire has come to this man—Empire Marshal Lian Yi.

As the number one enemy of the Federation, the Imperial Marshal came to discuss the peace talks in person, which sounded like a joke.But when all this actually happened, the joke seemed less funny.

I don't know how many federal soldiers angrily reprimanded the parliament for not killing Lian Yi directly, let alone how many pairs of eyes were closely watching Lian Yi's every move.

But Lian Yi has never appeared in the sight of others, and he has never been seen in any open or secret communication.If it hadn't been confirmed that there was such a person on the list of the empire's envoys, and the empire would not make such jokes, it is estimated that many people would doubt whether Lian Yi really came.

Lian Yi's performance also strengthened the suspicion of countless people - this must be a conspiracy of the empire!Imperial Marshal Lian Yi must have come to the Federation to do bad things!

But having said that, if Lian Yi really appeared on the stage and exchanged cups with the people from the Federation...it would be even more terrifying!

Of course, regardless of whether Lian Yi appeared in person or not, since he came, he could participate in any of the exchange meetings, so Rabelais, as the federal marshal, had to appear.

The atmosphere of the reception seemed to be quite happy and harmonious. People who were completely unknown before gathered together in twos and threes to talk about something. The smiles on their faces were all molded, as if the previous battle had never happened.

Many people also noticed Rabelais, came up to toast him with a glass of wine, and chatted for a while. The topic was nothing more than congratulations on his becoming a federal marshal.

By the way, congratulations to Marshal Lian Yi of the Empire for killing Marshal Lemonks in the previous battle?

Rabelais thought indifferently.He was a little top-heavy when he was drunk by glasses of wine, and he couldn't avoid being irritable in such an environment where everyone was laughing.

But he still looks very kind on the surface, smiling at everyone who came over, and then walked to a corner without the attention of others, wanting to be quiet there, drink a few glasses of honey water, so as not to get drunk later confused.

Getting drunk is not the point. The point is that Rabelais is worried that he will draw his gun and give each of the diplomats a bullet.

No matter how calm a person is, he can't control himself when he's drunk.

But just as Rabelais walked through a curtain, he was caught off guard and dragged in by the person hiding behind the curtain.

If it is said that when he was dragged in, Rabelais was still calm, and while thinking about whose conspiracy it was, he planned to draw his gun. When he saw the people behind the curtain clearly, he just wanted to yell "enemy attack".

Because behind the curtain is Imperial Marshal Lian Yi.

Moreover, Lian Yi moved faster than Rabelais. Before Rabelais could make any move, the gun in his hand touched Rabelais' forehead, and the other hand clasped his neck, pressing him against the ground. on the window.

Rabelais resisted the urge to shout immediately.

As one of the imperial envoys, Lian Yi is naturally qualified to attend this reception.And if Lian Yi didn't want others to know that he was coming, then other diplomats in the Federation would naturally not talk too much.

Then there is only one problem.

"Why are you here?" Rabelais asked calmly.

Lian Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lazily, "Drink."

Then the two of them stopped talking.

I don't know what the designers thought at the time. The windows were designed to be recessed from the wall, and the curtains that were close to the wall covered them up.

No one will notice Rabelais' sudden disappearance for a while.

The muzzle of the gun in Lian Yi's hand moved from Rabelais' forehead to his heart.

The music of the violin, which sounded disturbing before, now sounds very soft, and the lingering tune seems to be stretched out for a long time.Everyone's chatting and laughing and the crisp sound of cups colliding through the thick curtains were indistinct.The lingering smell of wine on the tip of the nose does not know who it is coming from.

"Where's the Marshal?" Someone finally discovered Rabelais' disappearance and asked.The sound reached the ears of the two people behind the curtain, making them startled at the same time.

"I think I should go out," Rabelais said.

Lian Yi retracted the gun that was on Rabelais' heart, and the movement of retracting the hand clasping his neck slowed down a lot intentionally or unintentionally.

Rabelais pretended not to know anything, calmly walked out from behind the curtain, and walked into the crowd.

The location of the curtain was very remote, no one noticed it, it looked like Rabelais had just gone to the other side, and now he came back, and no one noticed that something was wrong, just came up to chat with a wine glass.

Rabelais walked around the crowd, drank until he almost threw up, and then found a chance to return to the curtain.

Before pulling the curtains open, Rabelais didn't know why he hesitated, but he still reached out to lift the curtains.

There was no one behind the curtains, only the cool wind blowing in from the open window, blowing over Rabelais' face, which was a little hot from drinking.

It seemed like a dream, and also like a bizarre fantasy after being drunk.