star watcher

"I feel heavy inside."

After returning home, Milan said this to Bamboo.

"Because of Antoinette?"

"Well. Dying in the line of duty is a noble act, but also a helpless act. I think no one is unwilling to live. Especially family members."

"You're right, but she has something to do even if she dies."

Bamboo's understanding of Antoinette is extraordinary. Back then, he disassembled the entire body of the other party.

Before he connected to the star network, he was able to know Milan's life experience entirely because he absorbed the other party's brain and obtained a lot of secrets.

Afterwards, Bamboo had a powerful function, and after using hacking methods to steal federal and imperial secrets, he supplemented what Antoinette knew, and only then did he fully restore the cause and effect of the matter.

Antoinette, as the captain of the guard of Her Majesty the Queen of the Ateli Empire, had a very good relationship with the Queen when the Queen was just an ordinary diplomat of the Central Star Federation.Fortunately, when the queen got married, she issued a transfer report and asked to follow her.

Their relationship was so good that when the queen asked her to be alone, she vowed to do her best to keep the baby safe.

She fulfilled her oath, returning from the Empire to the Commonwealth.

But what I didn't expect was that a small group of people in the federation and another small group of people in the empire worked hand in hand.

She broke through the siege with her little baby, and finally fell to the earth helplessly.He used the last bit of energy and physical strength to guard the baby until the last moment of his life.

Based on this alone, Rosh Shuyar's family is worthy of his special attention.

Bamboo tilted his head and looked at Milan. The little baby had grown into a young boy and even became his partner.

"Milan."

"Ah."

"Will you die for me?"

Milan was surprised: "Bambu, what are you thinking of? Of course I will try to keep both of us alive."

"Will you let me die when only one of the two can survive?" Bamboo moved out of the limit condition.

"It depends on natural disasters*. There is nothing I can do about natural disasters. If I try my best and fail to protect you, Bamboo, I——will not die." Milan said solemnly, "I'm sorry, I want to avenge you, At any cost."

"I—" Bamboo suddenly got stuck, his face paralyzed with a rare panic, he has always been based on rational analysis of reality, since when did he also like to make such meaningless assumptions?Obviously in human society, the probability of his death should be calculated by 10 to the negative nth power.And the situation that is weak enough to need Milan's protection is absolutely impossible within 200 years.

"Banbu!" Milan didn't even need the face-reading function to feel that Bambu was abnormal, "What's wrong with you?" He reached out and grabbed Bambu's wrist, "What's wrong?"

Bamboo's body temperature rose slightly, which was caused by a large number of data flow calculations. He unconsciously grabbed Milan: "I seem to be assimilated..."

"Ok?"

"...Let me calm down." Bamboo kept sitting on the chair for a full minute.

"Banbu..." Milan was worried.

Bamboo scratched his head: "It's okay, I just figured out a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Love can change itself."

"Uh——are you serious?" If it was someone else who spoke, coupled with the abnormal state just now, Milan would definitely walk away, but it was Bamboo who spoke, and Milan only expressed a little doubt.

Bamboo said: "Milan, I love you." He stretched out his hand to pull Milan closer, and plunged into the opponent's arms.

"Ban... Oh, well, I love you too." Milan gently rubbed Banbu's hair, feeling at ease.

After 3 minutes, Bamboo raised his head: "Milan, what I want to declare is that there will be no chance that you can't protect me. At the same time, neither of us will die."

"Yes, that's right, you're right." Milan comforted him, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"Antoinette," Bamber said, "died for a purpose." Beyond the brilliance of life, he respected the other.

Milan's thinking is very similar to his: "I respect such a person, and I can understand it, but if it really falls on my family... Bamboo, promise me, you will live no matter what." Milan warned solemnly.

"Sure." Bamboo said without hesitation.

"Very good." Milan expressed satisfaction.

Bamboo bowed his head, stretched out his arms to embrace, and continued to bury his face in Milan's arms.

Milan hugged him too.

The afternoon sun just shined on the two of them through the window, the silhouettes of the figures seemed to be shining with golden light, and the room was quiet.

When the little black cat knocked on the door and entered, the two of them still maintained this posture.

Bamboo didn't want to move, Milan didn't move since Bamboo didn't move, turned to look at the little black cat: "What's the matter?"

"There is a courier." The little black cat remained calm, and revealed the small car behind him, with three neat boxes on it, "I will deliver the urgent one."

Bamboo sat up straight when he heard it: "Mecha model."

The furry head suddenly disappeared from his arms, Milan withdrew his hand and walked towards the car.

Qiu Xiaohu responded quickly, and the express delivery was also very fast. Bamboo unpacked the outer packaging with satisfaction, put it on the display shelf for display, and prepared to copy it while others were not paying attention.

"Are you a little tired recently?" Milan looked at the little black cat and asked, "Do you need a vacation?"

"No, no, I'm fine, it's just a personal matter." The little black cat quickly waved his hands, "You all know that Hercules' information network is very useful." Through the information network, he understood the reason why he has been unable to find anyone, isn't it Our side is not strong, the enemy is really too cunning, changed his name and surname, changed his appearance and ran to the Federation, no wonder he couldn't find it.

"take care."

"I will." The little black cat promised.

Bamboo watched the little black cat leave, and continued to focus on the Rosh Shuyar family.

Mr. Simon only wants his family to be safe, and this can be done without his help.

He fulfilled Roland's wish to unlock the talent value, should he also fulfill Katrin's wish?

Katrin's wish is to recruit Milan as a student. This is unrealistic... and it is not unrealistic, as long as he guarantees that his genes are fine. Milan's acumen and adaptability in the military and political fields are outstanding, compared to medical researchers Much stronger.

But how to explain it?Just tell what happened?Considering the capacity of human beings, Bamboo silently vetoed it.He does not intend to continue to hide, now that Milan is his friend, he will gradually open everything to Milan.The specious, purposeful introductory language of the past doesn't apply now.

Besides, if he directly explained this kind of thing beyond the level of human civilization, Milan had finally come out of the sequelae of the dream, and if he thought it was another dream, Bamboo should really find a place to cry.

He'd better take his time.

As for Katrin's husband, Tristan Smith...continued to be robbed of business by the little black cat.For the scum who was always in chaos and abandoned, the little black cat loved so passionately back then, and even hated it mercilessly.Since he didn't invite himself to do this matter, it's fine for him to just watch.

For those who do not keep their promises, Bamboo said that there is no need to take it to heart, let alone help.

Bamboo was thinking about it, and a mental signal sounded in his head—from the Imperial Consulate, contacting Demreko.

This signal has long been hijacked by Bamboo. He stared at the mecha model, but his mind was wandering.

"The latest dna test report is out, this is our prince!"

"We must let His Highness feel the atmosphere of the empire tonight!"

"Although His Majesty the Emperor has not officially issued a document, we must not neglect it!"

"Demreko, protect Your Highness, t.b's people are here today!"

"Demreko, send me the size of Your Highness, I want to prepare a dress!"

Bamboo retrieved the camera playback, and finally locked on the scene where Mark carefully handed in an empty water bottle.The empty water bottle was what they drank today, and the residual cells and traces of saliva at the mouth of the water bottle are enough to prove the problem.

It is concluded so quickly that the empire is really efficient.

As for the "t.b" in their mouths, it was an opponent of the marriage between the China Star Federation and the Ateli Empire, the Prime Minister of the Empire.

Digging deeper, it will involve some of the past of the Imperial Prime Minister and the Federal Minister of Defense, some conspiratorial arrangements, and a big incident of venting anger and selfish desires.

If Bamboo was just an observer, it would be enough for him to record these events, but his identity is different, then... Bamboo felt distressed again.

——Is he going to take revenge on the other party?Or should I thank the other party?

The former, because the other party took Milan away from his parents, and caused Milan to suffer from radiation damage; the latter, through a small probability event, they finally sent Milan to their side.

But this is not something he can decide on his own. The protagonist of the incident is Milan, and he has to listen to Milan's answer.

Before six o'clock in the evening, Bamboo was not surprised to see Mark suddenly appear at the door of their villa.

"What happened?" The agreed time was 07:30, and Milan felt very surprised.

What was even more surprising was Mark's attire: a small dress, hair neatly combed with pomade, and shiny leather shoes.

Mark's expression was a bit complicated, and he swallowed: "Well, I forgot to give you gowns."

——What does it mean to change your dress after a light meal?

"About the matter of thanking you, I think it should be treated more seriously. When I told my mother, she thought it was more important. I was called back in the afternoon because of this, and even the dress had to be specified. Also, my family has more relatives... ...You will be troubled just once." Mark was embarrassed, with a flattering expression, "Milan, I have caused you trouble."

He handed over a space button.

The action of "handing" is very common, what is unusual is his attitude.

The space button was neither big nor heavy. He held it in both hands and sent it to Milan in an orderly manner, which was enough to show how solemn the matter was.

Milan knew that Mark had another purpose, the purpose was to confirm his identity, since the other party sent a dress temporarily, he just wore it.

Of course, he will check carefully before wearing it to see if there is any mystery hidden inside the dress.

But isn't the other party's attitude a bit too much of a fuss?

Milan took over the space button with his expression unchanged: "Please run for a while."

"No trouble, no trouble, I'll go there with you, and a car will pick you up at seven o'clock." Mark bent slightly, "Do you need my help to adjust the dress?"

The little black cat on the side handed the black tea just right: "Mr. Mark, please take a break for a while."

——As a housekeeper whose business has been robbed, the little black cat said that the dresses of the two owners are all tailor-made, and there are any styles you want, and you can match them as you want.

The invitation was not received, and the dress was delivered only an hour before the opening. This was obviously not a suitable dinner party. The little black cat expressed 12 doubts about the overall quality of Mark's family.

Although I felt that the other party was nothing more than that, but the visitor was a guest, and it was the housekeeper's negligence to make the guest feel slighted. Of course, the little black cat would not make such a low-level mistake and continued to serve biscuits and refreshments.

Mark sat down, touched a piece of biscuit, chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and suddenly froze.

He put down the teacup, held the half-bitten biscuit in front of his eyes, sniffed it carefully, observed the surface color over and over again, opened it to check the internal section, threw it into his mouth and chewed carefully: "This..."

He lowered his head and rolled his eyes, suddenly jumped up from the sofa, and grabbed the little black cat by the sleeve: "Who made this biscuit?"