【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

It's been a cold year, and although it's mid-February, the weather doesn't seem to be getting warmer at all. Not only has the spring breeze not arrived, but it even snowed heavily a few days ago.

The unusually cold spring often heralds a hot summer, but now Odin's adults don't have time to pay attention to these minutiae. There are things far more important than the weather happening in front of them.

"Will he really come?"

This sentence may be the one that was repeated the most before the imperial meeting this morning.

But some people care, some people don't care so much.

Mittermeier almost got stuck.By the time he parked his car in the parking area of ​​the new Sanssouci Palace, there were only 10 minutes left before the meeting started.

But even so he didn't go full speed ahead right away.

Walking slowly from the parking lot, and walking for a few minutes along the wide road lined with giant trees that have lost their leaves, covered with snow, and the bushes below are still lush green, he finally entered the building.

Then there is a very long viewing corridor. At the beginning, there is even frost and snow on the floor, but the further you go, the neater and glossier it becomes.After turning out the corridor, there is a gorgeous foyer, and then he quickened his pace, passing through the classical and magnificent style of the foyer, with the marble floor inlaid with shiny brass wires, and with a sound of almost sharp footsteps, he stepped onto the huge hovering stairs.

"Your Excellency!" Realizing that he had arrived, Amsdorf hurriedly greeted him from above.

Regardless of etiquette, Mittermeier said "morning" to him casually. Although he kept moving, he had already started to take out the gun, car keys, gloves, and coat, and kept stuffing them to him one by one.

"...Is it really necessary, Your Excellency? It's always been like this..." Armsdorff hurriedly took the things and asked him with some uncertainty.

Those words made Mittermeier stop.

Maintaining a calm and peaceful expression, completely motionless, completely unable to judge whether he was happy or angry, he turned his head and looked straight at the young subordinate for a while, and said, "This is very good."

Amsdorf and Mittermeier usually have a very good relationship, and he has never been afraid of him, but this time he almost broke out in a sweat, so he could only respond vaguely immediately: "Of course, Your Excellency .Very well. The time is up, please go quickly.”

Mittermeier withdrew his gaze without further delay, and went straight upstairs.

He's sure he's late, maybe a minute or two, but it's better this way.

Unexpectedly, when he turned a corner and entered the large corridor outside the meeting room, he found that his thoughts had failed.

There was no one else in the corridor—except for the two aides standing at the door of the conference room and another person who was obviously waiting for him.

Seeing him coming, the other party nodded to him, but the dynamic of always raising his chin was still extremely arrogant: "Good morning." He greeted him very kindly.

Mittermeier didn't answer him right away, but took a few steps towards him, and stopped a little distance away from him.

The opponent did not move away.

An irritable feeling rose in Mittermeier's heart, but he still smirked: "...You too."

Of course the other party could see his anger, but he didn't mind it.

He just took a step towards him, staring at Mittermeier with eyes of different colors, as if he wanted to speak again, but Mittermeier didn't give him a chance at all—before he opened his mouth Mittermeier just looked away from him when it happened, and strode past him.

Then he heard the sound of the other party breathing angrily from behind, but he ignored him.

Turning a blind eye to everything that happened between the two big men, the attendants pushed open the door of the meeting room for him, and let him enter this peaceful zone where the other party would never make trouble.

Fortunately for Mittermeier, the emperor hadn't arrived even though the meeting time had come, so technically he wasn't late.Rosenthal didn't want to completely turn his back on him and beat him up, but once again took a deep breath, followed him into the meeting room as usual, and sat down in his own seat.

Everything went smoothly, but the much-anticipated protagonist did not appear on time.

This situation is still in the imagination of the participants, and many people are even grateful for his absence, because it will be better for the current situation, and it will save the emperor from facing some troubles—after all, stability is always Stronger than waves.

Soon, the emperor entered.

With the sound of chair legs rubbing against the ground one after another, all the officials stood up to salute him.He skillfully raised his hand to excuse them, and then sat down in his seat without saying a word.

Although he was a little late, the emperor still looked extremely normal. He was dressed in a military uniform and his expression was very stable. He stood there quietly like a cloud falling from heaven, silent but radiant.

Looking at him, Mittermeier felt a little bit of a trick of fate.Even though he had directly witnessed the whole process, he still didn't understand how the sharp, combative and aggressive Marshal Royankram turned into the calm, tough and quiet emperor in front of him.

Sometimes he even felt that he might not want to fight at all—since he took power, the conflict between the empire and the alliance was forcibly suppressed by him to a minimum and entered a state of complete truce.

Of course, this is not a bad thing, after all, war always brings great destruction.And if the emperor can thoroughly think about it and devote himself to pacifism, then human society will usher in a stable development opportunity for at least several decades, and Mittermeier can't imagine how far science and technology will be able to leap forward by then.

But the truth is, Mittermeier knew that was impossible.

What is coming will always come, at most there is a difference in time.It's as if some people always come back, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, but always.

But at this moment, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Under the table, there was a slight but hot touch from his hand.On the whole, it seemed that someone secretly reached out and put his fingertips on the back of his hand.Although the action was very cautious and tentative, the high body temperature of the opponent still gave Mittermeier the illusion of being scalded.

Of course he knew who it was.

He didn't move.And the other party seemed to have expected that he would not respond, so he simply came over a little more, and held his hand in a very sincere and intimate way.

Unfortunately, although it has been going on for a very long time, Mittermeier is indeed still angry.A certain kind of anger that would never be extinguished no matter how the other party flattered him was roasting his brain, making it possible for him to explode at any time.Although for a few seconds he really wanted to stop thinking and calculating, but this matter really couldn't just end like this.

He adjusted his movements a little, took the opponent's hand, and began to tighten his fingers vigorously.

But Reoenthal didn't respond.He didn't even move his eyebrows, with an expression on his face as if nothing happened, just letting Mittermeier's nails gradually sink into his skin.

Then the door clicked.

It's normal to have briefings during the meeting, but what's weird is that this time everyone shut their mouths and stopped what they were doing, and turned their heads to look at the door in unison.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, the attendant opened the door a crack, walked in cautiously, and respectfully announced: "His Excellency Marshal Siegfried Gilfies has arrived."

Then he stood still at the door, and the implication was naturally "Do you think I can let him in?"

The emperor didn't do anything like shutting people out who were late, but in terms of etiquette, the servants did need his approval to let people go.So then everyone held their breath and turned their eyes to the emperor, and there was no sound at the scene.

The emperor froze for a while.

He didn't show any of the emotions of surprise, panic, joy, fear, or excitement. He just sat there expressionless, as if he couldn't understand what the attendant said, and didn't know what happened. I don't even know what to do now.

Mittermeier felt that this might be the dullest expression of the emperor he had ever seen.

Fortunately, Reinhardt reacted quickly, and nodded generously to the attendant.The attendant took the order to retreat, and then the latecomer appeared at the door, and walked in with small steps.

He doesn't look much different from 3 years ago.If you really want to find out what is different, it may be that you look a little taller and have a more mature temperament.It's no big deal.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Good morning, gentlemen. I am very sorry that I am late." He greeted everyone meekly, with his usual modest and polite smile on his face, and his attitude was as natural as if this was his second visit this month Late.

At this moment, the waiter in charge of the reception ran over and wanted to take him to the reserved seat beside the emperor, but unexpectedly he shook his head, turned around and randomly picked an empty chair at the end of the long table, and said lightly sat down.

It seems that the marshal who has no real power intends to accompany the last seat.At the same time, it is completely predictable that he does not plan to take care of many things in the future.

Midameia couldn't blame Gilfies for what he did.He thought that if he was in his position, maybe he would choose the same way.

Many people should be very satisfied with his self-aware performance, right?

And the emperor did not stop him.

He didn't even look at him, just stared at the air in the middle of the conference table without any waves for a while, then looked away indifferently, and signaled the person who was speaking just now to continue with his expression.

Even though many people's emotions were inevitably affected, and a few people were still very excited, the emperor did not say anything about his appearance at the meeting that day.

And Gilfies also remained silent.

After the adjournment, the emperor left directly.

The performance of some other people was not so decisive - the important ministers stood up hesitantly, and gave each other a wink hesitantly. They seemed not sure how to behave so that there would be no problems. For a while, there was almost a little doubt in the scene shrouded meaning.Fortunately, however, someone soon broke the unpleasant silence.

Reoenthal stood up, walked straight up to Gilfies in a defiant manner and handed him his hand.

"Welcome back." He greeted him with that natural arrogance, his words short but powerful.

Gilfies took the opponent's hand.

Then he should have intended to say thank you, but Lutz had already run over before he could speak.

Speaking of which, Lutz may be the most excited one among all the people present today.When Gilfies entered the door just now, he couldn't control his expression a little bit, and when Gilfies sat down at the bottom seat, he almost couldn't help but stand up.After the emperor disappeared at the door, he ran over in a hurry and grabbed Gilfies' arm very hard, but couldn't say a word.

If there were not too many bystanders now, maybe he could really cry.

"Don't be like this." Mittermeier came over and patted him on the back, "Be happy."

The Lord himself began to persuade him: "Good brother, everything is fine now, don't worry about me anymore."

do not worry about me.

This may be what Gilfies wants to say to everyone who cares about him.

But now no one can not worry.

He has been completely emptied a long time ago, without a single soldier under his command, although he used to be very appealing, but now he has no place in the court.He was tragically abandoned by the times, but he still had the potential to affect the balance of power in the entire country. Unfortunately, the emperor seemed to have no intention of supporting him again. One can imagine what kind of cold reception he would suffer in the future.

... Well, maybe he is the safest under the cold reception.

In any case, the officers are still very relieved that the comrades who have been through life and death together are back again.After chatting around Gilfies for a while, led by Fahrenheit, several people made an appointment to have lunch together later.

So far, everything is fine for the time being.

Gilfies then dragged Lutz away, and the others went about their own affairs.Mittermeier sent Amsdorf back to pick up the car alone, but was stopped halfway.

"Can I spare you a little time?" He brazenly called out to him. There were three small crescent-shaped wounds in the shape of a pink crescent oozing blood on the side of the index finger of his left hand and on the tiger's mouth.

"No." Mittermeier rejected the other party's request with a bad attitude, his expression was cold and stern, and he was completely different from before.

Under normal circumstances, Reoenthal's temper was far worse than Mittermeier's.But strangely, he still chose to accept it.

"...Are you free tonight?" After thinking about it, he asked directly.

"What?" The other side looked very cold.

"Have a drink or something."

As soon as the words fell, Mittermeier's expression changed—as if he was deliberately acting artificially, he instantly tore off the indifferent expression on his face, and replaced it with a weird, awkward, and strongly mocking smile: " Are you going to your house?"

"I found a nice tavern and I think we..."

"No need." The smile on Mittermeier's face evaporated out of nowhere, and he rudely interrupted his friend's invitation: "If that's the case, then never."

Then he turned away and walked away in a huff and without hesitation.

Rosenthal stood there for a while, expressionless.