Why is the waste prince like that?

"We planned to create some small troubles, er, maybe bring some opportunities or something. That young man has worked in Nubian Manor for several years. Although he has been on the edge, he was assigned to deliver meals to Zirac, but Don't know who this person is."

Zhalalu sighed, and then said: "No one can recognize such an old Zirac. He speaks cleverly, and our people follow the trend. Just like you said, the messier and bigger the better."

Lancer lowered his eyelids: "Yes, well done."

"It's not good, boy, you almost had an accident."

Lancer didn't know how to explain this to him, so he was silent for a while, and then he smiled.

"It's okay, godfather. Although I don't know what my father thinks about education, he certainly doesn't want me to be a timid person."

Zalaru's face seemed to freeze, he was silent for a while, and then seemed to be caught in some memories.

"Anthony, it's been so many years in a blink of an eye," he said softly with a little old brilliance on his face, "Has anyone told you about your father?"

"Yes, they said he was a nice guy, warm, generous, talented."

Zalalu looked at him with gentle eyes: "Yes, he is very talented, and he was spotted by the army commander at a young age. If there is no accident, before the age of 45, he may be ready to seek a deputy army. long position."

"However, the most important thing for us is that he has all the advantages of being a good friend, he is a very good person."

Lancer stared at the ground, and his eyes fell on Fei Rui who couldn't help nodding her head.

His father, he always learned about each other's goodness from everyone, from abstract adjectives.

This made him feel complicated.

Zhalalu rolled up his sleeves to show him a circular scar on his forearm.

"Probably when M-079 was stationed, Anthony and I belonged to the fourth team of the third regiment of the land reclamation force. We were attacked that night. At that time, our relationship with the Federation was even worse than it is now. Most of the mechs They were all transferred to the front line, and it would be great if a team could get one."

"It was an A-level beast with extremely sharp sickle-shaped forelimbs. It cut off one of my arms, and everyone was running for their lives... At that time, we were all new recruits, and we were terrified."

Lancer reached out to touch the bumpy scar.

"We fled back to the cabin, but Anthony never came back. Fortunately, when the spaceship was about to start, he came back, covered in blood, with only his underwear on his body, and something in his arms, wrapped in his coat. "

"We thought it was a gun, after all, you know, supplies weren't abundant back then. But no, it was... that was my arm, intact."

Fei Rui's eyes were wide open, and she walked across to the opposite side, rubbing his lost arm comfortingly with her little head.

Zhalalu rubbed his big hairy ears gently and vigorously.

"Before it was too late, the medical room froze my arm, and then...you see...Anthony is such a person."

Lancer was silent for a while, and finally took out a small communicator from the inner pocket of the dress's chest.

He hesitated because he always had doubts.

People like him always have to choose a less bad one among a bunch of options.

But this time the options are not so bad.

So he handed over the communicator, and said softly: "When they held me hostage, I heard Zirac communicate, and the other end of the communication seemed to be his accomplice, uh, later one of the guards among them rebelled, and he put Leave this to me."

He lowered his eyes, feeling a little guilty: "Sorry, I didn't tell you what happened right away."

He knew the reason why the other party said these words, but it was always difficult to separate himself, so he just planned to talk about his own experience.

But after Zalalu took over the communicator, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately stood up and walked towards the driver's seat: "Turn around, go to Professor Abner's laboratory, immediately!"

He turned around again, with an excited expression: "Lan, this is an opportunity. The people from the Ninth Legion came too fast, and the news was tightly sealed. We have a chance, a chance to track down these people, these bugs!"

Fei Rui nimbly jumped from his side back to Lancer's hand.

Lancer stroked the thick fur on its neck, and he stared at the man in front of him who seemed genuinely excited.

No one even pressed him to ask what the hell happened.

Only then can he truly feel the other person's emotions.

It's normal, although the other party keeps saying things like the godfather's family, and it seems that this relationship does exist, but this kind of thing can be said by anyone, maybe it's just a trap.

So he has to keep it, to be more silent, and still waters run deeper.

If the back is already being watched closely, it is necessary to watch the abdomen more closely.

But it seems that it is not.

Zalalu, Lancer, I really didn't think of it, or I didn't notice it before.

Samuer was thinking, and moved forward with the lead of the person in front of him.

"This way, please, oh, this is our hydroponic laboratory, some hydroponic orchids, this is the stardust orchid, its flowers are very broken, but very beautiful."

Samir looked down at the pot of stardust orchids soaked in water in a glass container, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: "It's really beautiful."

The short and sturdy person in charge clasped his hands in front of him, his expression very excited: "I... thank you very much, Your Highness! It is our honor that you can buy us, and you also bought a research base for us. In this location, this, this kind of The orchid genome has been very stable and is expected to be put into production next year, we... will not disappoint your expectations, it will be as popular as the diamond rainbow."

Samir Nahan glanced at him, and then said softly but bluntly: "No...you are thinking too much, this house was not bought for you, and in fact, I hope you can keep it as much as possible. Faurecia... yes, this is Faurecia Mansion, and its owner is not alone, er, a young man with dark hair, anyway, keep all the furnishings here... What are you doing?"

He started walking suddenly, walked forward in two steps in three steps, and stopped straight in front of a thin woman who was packing her things.

She is too thin and lacks strength, and she just fell and knocked out most of the contents of the garbage bag.

Some debris covered with dust.

Samuel squatted down and picked up a piece of paper.

While peeping at his expression, the person in charge said to the temporary cleaner, "You have to be careful, where is your husband? Why are you alone today? If you can't do the work..."

"Sorry... so sorry, I was careless... please, we can do this job, he got hurt at the clearing station, I was here before..."

Samuel turned his gaze from the paper to her, and his voice was inexplicably lighter: "No, don't apologize, ma'am, you won't lose your job because of this, but, uh, have you worked here before? Before?"

The person in charge fell silent for a moment.

And the woman was burned by his bright blue eyes, lowered her head, panicked but saluted decently: "Heaven...greetings to you, His Royal Highness, yes, I used to be a servant here."

Samir tilted his head, he had a surprise of finding a treasure: "Then do you still remember the old owners here, the Forgia family?"

"Yes, I remember, Your Highness."

Samir's heart beat faster, he looked at the piece of paper again, and then asked casually: "Uh, then you remember, the children here... um, boys?"

After hearing this, the woman raised her head and replied with some hesitation: "Yes, Lancer, he is Mr. Virginia's nephew."

"how is he?"

The woman frowned, as if lost in memory: "Oh he... he was very thin, shorter than boys of the same age, but when he reached puberty, he suddenly grew a lot taller, even taller than Mr. Virginia , but it looks thinner this way."

A bunch of nonsense, the researcher secretly coveted the crown prince's expression, but saw that he was listening seriously, but also frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

"Is he not full?"

The woman saw sympathy in his eyes, so she had the strength to go on: "I... we met later, yes, because he went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and the child was too hungry to sleep. From his little room Running out of the house, the room is really... only room to turn around, and there is a little bread left in the kitchen, Emily... a maid is left for me, so that I won't starve when I keep watch at night."

The Crown Prince frowned even deeper.

"Later, he called me Aunt Bella. He was a beautiful and quiet child, and he was very docile. I couldn't help but talk to him. Although this is not allowed, but..."

When Bei Na said this, she stopped suddenly, she shook her head, and then sighed: "It's my fault, I'm always so talkative, but he lived a good life afterwards, didn't he? I saw it on the brain, That's great, he deserves it all."

Samir resisted the desire to ask, lowered his eyes, stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket, and then said: "Be...Bena, I don't think you are suitable for this job..."

"No, sorry sorry..."

The crown prince interrupted her lack of demeanor: "Because everything here will be preserved, and there will be no more dusty garbage. The things you packed should be put in the right place, maybe the front hall...or the master bedroom? Waiting for its true owner to decide its fate, until then, they must be kept clean and tidy."

There were very few times in the past when he needed to say so much in a row, but it seemed there was always one now.

"But you know, we still need cleaners, to clean up the dust, wipe things down, and keep them shiny and new, don't you?" Samuel patted the shoulder of the person in charge, "draw up two new ones for her contract."

"Two copies?" The person in charge couldn't turn his head.

"Yes," Samir looked at him, this time his brows were deeper than before, "Didn't you say that? Her husband didn't come."