【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

The night started to get dark.

Gilfies left the reveling officers' club.Everyone else knew that his health was not very good, so they didn't hold back too much, but expressed their congratulations and blessings to him again.

He took the coat from the cloakroom, walked out alone, and went to the nearby parking lot to pick up the car—the military department just sent him a new car a few days ago.He liked it, or at least thought it wasn't too bad.

But he knew that he shouldn't be driving: because although the probability is extremely small, it is indeed possible for him to suddenly become black and lose consciousness.

But he took it anyway.

Now, Gilfies has fully accepted the fact that he is no longer a good person in the general sense, at least not a good person with a full sense of morality, worthy of praise from others, no distractions, and no calculations .

This kind of understanding is very rare for him. You must know that he has always lived in this world as a truly kind, tolerant, gentle and loyal good person.His life is actually very simple. He has his own fixed circle, his own goals, his own sustenance, his own happiness, and probably because of his extraordinary good luck, all the negative things he encountered have never been successful. Really hurt him deeply enough.

Then one day, something happened that wasn't supposed to happen.On the one hand, he was almost dead, but on the other hand, he felt that he was awake. After more than 4 months of dying, he finally found him in the ruins left by his former friend or monarch. Found a weird contraption: a whole new self.

He can clearly see things attached to this self that he didn't seem to have at all, such as resentment, unwillingness, greed, cunning, or some kind of aggressiveness that gnaws teeth, and at the same time he can sort out their sources and find their context.

Of course, the doctor had made it clear to him that if he felt something was wrong it was mostly just PTSD.

But he himself didn't think so.

There have never been any perfect and natural saints in this world, but there are poor ghosts with oppressive and blurred personalities who never really see the world and themselves clearly.It is only by having the courage to face up, acknowledge, and accept your own hatreds and desires that it is possible to truly be a person after the matter is over.

Gilfies arrived at the palace at 11 o'clock.

Generally speaking, the emperor no longer summoned courtiers at this time, but because Reinhardt has always been very diligent and attached great importance to various unexpected situations, the gate of the palace will not be completely closed.

He passed the security check without a hitch and was able to drive in.

After getting out of the car, he set out alone to the emperor's palace.Of course, the guards could grasp his position, so Qisri waited for him at the door.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Marshal Gilfies." Chisley saluted him politely, but the title he used showed his attitude.

He actually met Gilfies a long time ago, but the two had no contact.Now there are very few impressions of the past, and Qisli doesn't like the newcomer in front of him who is shrouded in the night of the palace, wearing a coat and slender like a phantom, who looks kind and polite but is actually extremely oppressive. dignitaries.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Brigadier General Qisri." With a usual smile, Gilfies politely asked the other party for help, "I'm sorry to bother Your Majesty at such a late hour, but I do have something to do, I don't know if I can inform you one time?"

"Your Majesty is going to sleep. If it's not an emergency, can you please come back tomorrow morning? I can make arrangements for you, and I guarantee that you will be the first foreign minister to see His Majesty tomorrow."

Of course there are reasons for choosing this time to come to Jillfies, but if Qisri insists, there is no need to bother.

He thought about it, thought about everything, and then nodded in agreement: "Okay. Then..."

Unexpectedly, the door behind Chisley opened at this time, and a young major that Gilfies had never seen came out from the door.Qisri turned his head and stared at him in amazement, as if he never expected things to develop like this.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has summoned you. Please wait in the living room for a while, he will come to see you soon." Liuken said to the two of them.

In this way, Gilfies succeeded in one fell swoop and broke into the private living space of His Majesty the Emperor.

But it's funny to say, in fact, the emperor lived with him before.They mix and share a lot of things, and their personal space is almost non-existent.

But now it is so hard for him to see him, and he even needs to rely on the grace of the emperor - to be honest, it reminds him a bit of the time when Anne Roger lived in the harem of Frederick IV. mode.

Gilfies suddenly felt like sighing.But fortunately, he quickly hid his emotions smoothly.

After a while, the emperor appeared at the door with a young attendant.

He was wearing casual light-colored home clothes, neatly dressed and calm, and there seemed to be nothing inappropriate.However, Gilfies could still feel the moisture on his cheeks and the ends of his hair that were not completely dried - it was more than 90% possible that the emperor was washing up just now.Then he suddenly heard the news, and hurriedly ordered Liuken to let him in, and at the same time tidy himself up as quickly as possible.

It seems that what Qisri did just now makes sense.From the point of view of a courtier, he really shouldn't bother the emperor at this time.But to be honest, what he wanted was such an emperor who had shed all the outer shells, subconsciously lowered his vigilance to the lowest level because he was in the dormitory after nightfall, just after bathing.

"Good evening, Your Majesty." Standing up from the sofa, Gilfies bowed his head to salute the emperor.

"Good evening." The emperor answered him calmly, and at the same time walked unhurriedly to the sofa opposite Gilfies and sat down.

Then strangely, although the expressions of the two were very normal, there was still a silence in the room for a while.

Gilfies didn't want to embarrass the emperor too much, so he took the initiative to speak.But just as he said the word "Your Majesty", the young emperor raised his hand.

Gilfies closed his mouth.

The emperor seemed to struggle a little—very faintly, but Gilfies could still see it—then, he looked up at his subject's face, and said to him in a very gentle and kind tone: "You can sit down .”

Gilphiaes complied.

Then the Emperor bade his little attendants to fetch them some water.The child looked about 14 or 5 years old, and he was gradually growing into a young man, but he hadn't completely lost his childishness yet.He glanced at Gilfies curiously, then smiled at him, then turned and left to complete the emperor's order.

"Is it His Majesty's attendant?" Gilfies asked casually.

"……Yes."

"Really young."

It almost reminds me of when we were so young—usually a sentence like this would follow the previous sentence, but Gilfies didn't say it directly.

But the emperor can still roughly understand this meaning.

But the problem is, he really doesn't know how to respond to this sentence, because now he doesn't have the courage to bring up the past in front of this person, the only thing he can do is to change the subject.

"What's the matter?" He asked a little stiffly.

Gilfies took his words very submissively: "It's about the matter of continuing to investigate the old nobles mentioned by Marshal Oberstein at today's meeting, Your Majesty."

"how?"

"I don't know what His Majesty thinks about this matter now?"

"Does it matter?"

"For me and Field Marshal Oberstein, I'm afraid it is. In fact, I have reflected on it for a long time just now. I realize that I may start to fall back into my old soft-hearted habits-and public disputes are indeed harmful to me and the Field Marshal. The decency of both parties. If possible, I will be happy to make concessions on this matter first. At the same time, I am also sorry for causing displeasure to Your Majesty because of this matter, and sincerely hope that you can forgive me for my recklessness and stubbornness."

Reinhardt looked at him.

For a while, he felt as if he didn't know this person—the former Gilfies would never say, and would never say such high-sounding, irrefutable, smooth and sophisticated words to himself.He's grown a little too much, which surprises Reinhardt.

But the emperor could never refuse him.What's more, what he said now does make sense.

So the emperor agreed.

"...Okay. I won't leave this matter in your hands."

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty."

"But it won't be in the hands of Oberstein. After all, it always takes two people to argue."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Gilfies smiled, "There is one more thing, Your Majesty."

"what?"

"It's about your appointment and canonization of me today. I am extremely grateful for everything His Majesty has given me, and there is nothing in return. I must live up to my trust and do my best to serve Your Majesty and the country."

This sentence attracted the emperor's very long, almost sharp gaze.

"...I really didn't expect it." After a long time, the emperor finally relaxed his back and sighed lightly.

Gilfies kept smiling and looked at him.

Then, in a strange way, the emperor also said the last sentence: "I really didn't expect that you would not object..."

This time it was Gilfies' turn.It's hard to tell if it's just pretending or it's just like that, he showed some surprise, and asked the emperor in a puzzled tone: "Why should I object to your completely correct decision?"

The emperor was stunned.

He looked at him, and he looked at him.This stare continued for several seconds.

Finally, the emperor laughed.And the other party gave him the same smile.

"Okay, okay..." The emperor conceded.He raised his hand to support his forehead, with a helpless expression: "You are right."

At this moment, they seemed to abandon their past.

As if time had never passed, they were sitting in the rented apartment as usual, discussing various matters, big or small, while Gilfies made Reinhard speechless That's right.

There are no burdens or worries here, and they can smile at each other without reservation.

The atmosphere is so good.

So good that I get carried away.

So good that even when Gilfies suddenly stood up from the sofa, took two steps and knelt very close to him, and raised his hand to grab his wrist and pulled his hand off his forehead, Reinhard Haven't fully reacted yet.

He was not wearing gloves, and the emperor's sleeves were loose.

"It doesn't really matter if we're right or wrong," he told him, looking him in the eye sincerely.

Reinhardt also looked at him, his mind went blank, he only felt the hot touch on his wrist penetrate into his brain through the nerves, leaving a gradually deeper imprint inside like a red-hot iron.

Then, before he could react, Gilfies quickly let go of his hand and stood up to back away. At the same time, he heard the sound of Emil opening the door and walking in, and the slight clinking of the tray from behind.

"It's too late, Your Majesty." Gilfies bowed to him and saluted, "Thank you very much for calling me—good night."