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Two elegant black flying cars drove up to a simple building one after the other, slowed down and stopped.

The one in front is the car that the other party came to pick up, and the one in the back is his own car, the driver Will.

The doorman in a uniform overcoat took the initiative to step forward, opened the door, and restrained his eyes from looking at the people in the car.

Although they are curious too.

Milan got out of the car, followed by Bamboo, and the car behind got off Demreko.

The welcome guests in long uniforms in front of the two gates saw this group of people, and their already upright posture became even more straight, and they shouted loudly: "Milan and Bamboo Green are here!"

After finishing speaking, the seemingly heavy but actually voice-activated door slowly unfolded inward.Cheerful and melodious music floated out.

Mark secretly looked at Milan, and saw that Milan didn't change his face, and stepped in without any politeness.

Bamboo's face was paralyzed, and he also stepped in unceremoniously.

Through comprehensive monitoring, he can know more clearly and detailedly about the malicious and non-malicious camps. It depends on Milan's next performance.

Compared with the unpretentiousness on the outside, the facilities inside the building are simply different.Not to mention the various luxurious decorations on the walls and tables, just look at the lighting device above the head, which is a huge and gorgeous volcanic crystal suspended in mid-air. This is definitely a big deal.

The volcanic crystal itself is not too expensive, but such a large piece of natural crystal, which is ten square meters and half a meter thick, has been cut by skillful hands, no matter what angle it is, it reflects bright and non-glare light. It really cannot be priced according to the market price. Calculate the price.

Bamboo looked at this large piece of volcanic crystals, and recorded various data in an instant—he had eaten small pieces before, so he didn’t need to eat the big ones, as he could imitate them if he had the data.

In the spacious living room, there are at least 20 people standing or sitting, elegantly and gracefully dressed, looking towards the door together.

"Let me introduce, this is my father, mother, uncle, aunt, brother, sister-in-law, cousin, cousin, aunt, uncle..." The corners of Mark's mouth twitched slightly. Whether the identity arrangement is reasonable.

"Mark, you have quite a few relatives." Milan teased with a natural attitude.He knew very well that these people basically had no relationship with Mark.

"Ah, I didn't ask them to be so solemn, but..." Mark apologized quickly with a horrible face, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, we're here." Milan presented a door-to-door gift in a personable manner, saluted, smiled, and exchanged pleasantries, coping with temptations with ease.

The demeanor he showed was not the demeanor of being the president of the student council in the gray star field, it must have some business spirit, no matter how awesome it is, it is nothing more than a space thief.In the dream, he has seen and passed through many scenes. At any rate, he has made a lot of military exploits. Compared with the venue when the marshal was awarded the honor, the current scene is completely trivial and not enough to watch.

——Bamboo expressed his satisfaction with the training results of the dream machine.

"Mark's relatives" did not make a rude move, and talked about scenes such as "the weather is good today", "thank you for taking care of Mark", "congratulations for skipping a grade", "hope you have a good time", and the meal time Arrived, the door of the dining room was opened, and everyone filed in.

For a formal dinner, the food will never be shoddy, and the serving process is orderly. Correspondingly, the table manners are surprisingly complicated.

"Mark's mother" was full of apology: "Some of my relatives are quite unique." She would never say that this was someone deliberately setting things up to see Milan make a fool of herself.

"Mark's father" raised his lips and smiled: "It's Milan's words, no problem?" Well, he was one of the group of people who deliberately set things up.How can there be no invitation letter for a formal dinner?Clothing not specified?No menu?

"It's a great honor to receive the hospitality. Naturally, it's up to you." Milan didn't care.

The fact is also the same. After entering the dining room and taking a seat at the guest's place, his table manners are perfect and impeccable.

Bamboo was not surprised, he himself was also rigid, behaved properly, advanced and retreated, and everything was smooth and natural except for his facial paralysis and refraining from speaking.

Mark couldn't resist giving the brothers 64 likes and a row of wax for himself - did they already know something?

Thinking about the people I met before, how could a federal citizen have such a coincidence that he used an imperial man as a housekeeper?And it can take in the officers of the empire?

Then again, if he hadn't discovered the secret of baking cookies, how would he have found his relatives whom he had never met?What luck!When he thought that he had found his second brother who had been lost for many years and hadn't heard from him for many years, Mark became excited. He almost forgot his original mission.

Mark rubbed a thin callus on the edge of his palm, where he had been hanging out in the snack room since he was a child.The family secret biscuit recipe requires a special method to process the batter before baking, and it will not be taught to others except for immediate family members.That cocoon was formed by Mark as a cook since he was a child, and his whole family has traces of this cocoon on their hands.

And taking advantage of the commotion just now, he also got the other party's hair. If the other party refuses to admit it, he will throw away the test report!

But——judging from His Highness's behavior, he probably already knew his actions like the back of his hand, right?

Mark was thinking wildly, and suddenly felt something was wrong - a sudden gust of wind "swish" past his eyes, followed by a "clang".

He regained his senses, the whispers at the dinner table disappeared, the audience suddenly became silent, and everyone present turned their attention to Milan.

In the fully-automatically controlled hall, the temperature, humidity, wind direction, and wind speed can be adjusted. It is completely impossible for a gust of wind to blow up for no reason, and it is cold and urgent, as if rushing towards some goal—the goal!

Mark looked at the place where everyone's eyes fell: the three of Milan.

Just started to eat the main course, the main course should use big knife and fork.

The large dinner fork in Milan's hand pierced into the dining table squarely, with the fork head submerged by one-third, and the piercing point formed a hole instead of a line, indicating that something was pierced under the fork.

Despite its retro style, the dining table is covered with a crisp white tablecloth, which does not hide the fact that the solid alloy table is underneath.

And Milan's posture is a little weird: he stands up slightly, maintaining a leaning posture - the position of this fork is not in front of him, but on the side of Bamboo's left hand.

The dinner party adopts a long table, and the seating arrangements are usually such that the host sits at both ends of the narrow end, the host sits by the door, the hostess sits on the opposite side, and the rest of the guests sit at intervals between men and women. Milan and Bamboo are arranged to face each other. The posture was to block a blow to Bamboo.

Demreko, who is on the same side as Milan across a seat, is also in a standard posture at this time: a lucky cat raising its fist.

It wasn't that he was acting cute or posing for a photo on purpose, he slowly spread his hand, a pool of thick red liquid flowed down from his palm, and there were still a few thin pieces of metal texture in his palm.

Red liquid also oozes around the small pit made by the Milanese fork.

"Paint bombs." Demreko concluded, he got up and left the table, and in a flash he was at the door, grabbing something.

Milan's eyes, after confirming that Bamboo was fine, looked back along the path of the attack, and coincidentally with Demreko, set the target on a floating intelligent food delivery optical computer that was leaving at the door.

This kind of food delivery optical computer is very popular. It looks like a small house with mechanical rotors. The chef puts the cooked dishes on the plate and places them in the house. The food delivery optical computer flies from the kitchen to the dining room according to the settings. , and then the waiter takes out the plates and distributes them to the guests one by one.

Demreko grabbed the optical brain and simply and roughly unscrewed the mechanical rotor.

"You'd better check that optical brain together with Demreko." Milan nodded to "Mark's father" by the door, "I think a reasonable explanation is necessary."

"Mark's father" looked solemn, staring at Demreko, leaving the table without knowing what he was thinking.

"I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation." "Mark's mother" also had a grim look on her face. She gestured with her eyes, and two young people immediately got up to apologize and chased after her together.

Milan looked at Bamboo. The latter was not affected by the accident at all. He had already eaten half of the main course and continued to eliminate it.

Feeling that Milan was looking at him, Bamboo raised his head, his face was still paralyzed, his tongue stuck out, and a little sauce was rolled into the corner of his mouth.

Bamboo didn't respond, which proved that the problem was not serious, and Milan was willing to satisfy Bamboo's obsessive demand for food, so he asked: "Can I change a fork?"

This is the meaning of expressing a position, implying that the two sides can continue to maintain a friendly situation.

This kind of implication, everyone here is a smart person, so they naturally understand. On the one hand, they praise His Highness for his calmness and demeanor; Qu, and soon entered the previous harmonious scene.

A new fork was quickly brought up, and the one stuck on the table was quickly cleared away.

Being able to react in an instant, Milan's extremely fast movements and precise control have become a new topic of discussion.

Afterwards, there were no accidents, and the main course was finished safely, followed by desserts and drinks. Bamboo showed his good appetite and refused to refuse anyone.

During the period, occasionally there were one or two sudden jams.Milan is not surprised, Mark is very uncomfortable.

At the end of the meal, Demreko returned, and so did the two "Mark's relatives," apparently without much success, while "Mark's father" returned with a blank face.

He concluded that the incident was purely accidental and a coincidence.

There was a chef assistant who was not angry because he was reprimanded by the head chef. He put a spray device with paint bombs into the food delivery computer in charge of the chef. Brains, overturning dishes and contaminating the surroundings.

Unexpectedly, his skills are not good, the decoration settings are unreasonable, the first time the bomb spraying was unsuccessful, and he only touched it when he was about to leave after serving the food, so...

Demreko is well aware of this method of finding a scapegoat, and Milan is not so simple as to think that the matter is purely a coincidence.The other party was testing his strength, and he continued. The only thing that could not be forgiven was that the other party actually attacked Bamboo.

Milan felt the need to communicate with Hercules. According to Hercules, he was very capable, and Bamboo got a lot of gossip from him.

The main core board of Hercules moored in the dock shook slightly.

The clock has reached 21 o'clock.

It used to be the time when the brothers washed up and went to bed, and they hadn't come back yet.

Mina stayed in the living room, wearing a star network helmet on his head, and followed the mech maintenance orders one by one.He was thinking, now take Milan's genetic test report and ask his hacker friends to get the dna corresponding to the imperial family, is it too late?

The little black cat was also in the living room as a companion, writing letters on the computer screen.

Suddenly the optical brain lights up, and the star network is connected to the optical brain. Mina connects almost instantly, showing Milan's embarrassed face: "Dad, I'm sorry..."