star watcher

Three hours later, Yu police came late and rescued a group of pale-faced people.

"Your words don't count, you clearly said to let us go!"

"We keep our word, and we will definitely let you go. However, the space police and us are two different things. We are just ordinary federal citizens, what right do we have to order the space police?" The little black cat explained with a smile.

His and Will's identities are also forged. Strictly speaking, they are foreigners except for space pirates, and neither of them can be seen. But with Sesdie present, Medusa has enough credibility, so it is not a problem .

Bamboo silently records the emotional tendencies of human society, and people have a natural sense of awe towards doctors.

Under the threat of his identity revealing form, the fake thieves were in fear, and they didn't fight to the death. Although Milan was in danger, he still persisted for a long time.You have to know that he is barely able to control the improved version of Frost Walk. It is not easy to support for half an hour under the double three-level subordinates, and 5 minutes under the captain's subordinates.

Milan fought hard and quickly, looking embarrassed and comfortable physically and mentally.

Steering the mecha directly into the Medusa, Milan saw the little face paralyzed standing next to the landing platform of the mecha at a glance.

"Banbu." He retracted the mecha and walked towards his younger brother. Just as he took the first step, his feet felt a little weak, and when he staggered a little, a familiar hand reached out to support him.

It doesn't look like a very strong and solid body, but it is always reliable.

Milan smiled, but Bamboo didn't speak. In the second step, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and in the third step, he handed him a bottle of water.

Milan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Thank you Bamboo."

"It was a great game." Bamboo looked at the red ball of light beating in Milan's heart, "Let's go back."

The three spaceships took the shape of a character and continued to fly to Huayao Star.

After dealing with the fake space pirates and sending the space police away, Milan took Bamboo, bid farewell to Sesti, and returned to Hercules.

It was also a small reunion for them after a long absence. The arrival of the little black cat and Will undoubtedly gave Milan a shot in the arm.

The little black cat is very conscientious. He has already boarded the Hercules earlier, introduced himself to Demreco, and asked about the situation of the two little masters, and then began to perform the duties of the housekeeper—Milan and Bamboo. Appeared, physical supplements and hot towels were ready, and the bathroom was filled with hot water. The medical cabin was set with a massage function, inviting Milan to lie in and relax his muscles, and then commanded the little robot to decorate and transform their living environment ...

He rolled up his sleeves here and worked hard, and Will and Demreko were not idle. Speaking of which, the little black cat appeared on the light screen once or twice, and Demreco at least knew this face .For Will, it was the first time to face each other formally.

But after seeing Will, their expressions froze for a moment.

Seeing Greg wrapped in an exoskeleton behind Will, Demreko's pupils shrank slightly.

Then he called Will very simply to go to the training room.

Therefore, when Milan came out of the medical cabin, what he saw were two people with bruised noses and swollen faces, limping into the medical room with their shoulders crossed and their backs crossed.

The only difference is whether there are more or less bruises on the face.

When Milan returned to the bedroom, what he saw was a big change of clothes and shoes, brand new sheets, and whether there were enough daily necessities.

When he went to the dining room again, it felt like he had entered the wrong door—he hadn’t seen such a homely restaurant in three years. The tablecloths were white, the wax tables were shiny, flowers were used as decorations, and music was used as a foil. Xiao Hei The cat showed its skills, cooked a delicious dinner, and was putting the dishes on the table one by one.

There were already two people sitting at the table, waving the knife and fork on the left side, bowing left and right, saw Milan approaching, paused slightly, and quickly forked the last piece of double-horned beef on the plate into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

"Bambu." Milan called out.

Bamboo nodded and continued chewing.

The person on the right looks like an armored knight in the middle ages, with an exoskeleton wrapped all over his body, his expression looks dull, but there is also a look of joy in his eyes.

"Greg, long time no see." Milan greeted, "You look good."

Greg blinked, "Yes."

"Your Excellency Starlight." The little black cat came out of the kitchen, wearing a white apron, holding a silver tray in his hand, put the plate in front of Bamboo, and took back the empty plate, "Tonight's menu is a feast of seafood, what do you want? What afternoon tea do you want first?"

"Little black cat, call me Milan." Milan smiled, "My name." If Milan's attitude towards Will and the little black cat was 7 points before, now it is a full 9 points for not being adulterated—not to mention In addition, being able to guard everything in the gray star field very faithfully even after they lost contact for so long, and even came to help without hesitation from dozens of light-years away, Milan's vigilant heart was warmed up.

Hearing the real name from an outsider has a completely different meaning from telling the real name in person.

Telling the other party's real name in person is Yu Pirate's unique way of expressing trust.

The little black cat was stunned for less than a second, and understood that it was officially accepted by Milan, and couldn't stop smiling: "Your Excellency Milan, would you like some herbal tea with cookies? There is still a little time for dinner."

"Ok."

Bamboo continued eating quickly while they were talking.He won't tell Milan that this is the eighth plate of meat. The little black cat has seen his special ability, and he will do everything he asks, so he won't feel strange. Milan can't be fooled casually.

But since Milan said his real name, he swallowed the meat in his mouth: "My name is Bamboo, Bamboo Green."

The smile on the little black cat's face grew wider, and its steps towards the kitchen were a little light.

"Bamboo, Bamboo!" Hercules huddled in the data room, wearing a dusty old suit, "My job was robbed, what should I do?"

"Huh?" Bamboo was not idle while eating. He continued to track the progress of the incident and wrote it into a serial. Hearing Hercules' question, he turned his attention, "Snatched?"

"It turns out that your previous life was like that. I'm really not qualified enough." Hercules was hit by the little black cat's full service.

"The little black cat is the steward, you are not." Bamboo said, "He didn't steal your job, you are the brain, and it's your job to manage the spaceship."

"However, he can accompany you every day, but I can't."

"You are very useful. In addition, the withdrawal of social value is not just companionship. You are not completely attached to us, Hercules, why don't you evolve?" Bamboo reminded.

"Enter evolution? Can I still evolve?"

"Silicon-based life is very long. If you don't evolve, what other plans do you have?" Bamboo asked, and then asked himself, "Do you want to integrate into the society of carbon-based life?"

"No, no?" Hercules had the classic teary eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Bamboo has always had no principles except for occasionally insisting on being an observer. "It doesn't matter what you decide."

"Will you help me help me?"

"Based on the principle of mutual benefit and mutual assistance, I will provide protection within a reasonable range." In the name of Hercules, Bamboo has already transported a lot of information to Milan. It is not a problem for Bamboo to help cover up the dead-style hopping, such as controlling the whole star network, "But, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to think about it, think about it." Hercules, who had a head on his head, began to think about major events in life.

After Bamboo finished dealing with Hercules, the plate in front of him was empty again. He was about to change to the ninth plate of meat, but was stopped by Milan with a smile.

"Here." Bamboo was quite logical in his daily life, and he couldn't let Milan know that he had eaten too much, so he simply pushed the steak to Milan.

"It's not time for dinner." Milan hesitated.

"I'm always hungry after exercise. I've eaten it, and you too." Bamboo said, took the hawthorn tea from the little black cat, and threw a butter cookie into his mouth. "The meaning of food lies in Eaten by us. The little black cat's craftsmanship is getting better and better, don't you really want to try?"

Milan took out a paper towel and wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the plate, the double-horned beef was well-proportioned, bright in color, steaming hot, and fragrant...

Bamboo cut a small piece just right and forked it to his mouth: "Try?"

Looking at his anxious brother, and at the beef on the fork, Milan took a bite out of his hospitality.

Bamboo obviously sensed the mood change of the other party, so he quickly cut another piece and forked it up: "Is it delicious?" He continued to look eagerly at Milan, "Another piece?"

Milan nodded and continued to bite off.

Bamboo took the initiative to cut the meat into small pieces, pushed the plate over, and decisively pulled his brother into the water—in this way, he could openly ask the little black cat for another plate.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, the body is in a stage of rapid development. During this period, sufficient nutritional intake must be ensured. In addition, the fierce battle with the fake space pirates before, and the long-lost little black cat has superb cooking skills... and the younger brother Wistful expressions and attentive feeding.

Five minutes later, the plate in front of Milan was equally as bright.

The little black cat smiled. As a chef, the happiest thing is that the owner likes his cooking skills.

But Milan is not like Bamboo who can't keep his mouth shut. A plate of meat is enough to relieve his hunger.

It wasn't long before Will and Demreko showed up, and dinner began in earnest.

The dining table has always been very quiet, and the little black cat's cooking skills are really good. The fat lobster and crab are enough!

The space button, which is very precious in the eyes of others, is unceremoniously used to store daily necessities. Of course, there are a lot of ingredients.

After the meal, he shifted his position, and brought out a large plate of peeled fruit, black tea, coffee, milk, juice and drinks.

Dark purple velvet curtains hang down on the four walls, blocking the walls firmly, and dots of crystals flicker in them.The floor is covered with long blankets, the chairs are covered with thick cushions, and tassels hang from the corners. The bare table is also covered by a simple and atmospheric tablecloth. The cold white light is replaced by light yellow soft light, and refreshing essential oils are in the corner. It is transpiring in the interior, and it plays its function secretly... Of course, the decoration still cannot lack flowers and soothing soft music.

In half an hour, it is also the skill of the butler to transform the tough-lined combat conference room into a luxurious style of aristocratic tea party.

Especially the housekeeper who is recognized by the master is not generally motivated.

After experiencing a drastic change in the restaurant scene, Demreko was not surprised by the scene.

He even picked up the bone china cup in a good mood, took a sip of the steaming citrus tea, and asked the little black cat leisurely: "Royal Butler Academy?"

The little black cat froze for a second, then looked at Demreko with scrutiny.

His reaction is very self-explanatory, and Demreko nodded: "Work hard and have a future."

The little black cat was inexplicable, but responded quickly enough: "Thank you, my master is very good." Both masters are good, worthy of his trust.

Milan said: "Come on, let's study what happened in the past few days, and there are follow-up arrangements."

Before he knew it, he had become a leader.

Heck, he's actually the head of the family.

This meeting has the following topics:

Topic [-]: How to prevent door-to-door troubles like today.

Topic [-]: How to study and live in Huayaoxing.

Topic [-]: About Demreko's identity arrangement, Hercules' arrangement, and Will's little black cat identity arrangement.

Topic [-]: Will volunteered to ask Medusa to treat Greg.

The so-called specialization in the art industry, in terms of military strength, Demreco has the highest value, but in terms of human sophistication, Demreco is not necessarily better than the little black cat.Will fits in between Demreco and Black Cat.

The three adults have complementary advantages, and the effect is very significant. They all agree that the best way is to find the source of the problem and eliminate it, second is to grasp the opportunity of public opinion, turn to the public, and third is to fight back in self-defense at any time.

Speaking of finding the source of the problem and eliminating it, Milan looked at Hercules on the light screen: "Can you think of a way to do signal tracking? I want to know who is behind the scenes."

Hercules, of course, can.

Even if he wants to fight for a stable and stable evolutionary environment for himself, he still has to work hard to do it.

Moreover, Bamboo had already prepared all kinds of information, and it was fine for Milan not to ask. Once there was a request, he would immediately offer it with both hands.

——Get this matter done quickly, when Dad gets better, he can watch Milan find a little girlfriend or boyfriend.

Personally, Bamboo prefers Milan to find a little girlfriend, because it is easy for a little girlfriend to give birth to a little Milan.

But in terms of his matching degree of appearance, it is not unacceptable for Milan to find a young boyfriend.

As long as Milan likes it, he can solve the problem of little Milan—I hope that human society can perfect the technology of transforming somatic cells into germ cells in the past 100 years. If it is not perfect, then forget it.

Milan is the most important.