Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

In the lounge, Isabel broke a whole set of cups again.

The servant was trembling with fear and dared not make a sound. There were scratches on the side of his face caused by the debris.

There was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Isabel became even more angry: "Come in."

The door opened, and the person who came in was Edgeworth. He said to the servant inside: "Go out and guard, don't let anyone in."

There were only two people left in the lounge.

Isabel could no longer suppress her anger: "Idiot, you have been with Hurt for so long, but you didn't notice anything abnormal about him."

After hunting geese all day, he got his eyes pecked by the geese. How could he not be angry?

She only hated herself for being careless and not being able to deal with Hurt sooner.

Edgeworth did not seem panic-stricken, but rather calm and composed.

Isabel glanced at him and said, "Do you have a way to stop Hurt?"

"Why stop him?"

"Don't beat around the bush."

The place was full of Surrey's former subordinates. Compared to the royal family, their loyalty was misplaced. They only had eyes for the Edmund family. If they really wanted to send Hutt there, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains.

Seeing that Isabel was getting impatient, Edgeworth hurriedly began to explain.

"The border is unstable right now. Since Hurt has the ability, why not let him go? If he can really resist the invasion of the Pound people, it will be a relief for His Majesty."

"We just need to find his weak spot, and he will be nothing more than a dog in our hands. It will be useless even if we run far with a leash tied to our neck."

"Weakness?" Isabel pondered intently, then suddenly raised her eyes and met Edgeworth's gaze.

"You mean Arnold."

"Exactly."

“But it’s just a robot.”

In conventional thinking, the presence of robots to humans is not even as strong as that of a pet. They are just electronic products and it is difficult for people to develop feelings for them.

Edgeworth was extremely confident about this point: "In Hurt's eyes, he is not just a robot. Your Majesty, please believe me, Arnold is definitely the most powerful rope to restrain Hurt."

"As long as you detain him, Hutt will never dare to act rashly and will not be able to escape from your palm."

"As long as Arnold is in this inner city, Hutt will definitely come back. It won't be too late for us to take action then."

Isabel fell into deep thought, recalling the details of Hurt's interactions with the robot, and her brows gradually relaxed.

"I'll trust you for once."

In the afternoon, the interrupted sealing process continued.

Isabel looked natural and showed no signs of abnormality. She personally presented the medal to Hurt and awarded him the rank of major, showing her high hopes for him.

In the past, the highest military rank awarded to the winner of each session was only lieutenant, and then he would be promoted step by step based on his military achievements and time.

Song Xun didn't think Isabel was so generous and kind, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried, but the academy had already begun to clear the area, so he could only suppress his doubts and leave first.

Hutt also became alert and didn't think things would be that simple.

Sure enough, when the consecration ceremony was over and the crowd dispersed, Isabel, who had been reluctant to leave, stood up and started chatting.

"I really don't want you to leave. Your brothers have grown up, and none of them are considerate. Why don't you leave Arnold here to accompany me, a lonely man?"

Hutt, who was accompanying him, suddenly stopped and looked at Isabel with an aggressive gaze. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but was suppressed in an instant.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. There are countless people serving you attentively. I am afraid that Arnold is not good enough to serve you well."

Isabel chuckled: "I think he's a good guy. Now... I have arranged for him to live in the palace."

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On the way back, Song Xun was still worried that Isabel was up to something bad that would harm Hurt.

As I was walking, my vision suddenly went dark. I never expected that this time the enemy was targeting me.

He was brought into the palace and placed in a windowless area, perhaps used to hold criminals.

No one has appeared since he was locked up.

For a robot, there was no need to waste time and words, so Song Xun was just thrown into a random place and no one cared about him.

The lightless room is dark and damp, and staying there for a long time may even make people confused and unable to distinguish between day and night.

Song Xun's bracelet was confiscated, and the people guarding outside never spoke to him. The only noise he could hear every day was the sound of their footsteps when they changed shifts.

This kind of silence is driving people crazy.

From initially thinking about what the situation was like for Hurt outside, to finally listening to the footsteps out of boredom and counting in my mind how many guards there were outside, to now being somewhat emotionally unstable and depressed.

Less than half a month passed.

Song Xun kept pacing back and forth in the room. Even 996's words were of no use to him. He just wanted to leave here.

After nearly half a month, he was too familiar with this place, so when he heard the messy footsteps outside, he stopped suddenly.

This is not the time to change shifts.

"You can't go in here."

"Stop him—"

The guard screamed, seemingly injured, and sounds of fighting began outside.

Song Xun quickly approached the door, getting his body as close to the door as possible, trying to get more information.

The soldiers recruited at this time had already gone to the border. Even though he knew it was impossible, he had a hunch for no reason that the person outside was Hutt.

After the fierce confrontation, there was silence outside.

Song Xun banged on the door hard and called Hutt's name tentatively.

"I'm here." A low, hoarse voice came from outside the door, revealing a familiar sense of peace of mind, "Step back."

Song Xun stepped back in a hurry, and the next second, the steel door that seemed indestructible to him was broken with a bang.

The blinding light instantly filled the room. Song Xun closed his eyes, and the next second his body fell into someone's arms. He could hear the other person's intense heartbeat. Hutt hugged him tightly, feeling relieved at having regained what he had lost.

After not seeing each other for half a month, Hurt looked obviously haggard, his eyes were dark and he looked decadent and pale.

“Didn’t you go to the border…?”

"I won't go anywhere without you." Hutt greedily felt Song Xun's breath, and finally loosened his arms, pulling him out of the house and walking quickly, "Let's leave here first."

There are many guards in the palace, and someone will be here soon.

Hurt never considered himself a loyal and patriotic person, nor a man of high moral character, nor could he be as selfless and devoted as his parents.

Those words on the podium were just formalities. He had no feelings for the cage that trapped him.

The only warmth he had ever felt here was the appearance of Arnold.

Hurt was very familiar with the route out of the palace. All the people guarding outside the door fell to the ground, knocked down when Hurt broke in.

Bathed in the sun, Song Xun felt a sense of unreality. When he was locked in the room, he had been thinking about going out all day. Now that he was out, he felt a sense of uncertainty: "Is this it? Can I really leave?"

Soon, Song Xun wanted to slap himself, and what he thought came true.

The footsteps followed one after another, and the guards in the palace quickly surrounded the two from both sides, forming a circle.

Song Xun was pulled behind He. The young man in front of him had lost his youthfulness at some point. His broad shoulders were like a protective wall that isolated him from danger, and he was in a state of alert.

A path was cleared among the guards, and Isabel walked out.

"How many times has this happened? I am really moved by your persistence."

Song Xun couldn't help but glance at Hutt.

He had always thought that Hutt had gone to the border, but he didn't know that he had broken into the palace several times for him.

Hutt's body was tense, ready for battle at any time.

The atmosphere was like a fully drawn bow, ready to explode at any moment.

Isabel put aside her moral and ethical attitude and said straight to the point: "I won't kill you, but Arnold won't let you take him away either. Hurt, I advise you to be sensible and do what I say."

She smiled with sarcasm: "So many people have high hopes for you, but you keep wasting time with me here. Do you know what people outside say about you?"

"I don't need to describe to you how terrible it is."

"After all, we have been friends for so many years, and I don't want to make things too awkward with you. As long as you go to the border and successfully repel the Pound people, I will return the person to you intact."

If it were in the past, Isabel would not have been so confident in letting Hutt go to the border and let the sky be high and the birds fly freely.

But in the past half month, her thoughts and perceptions have changed. Hurt's desperate attitude fully proves that Edgeworth is right. Arnold is Hurt's absolute weak spot.

The border had been defeated repeatedly and two cities had been lost. It was a time when she needed more people. Arnold was the only one in her hands, so there was no need to worry about not being able to use Hurt for her own benefit.

Song Xun's hand was tightly grasped, and he heard Hutt deny it: "Impossible."

"Then there's no room for negotiation." Isabel stared at Song Xun coldly and raised her hand, "Catch him alive for me."

The guards rushed forward, their target being the robot behind Hutt.

Hutt swept his foot across, kicked the man away, and protected Song Xunchao as he retreated.

The powerful mental force suppressed the guards who were constantly approaching, making them unable to concentrate and fall into a passive state. Hurt's close combat has always been unmatched in the academy. The number of supporting guards is still increasing, but they still cannot break through Hurt's tight defense and attack Song Xun.

It seems that the situation is at a stalemate.

Isabel frowned, took the beam gun from the servant, aimed at Song Xun's knee, and fired accurately.

A dark light shot straight towards Song Xun. The lethality of the beam could easily penetrate flesh, bones and heavy metal, causing damage.

Hutt keenly sensed the danger, retracted his fist, took the guard's blow, and quickly put his arm around Song Xun's shoulders and led him away.

But it was still a step slower.

Song Xun was held tightly in his arms, and could hear Hutt's muffled groan in pain.

He didn't know much about the weapons in this world. He just stared down at Hurt's bleeding right leg. His expression was blank and confused for a moment. He didn't understand how it suddenly became like this.

Isabel unexpectedly put down her pistol. She didn't want to hurt Hurt. After all, she still had to rely on him to go to the border to do things for her.

She shook her head, still not understanding why Hurt had such deep feelings for a robot.

"You can't leave the palace, Hutt. I'll give you one last chance. If you don't know what's best for you, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

Hutt turned a deaf ear to him. He seemed not to feel the pain. He looked towards the guard warily with a deep sense of hostility.

The guards were so frightened that they dared not move forward.

A hand suddenly fell on Hutt's tense arm, and Song Xun walked out from behind him and said to Isabel:

"He promised you."

Hutt suddenly looked at Songxun.

He must have not had a good night's sleep for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Because of the fight just now, he had varying degrees of injuries on his body and his clothes were stained with blood.

It's just the last gasp of a dying force.

Since Hurt grew up, Song Xun rarely hugged him.

This time, he took the initiative to step forward, raised his hand and gently hugged him, and whispered in Hutt's ear: "I'll wait for you to come back, okay."

Song Xun was not stupid enough to believe Isabel's words. He just didn't expect that in the end, he would be the one who tripped up Hurt and became Isabel's weak spot to restrain Hurt.

As long as he was there, Hurt would not be able to completely break free from Isabel's control.

But if one day, Hutt becomes a dangerous existence that she cannot control, she will immediately eliminate him, and Song Xun will be the thread connecting the butcher's knife hanging high.

Song Xun knew all of this in his heart.

Hurt's only way out is to go to the border, where he can do whatever he wants and where everything is possible.

If you stay here you will be trapped to death and become a goose with broken wings.

After Song Xun let go, he took two steps back, forcefully pried open Hurt's fingers one by one, and turned to walk in front of Isabel.

"I'd like to stay."

Isabel raised the corner of her mouth: "You are more sensible than Hurt."

She waved her hand and told the guard: "Go back."

Song Xun was under strict guard in the middle and walked towards the palace again. He did not look back, but he could feel someone staring at him from behind.

After that day, Song Xun was moved to another room with bright windows and luxurious furniture.

No one knew what he had agreed with Hurt, but with Isabel's consent, he gradually expanded his space for activities, from the yard in front of the house to the entire palace, where he could move freely.

It's just that there is always someone following me everywhere, never leaving my side.

During the day, Song Xun spent most of his time staring at the small flower bed outside the window. On this day, someone suddenly came in to announce that Isabel was summoning him over.

It was the first time Isabel had seen him in the six months since she moved here.

Along the way, Song Xun was wondering what Isabel was going to do. Until he entered the inner hall, all his speculations and vigilance disappeared, and he just stared blankly at the remote transmission screen in the hall.

That was the first time Song Xun had seen Hurt in half a year, and they met through a virtual video.

He had changed a lot. A white scar had appeared at the end of his eyebrow, and there was a coldness about him that was unfamiliar to Song Xun, like a double-edged sword drawn from its sheath, exuding a chill that made people stay away.

In him, Song Xun could no longer find the shadow of the boy who used to act coquettishly towards him.

In this high-tech country, most diseases and injuries can be cured. Only serious injuries would leave scars on the face.

Song Xun felt depressed and uncomfortable.

Neither of them spoke that time, they just stared at each other silently across the screen.

There was a blazing fire deep in Hutt's eyes, which turned into intense madness and unwillingness, but was finally buried as he stared at Song Xun silently.