【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Reoenthal returned to his own residence in the hotel.

Adhering to the principle of never putting all eggs in one basket, the base camp arranged the residences of all senior officers separately, and everyone kept a distance of at least 2 kilometers from each other.Only the emperor insisted on living with the grand duke, making everyone worried by virtue of his privilege.

But Rosenthal didn't care about that.It is very normal for his own life to be compressed in a state of war, and he is very used to it.

So it did come as a little surprise to him when he opened the door to the room only to find that the light was on.

There are only a few people in Heinesen who have the right to enter his territory.However, he is sure that it cannot be the emperor or the grand duke. Fahrenheit should not have such thoughts after being hijacked just now. Biddenfield is still busy—or he can be said to be busy again.

And even if they were the ones who came, it was impossible for them to turn on all the lights, put their coats on the coffee table and run into their bedroom without thinking.

The answer can only be the last one.

...and it was only natural for him to come here.

He didn't feel uncomfortable because of being stared too closely, and there was even a smile on Reuenthal's face.

He walked to the door of the bedroom and gently opened the door, and sure enough, he saw the person sitting in front of the desk flipping through documents and working on his PC.So he raised his hand and lightly knocked on the open door next to him, and asked him after the other party turned his head, "Are you checking the post, sir?"

It can be seen that Mittermeier is not quite used to Luo Yantar's straightforward and lifelike words, and he seems a little embarrassed for a while.

But soon he adjusted his attitude and launched a new strategy: "What is there to investigate, do you still have that strength now?"

Rosenthal looked at him for a while, then came over and sat down on the chair beside him, with a little malicious smile leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"Of course I have," he said to Mittermeier.

Normally, this sentence could directly make Mittermeier blush.And if he's in a good spirits, maybe he'll get a little angry, bicker with himself or something.

But this time the other party was not fooled.After hearing what he said, Mittermeier just reached out and touched his cheek, saying, "Your complexion is not as good as usual."

"...just a little tired."

Mittermeier smiled: "And after seeing His Majesty's new general counsel, I believe you are even more tired."

Hearing this sentence, Roenthal also laughed sullenly: "No, of course not. Mr. Treunisit is a very perfect gentleman. He entertained me with all his strength and gave me thoughtful courtesy, It was all a pleasure."

"Is there any pretty girl there?" Mittermeier came closer, with a smirk on his face, as if he was actually a not-so-serious buddy of Reoenthal.

"Unfortunately, at least there are no 'that' pretty girls." Shrugging his shoulders indifferently, Reuenthal leaned back on the backrest relaxedly, "The most beautiful person in the audience may be Mr. Treunisit himself, If I hadn't heard his 'interesting stories', maybe I would have been conquered by his charm."

"Honestly, he's smarter than I expected."

"It's also smarter than I expected. Fortunately, he's not as smart as His Majesty, so we can rest assured and wait for his results."

"...but maybe things won't get to that point?"

"That's nothing bad. If he is willing to restrain himself from now on and play the role His Majesty wants him to play in his position, then the whole world will be more peaceful and harmonious. It's just that after a person has done so many abominable things Of course, others want to seize the opportunity to let him receive punishment, rather than let him go on smoothly—and unfortunately, I personally think he doesn’t want to restrain himself.”

Mittermeier shook his head, his expression looked a little emotional: "Is power really that attractive?"

"My dear friend, maybe 99% of the world can ask that question, but you can't. It's so rude."

This sentence made Mittermeier a little stunned, but he didn't need to put on a show in front of Reoenthal or cover up his true thoughts: "But that's what I think. This thing may make me feel a sense of accomplishment, right? But it's never the point. Like..."

Then he stopped.

"Go on." Rosenthal encouraged him.

Then Mittermeier cleared his throat in embarrassment, and it was obvious that he didn't really want to say it, but in the end he did.

"For example... If I didn't become a soldier, but went to learn gardening or something. Then I won't be able to climb up to my current position, but even if I can't climb up, it's not a big deal." From here on, his voice began to weaken It became vague, "As long as I can still know you, it's fine..."

After staring at him and listening to him finish speaking, there was no smile on Rosenthal's face at all.He even showed a somewhat surprised look: "You mean, do you think it's a good thing to know me?"

"Is not it?"

"Turn your head around and think about it carefully, okay? If I didn't exist or we never knew each other, your life would be much better, at least it would be more normal."

Mittermeier fell silent, turned his mind very obediently, imagined the situation carefully, and then he had to admit that what Reoenthal said was very reasonable.

But this smooth and perfect logic did not conquer him.

"...but no matter how good that is, it's not what I want now."

This time it was Reoenthal's turn to be silent.

After a while, he slowed down.

Leaning forward a little towards Mittermeier, he held out his hand.

"Look." Roenthal said to him like this, and at the same time reminded him to look at the position of his tiger's mouth and the side of his index finger.

After searching for a while, Mittermeier found those small white scars, and at the same time remembered what happened at the imperial meeting that day.

"Yes……"

"Yes."

"……sorry, I……"

"You don't have to say sorry about this."

"why?"

"Because it's a very good thing for me. I mention it now, just want you to know."

Rosenthal told him so.

Gilfies woke up late the next day, and when he went downstairs, the emperor was already fully dressed and sitting at the dining table.

But he didn't wait for him to eat breakfast.

When Gilfies entered, the emperor was unruly drinking sweet milk with breakfast cereals floating in it from a porcelain bowl. The atmosphere at the scene was very young and full of the alliance flavor of doing as the Romans did.And when he found Gilfies, put down the bowl in his hand and sat upright and smiled, the tone in the restaurant was immediately tuned to Odin's frequency.

Gilfies said good morning to him and came over.When he came in front of him, the emperor gave him his hand very naturally: "I thought you would sleep a little longer."

Gilfies didn't answer his words.He just held his hand for a while, then finally made a decision, took his hand, bowed his head slightly and kissed his knuckles.

This action is still relatively social, but it is indeed out of the scope of etiquette for monarchs and ministers.

The smile on Reinhardt's face could hardly be contained: "Did you sleep well?"

"It can't be better, Your Majesty." Gilfies also smiled, his face showed some embarrassment because of what the other party pointed out, but overall he was very frank, and there was no unnatural or evasive expression at all.

Then he sat down on the chair next to him, and Emil came over at the right time and asked him if he was ready for breakfast, and after getting an affirmative answer, he also served him a bowl of cereal milk and a sandwich for elementary school students.

At times like this, Gilfies always felt that the emperor actually had a sense of humor.

Then came the emperor's routine morning news hour.After careful consideration, the attendants set the TV screen above the middle of the long dining table.

It's a pity that they can't receive the Empire's channel here, they can only use the alliance's program to make up the number.

However, since there will be no controversy in the alliance, and the only big news that is absolutely suitable for the stage is himself, so Reinhardt is basically forced to repeatedly watch his schedule yesterday.

This is very boring to Reinhardt, but Gilfies is completely able to see it.

In other words, it is perfectly fine for him to watch it with great interest.For a moment he was even fascinated by looking at the emperor's face on the screen, until the man sitting next to him reached out and scratched the back of his hand with his nails.

"I'm here, why do you want to look there?" The emperor muttered, looking dissatisfied.Gilfies was amused by his performance: "Isn't it all you, Your Majesty?"

Gilfies' tone was purely joking, but unexpectedly the emperor answered him very seriously: "Those are just phantoms. Why abandon the most important essence and stare at those illusory and meaningless things?"

Gilfies froze for a moment, because he felt that what Reinhardt said just now should not be limited to the literal meaning, but the emperor didn't give him time to think, and began to ask him other things: "What do you think yesterday? Those who hijacked the surrendered warship and escaped at night, where do they want to go?"

"...Some galaxy in the rear that doesn't want to surrender. But it's just a matter of time, 16 battleships are really too small compared to this world."

"I don't know what Yang will think of this matter."

"Yang?" Gilfies looked at the emperor, a little unexpected that he would have such an association, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to express any opinion on this."

"Yes, but I have to admit that this is worth exploring-after all, it is a company that has been under his command for a long time. I think his views on this matter should represent his views on other similar matters, and his The positioning of those who have feelings for them.”

"Actually, Your Majesty."

"what?"

"I have always thought that he is a very affectionate person, but now I feel that when facing righteousness or justice, he is not necessarily influenced by personal feelings."

"For example?" The emperor looked at him curiously, resting his chin with his hands.

"For example... the future of 1000 million people or the legitimate rights and the people I cherish the most, my logic will be more inclined to choose the latter, and most ordinary people should be similar to me. But he probably is not."

"...Then I think he's a bit scary."

"Maybe he thinks the same way himself—he has been avoiding himself as the core power holder. Maybe the reason is not lofty or lazy, but because he can't accept the decision he will make when such a choice really comes one day in the future."

The emperor showed a thoughtful expression, and nodded after a while: "That's right. I really shouldn't take many things for granted."

Then he seemed to be lost in thought again, but suddenly he gave up thinking again, and turned to look at Gilfies with a playful and self-willed expression: "By the way, you haven't told me earlier."

Gilfies didn't know what he was trying to do, so he had to tell him the truth: "But I said it."

"But your good morning just now was for His Majesty, wasn't it?"

This sentence made Gilfies open his mouth, but in the end he swallowed those incomprehensible words back.

"Okay." Gilfies gave in with a helpless smile, "Good morning, Reinhardt."