【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Reinhardt had naively thought that if he just walked along the wall, he would always find the door.

But now the house of Behring's house proves to him that there has never been such a rule of death in this world: Braving the low temperature of minus 7 or 8 degrees, trekking in the cold ice and snow that has hardened and caked under the eaves, Reinhard unexpectedly After walking for 5 minutes, I haven't found any relatively normal entrance and exit.

This made him feel very helpless, and at the same time, the piercing feeling on his body kept reminding him that the temperature was too low, and he needed to find a place to warm up immediately, otherwise he would definitely suffer from frostbite.

So he had to step up his groping—at last, he found a window that was not closed tightly.Breaking through the window was really unscrupulous, but now he had no other choice.

Carefully pulling the window open, he climbed in after making sure no one was inside.

The room was dark, no lights were turned on.But the AI ​​still works normally.

Sensing someone entering, the small crystal chandelier on the ceiling immediately lit up, and at the same time, the chubby little cylindrical AI butler also ran over, stopped in front of him very accurately and issued a prompt: "Please choose your favorite temperature."

It seems that Dr. Behring put his identification information among the guests for the AI ​​to record, so when they see him, he will offer to serve him instead of calling the police.

"22 degrees." The emperor answered it casually, and then began to observe the room - it seemed to be a study room, with a dark red carpet on the floor, gooseberry-colored furniture and a green sofa, looking very classic and old-fashioned.There were huge bookshelves and a desk on one side of the room, but there were no books on the shelves, and there was no sign of use on the desk.

This is supposed to be a small out-of-the-way room a little away from the main living area.

It was disgraceful to trespass into the private area of ​​the master's house so recklessly, and Reinhardt began to think about how to cover it up in the future.But he couldn't just run back to the ball with a chill all over because of this.

Fortunately, the efficiency of the central air conditioner is still very high, and the indoor temperature rose quickly. He took off his coat and stood under the air outlet of the air conditioner, letting the hot air blow directly onto himself.

After blowing like this for about 5 minutes, he felt that he came alive a little bit.

Moving away from the air outlet, he sat on the sofa.In fact, if he was really cautious enough, he should get dressed right now and find a way to go back to the ball.But this rare environment with no one around made him decide to stay a little longer.

"Is there hot water?" He asked the AI ​​in front of him, "The kind of hot water you drink."

The lights on the AI ​​flickered twice, but overall it wasn't a reaction.

He thought, this thing may be a little bit incomprehensible.

So the emperor took the initiative to give in: "Water is not necessary, as long as it is a hot drink. Bring me some."

This time it understood.The light flickered twice again, and the small motor hidden inside its body started up, making it spin a few times in a very interesting way, and then ran out the door nimbly.

It didn't take long for it to come back, with a small dark tray above its head, and a glass in it.It held them square and steady, returning to Reinhardt with speed and grace.

The glass was half filled with a steaming clear liquid.

For a short while, the emperor was really fooled: he thought the little guy had a sense of enlightenment, figured out what "water" was and got it for himself, so he unsuspectingly picked up the cup and drank it After taking a sip, it turned out that it wasn't water at all.

This is colorless rum heated to a very high degree.

Holding the cup, the emperor couldn't laugh or cry.

Today is simply an adventure for him.He really didn't think that he could make so many troubles—leaving everyone aside arbitrarily, disappearing from the ball inexplicably, running around in the courtier's house, appearing in places where he shouldn't be, drinking spirits...

He covered his face in despair and fell into a daze on the sofa.

But after a while, he figured it out completely—or it could be said that he gave up on himself.

Straightening up, he raised the cup in his hand, silently smiled and toasted to the empty seat in front of him, then raised his head, and drank the hot wine in one gulp.

Reinhardt was not bad at drinking, and he had already taken a quick hangover drug before the dance, but the power of this degree of hot wine was still not something he could bear.

In just a few minutes, the young emperor saw himself falling into a deep sleep. The feeling of falling asleep was so vivid and clear, and it was as fast as if he had been knocked out.

After closing his eyes, what greeted him first was a period of absolute darkness without any sound or light.Reinhardt doesn't know how long it lasted, but he has to admit that he likes it.

Then, slowly, light, shadow and color resurfaced in his mind.

They were faint at first, curled up into small, symbolic symbols, stirring slightly in the far corner.But as time went by, they gradually became stronger, and gradually even formed complete pictures and images.Then these pictures and images rose up like some kind of strange big bird or carrier-based aircraft, circled in groups in his mind, and finally connected together in series, combining into many long or short fragments.

Reinhardt knew it was all about him.

Some from a long time ago and some from not so long ago.Some I always remember, and some have long been lost in the ocean of memory.They sprinkled towards him and surrounded him like snowflakes, forcing him to repeat them in the depths of his soul, the beautiful and unwilling to look back intertwined, making him feel like time and space are chaotic and overlapping, everything is a story, everything is a story. unreal feeling.

I don't know how long it took, but he felt bored.And he doesn't like this state of being completely out of his control.

So he rebelled.

A little irritable, he began to try to run in other directions, swinging away those strange things all the way, trying to pull himself out of this world full of useless memories, weak and sad, and hard to break free.It's just that the world seemed unexpectedly vast, so soon he felt that his steps were heavy and he had completely lost his way.And those things seemed to be able to sense his hesitation and wavering, because then they rushed up and rushed towards him with an aura that seemed to engulf him.

But at this moment, someone happened to call him.

Reinhardt instinctively followed the sound and turned around, and then found someone frowning slightly, looking at him with some concern.The light from the crystal chandelier enveloped him, casting a faint orange halo on him, making him look gentle and hazy.

There were no alarm bells in Reinhardt's head, and he knew he was perfectly fine.At the same time, because he had successfully escaped from the dream, the feeling of confusion and panic was completely gone, leaving only the indescribable warmth and stability in the study lingering around him.

So he closed his eyes again and took a breath, struggled to stretch a little on the sofa, then opened his eyes again and smiled, and whispered to the other party: "I had a dream just now..."

At this moment, a strange sound came from somewhere in the distance, the volume was not loud, but it was enough to alert any professional soldier for an instant—it was the sound of an explosion.

The emperor suddenly came to his senses, and Gilfies backed away immediately.

In the first few days when he came back, what Gilfies did the most was probably to seize every opportunity to carefully observe the emperor's behavior and speculate on his thoughts.

Then he was surprised to find that what he did was a waste of time-it was amazing that although they had been separated for more than 3 years, most of the emperor's actions today were still within the range he could speculate.

He can guess the meaning of his various expressions or actions, predict the decisions and choices he will make, understand his concerns and embarrassments, roughly grasp his emotional context, keep up with his thinking logic, and see through whether he is intentional or unintentional Hidden mind ups and downs.

Only then did he realize that no matter what kind of unhappiness had happened between him and him, his understanding of him could not be erased, and it would be difficult to change and decrease with the passage of time.

Of course, when the object of this kind of understanding is sitting on the throne, strictly speaking, this is not a very good situation-at least, this situation can be evaluated as "risky".

But now Gilfies doesn't care about any risks.

He has no burden, no fear, and no sense of respect or reverence. He just does what he wants to do, and he is not in a hurry.

Very calmly, he just stood there respectfully, waiting for the emperor to speak first.

After a while.

"You..." The emperor opened his mouth and made such a sound.

But Gilfies knew that the final sentence would definitely not be this one.

Then, sure enough—"...what happened?" Reinhard stopped what he was going to say earlier, and replaced it with another sentence. Generally speaking, both his face and tone of speech can be regarded as normal.

This is the first sentence in the true sense between the two of them in more than 3 years.

But Gilfies didn't care about that.Now that the emperor asked the question, his first task now is to answer him first: "Someone found blood at the entrance of the ball hall half an hour ago, but no injured person was found after the investigation. Afterwards, Mr. Doctor's butler came to report that there were two An AI robot is missing, so Brigadier General Qisili wanted to take you away first, but what he didn't expect was that you were also missing."

This sentence made Reinhardt stunned for a while—Gilfies knew that this meant that he realized that he had screwed up the matter, and began to feel sorry and embarrassed.

It made him laugh a little, but he kept his face as blank as possible.

Soon the emperor recovered from his self-examination.

"What was that voice just now?" He continued to ask, his tone sounded very businesslike.

"I'm very sorry, Your Majesty. I'm not sure." Gilfies shook his head, "But I'm sure it wasn't done by the gendarmerie."

Gilfies is right.

If it is not an extremely critical situation, the military police will never use explosives or heavy weapons near the emperor's seat.

And now the emperor is sitting in a secluded and safe room wearing only a shirt and talking to his subjects, how can it be considered extremely critical?

This can only be done by other people.In other words, the emperor's unexpected disappearance today is actually a manifestation of his good luck.If Qisri had been able to take him directly out of the mansion just now, then perhaps the explosion would have occurred in his convoy.If he was in the crowd, maybe the explosion could have happened on top of his head.

Of course, there are as many people who want the emperor's life as there are stars in the sky, but there are very few people who really have the ability and drive to attack.

Reinhardt knew what kinds of forces it might be, but when it comes to suspicion, it's okay to expand it a bit.As for the responsibility for security... Qisli is better, Kesla must have been hit hard, and I have to appease him.

Subsequent things will be more troublesome.

Of course, this incident must be investigated, but I have to be careful not to shake the government and the public.Or be as conservative as possible.Wait until the weather is relatively calm before starting to reverse the case, this way there will be fewer people fishing in troubled waters...

"Your Majesty." Gilfies interrupted the emperor's train of thought at this time, "Mr. Kesla contacted me just now. He already knows your current location. I implore you to hide yourself temporarily and don't act."

"Okay. No problem." He nodded quietly and didn't speak anymore.

But not speaking does not mean that there is no contact and no communication.

In the next half hour, Gilfies has been moving within a radius of less than 5 meters from him.Except when he would turn his attention away when contacting Kesla and the others, his focus of attention at other times was of course the emperor.He took care of him as well as he could, brought him hot water, brought him some fruit, even took out a book from a corner to pass the time for him, and reminded him to put on his coat and tidy up.

During this period, his attitude was very natural. Although he was polite, he was not too alienated. Even if he didn't show much enthusiasm, he didn't show any disgust.

Reinhardt can only say that he is very satisfied, and everything is better than he imagined.