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Yegor got up, and took out a blank roll of paper from You Jing's desk drawer—it was not easy to buy writing paper in the Lyra, but the Consulate always had some special needs that were not humane.

Yegor leaned over his desk and quickly wrote an order: "It cannot be issued through the office system of the Consulate. This exile must be completely secret." He grabbed You Jing's wrist, pressed it into the ink, and printed an order on the paper. Dripping fingerprints, "It's a bit primitive, but I believe that old-fashioned You Zheng can still identify this."

"You Zheng? Military department?" Xilek called out before You Jing: "This is illegal."

"Shut up," Yegor said, breathing heavily, obviously he was not as relaxed as he deliberately appeared. "I can't trust the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I can only let the military department send you away to serve labor at the riverside base, which is the old site of our consul, and no one will leak the secrets."

"Eh?" Suddenly startled by cue's You Jing, the next moment, under Yegor's fierce eyes, he promised: "Although I am confused now, I promise."

Yegor turned around, stretched out his finger like a gun, and put it on Hillek's head: "Say one more word on the road, and you will die. If you touch the government or people from the Council of Elders again, you will die." Dead. I don't know where your collected materials are hidden, but if those things are found, you will die too. So for your life, forget about Qi Zhiwen's crap, put away all petty tricks, sandwich Be a man with a tail - you'll be exiled for trying to bribe the Archon."

Hillek was stunned for a second, and then said, "You don't completely disbelieve what I said, do you?"

Yegor withdrew his hand calmly, and hugged his shoulders: "Stay away from this bomb, sir. You are too naive and credulous. You dare to say anything in front of the You family and the Helian family. Instead, you Zheng will be the staff officer." Chang, or my good fiancé Helian Ding," he said the name without blinking his eyes, as if without emotion at all, "you may not be able to walk out of this door alive."

"I have one last question," Hillek said, "and after this I promise to shut up, forever."

Yegor raised his chin slightly and looked at him.

"That," Hillek pointed to the document held by You Jing at the moment, "I guess Lyra's military funding has been reduced this year."

Yegor remained silent, and You Jing grasped the document even tighter.Hillek said desperately, "You have to do something."

You Jing tried to comfort him and said: "Emperor, if he is still alive, he will not have enough wealth to carry out interstellar wars. Lyra's supervision on the circulation of precious metals is very strict."

Yegor turned his back and tugged at his originally neat long hair anxiously: "Lira is already restless enough, if Qi Zhiwen really wants to make trouble, please ask him to line up first."

You Jing put his hand on the back of his head and patted him comfortingly. Yegor was stunned for a moment, looked up at him coldly, and You Jing asked him, "When will the people from the military department come to pick up the documents?"

Yegor stepped back half a point and said, "Soon."

You Jing's hand stopped in the air in embarrassment, then he turned to Xilek and forcibly shook his hand: "I hope you are still alive when I see you next time."

Hillek smiled bitterly: "I hope that I will never see you again in this life. I have a hunch that when we meet next time, Lyra will not be the current Lyra."

He looked up, and from the dome of the consul's office, he could see the entire sky above the Star Observation Platform. The clouds were moving slowly, and the stars cast white-gold light in invisible places.The Consulate is a no-fly zone, so you can't see the small aircraft that shuttle back and forth, but in the entire Orpheus, and even the entire Lyra, they are bustling, forming a light, cheerful and peaceful world, although the war has only passed less than 20 years ago.

A beep sounded, indicating that military personnel with appointments were already on their way to the office. Hillek took a step back and waved at Youjing and Yegor: "Goodbye."

It was not until a long time later that You Jing woke up like a dream and asked: "Do you think Xileke's words are somewhat true. Is Lyra really in crisis?"

Yegor glanced at him: "I don't know if there will be a crisis in Lyra, but you have already wasted two hours of work."

"Hey?!"

"Don't think I don't know what tricks you use to get lazy at work, I just turned a blind eye, don't push yourself!"

"The Lyra is about to be captured by the empire, and you still force the consul to approve the documents, shouldn't I do something more meaningful?" You Jing protested with eyes open and talking nonsense.

Yegor propped his hands on the desk, and leaned over to look at the consul's beautiful eyes that don't know much about the world. You Jing could almost feel his shallow breath: "Don't look so far, You Jing, Qi Zhiwen is not What a fatal crisis. The thorns and hellfire are actually under your feet." He raised his hand to cover You Jing's eyes, but You Jing couldn't see his expression, and he was so stuttered that he couldn't speak: "Yegor."

"Ok?"

"Are you with me today?" You Jing recalled Yegor's unquestionable assertiveness today, and felt happy for the first time. Yegor simply cut off the source of information, and now only He and You Jing learned the shocking truth about Emperor Qi Zhiwen.

Yegor was silent for a moment, then resumed his usual gentle tone, and said, "Yes."

"Why?" You Jing blinked in his palm.

"Because our consul is a good boy." Yegor put down his hand.When You Jing's eyes were still blank, a hug gently fell on his shoulder, and he left quickly.

The behavior of a clean government is that although Yegor is the secretary-general, he is not equipped with a special aircraft for commuting to and from get off work on weekdays.Both his driver and the aircraft belonged to Helian's family, and if Helian Ding occasionally came to pick him up, then there would definitely be news of sneak shots that would be published in the media the next day.

When he got off work today, You Jing was very annoyed: "Are you going back to Helian's house?" He emphasized the three words Helian's house, as if he only knew about it today.

Yegor replied: "Otherwise, only you have this right and obligation, and you must live in the Consulate."

Thinking about it now, he still finds You Jing very funny, because of Yegor's special status—whether in public or private, he has seen too many prying eyes on him, and even curious temptations.

But You Jing is a bit different, what is different, even if he is as keen as Yegor, he can't be sure.

But he didn't care, it was nothing to him.

He walked into his room. There were many old-fashioned and weird decorations in Yegor's room. When he was a child, adults always warned him not to forget his "roots" and put these things everywhere.To be honest, Yegor still can't figure out where his roots are, but he is indeed used to all this, just as he is used to Lyra, so accustomed to dedicating himself to this country.

Although Yegor, as a superior, is well aware of the filth and darkness in this country, his own hands are not necessarily clean.He outlines it in a series of government documents and reports, such as the polarization between the rich and the poor, environmental pollution, racial discrimination, class oppression, government-business collusion, judicial injustice, and government changes... Maybe he is an intentional or unintentional promoter.But no one knows better than a person with wandering in his blood how good it is to have a hometown where he can live.

"What are you thinking about?" Yegor was taken aback, only to find that the person sitting on the sofa with his back turned to him was Helian Ding.Who else could it be? He has the authority to run amok in this family.

Helian Ding put down a photo frame in his hand, turned his head and asked, "That Hillek, did you say something?"

Yegor was not surprised that Helianding spied inside the Consulate, and Helian's family was by no means the only one who buried him in the Consulate.

He took a deep breath, and said casually: "It's just some whimsical ramblings. He has too much dissatisfaction with the government, and his spirit is already abnormal."

Helian Ding snorted, and his side face was surprisingly cold and handsome: "Interstellar immigrants always fantasize about being able to get involved in politics, but Lyra doesn't need outsiders to manage it."

Yegor didn't speak, and Helianding immediately said apologetically, "Yegor, you are different." He stood up and looked at the ring on Yegor's hand, "You belong to the Helian family."

"I exiled him." Yegor withdrew his hand calmly.

"What's the reason?"

"Time is running out. A madman doesn't know what he will do in Orpheus. He will be much more honest under the eyes of the army."

"So you hope I don't interfere?" Helian Ding raised his eyebrows, looked at Yegor's expression seriously, and then scratched his nose.

"It's really my soft-hearted little Yegor." He walked out of the room slowly with his hands in his pockets, and suddenly turned his head and smiled, "But it doesn't matter, I completely trust your ability to handle affairs."

Yegor uncovered the photo frame that Helian Ding had buckled on the table. A bustling big family was framed in a gold-plated frame, and a little boy sitting on the dress of a woman in full dress was circled. Unclear.

Yegor threw it into the drawer casually, and they all understood that it meant nothing to Yegor, it was just a photo.