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Xiu couldn't eat anymore.

Not only that, but he began to have various reactions, ranging from those visible to the naked eye to unspeakable ones—the rejection of doctors since he was a child made it impossible for him to resort to doctors to solve everything.

If Alfred was here, he would probably try his best to coax him to eat. Alfred did this on the spaceship before.

But Alfred wasn't there, so he could only force himself to eat for one reason—he couldn't fall down yet.

Even if the hope becomes more and more elusive as time goes by, as long as there is a slight possibility, he cannot fall down, because Alfred promised that he will come back.

"The regiments stationed on the frontier have discovered the battlefield and are judging which side the wreckage is left behind," Marshal Stone said.

He looked very calm, because he had firmly established his path. Even if Alfred didn't come back, he still had this card in his stomach to play, and the Stone family would still be brilliant.

However, Xiu looked uneasy.

Today he is still surrounded by a mass of fabric, slumped in a soft high-back chair, so that his belly cannot be seen clearly.This arrangement looks very comfortable, but the person in it is thin and pale. It doesn't take a professional to know that this is a sickness.

Of course, few people have the opportunity to see it.

It was this look that looked like it needed to be called a doctor, but Xiu was very sober when he spoke. He asked, "Why is this so difficult to judge? The material of our spaceship is completely different from theirs."

"The crushing is so severe that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye." Marshal Stone said simply.

"The empire hasn't been invaded yet, enough to prove that the wreckage belongs to the Federation, isn't it?"

Marshal Stone did not refute Xiu's words, but continued: "Not far away, we detected traces of the spaceship's hasty retreat, heading towards the Federation. But this is because the speed of their spaceship is too high, and it is easy to leave traces. If our warship It is a normal departure, and it is difficult to detect traces."

He still has guesses that he hasn't said. For example, the wreckage that can't be broken any more is the warship of the empire. For example, the warship of the empire was forced to leave the empire with the evacuated federal spaceship.

After all, it has been almost 20 days since the last report of the "start of war" was received. If they win, there is no reason for them to lose contact for so long.

Resting his head with one hand, Xiu said, "Expand the search area."

Marshal Stone said: "It's already being done."

Searching for a lost fleet in the vast unknown universe is several times more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack, and the hope is extremely slim.

But Xiu nodded as if he didn't know, and said, "That's good, you should be able to find it soon. You go back, keep an eye on the cabinet, and don't let them pass messy bills. Alfred came back and saw It's going to burn."

Marshal Stone hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Xiu, you don't look good."

Not only does he look bad, he doesn't sound too good either.At first glance, it seemed that his sanity was still there, and he was still ordering soberly, but he was almost paranoid and blind, completely ignoring the possibility of bad things.

This is not a good sign, because it means that if the results are different from what he stubbornly believes, he is likely to be completely broken.

This made Marshal Stone faintly worried, and he said tactfully: "You have to think more about the crown prince."

"Of course." Xiu said with a normal expression.

Marshal Stone left.

The owner of the Holy White Pagoda did not give orders, and no servant dared to disturb him. In the huge living room, only Xiu was stuck alone in a pile of soft fabrics.

He sat there quietly, like a delicate portrait, until—

Xiu took a light breath, touched his abdomen between a pile of blankets and pillows, and caressed the bulging curve there.

That place started to move again.

Xiu caressed his lower abdomen, obviously doing such gentle movements, but there was a trace of madness in his eyes, and when the fetal movement stopped, he took out his palm phone.

"Good morning, Alfred," he wrote. "It's moving again, probably feeling like it's about to be removed. It's too late now, it's hurting me to have surgery, Dietes said , but I don't care. If you don't come back, I don't care about anything."

Xiu usually doesn't speak like this, but maybe because he knows that the recipient won't reply, the messages he sends are getting more straightforward every day, it seems that only this secret channel can vent the paranoid madness he tries to hide every day.

After saying these words, Xiu raised his hand and slammed the handheld out forcefully, letting the delicate little machine hit the wall with a "bang" and then roll across the ground.

"Didn't you say you'd come back and marry me..." Xiu murmured, looking around in a daze.

In the empty reception room of the Holy White Tower, no one answered him.

That night, Xiu slept very restlessly.

I don't know if it was because of his actions during the day, the child was very restless, Xiu didn't have the patience to comfort him, but just tossed and turned in pain, trying to find a more relaxed position to fall asleep.

After all, tomorrow he still has to listen to the latest news and make decisions, so he has to rest.

But the child just didn't let him go today, and every time he was about to fall asleep, there would be another movement to wake him up.

Xiu sat up irritably, rolled up his sleeves to check the time, it was already early morning.

He was about to fall asleep again when the virtual bell beside his bed rang softly and lowly - if he wasn't awake, he might not have heard it at all.

Even such a low reminder sound was very unusual. In such an early morning, it was impossible for the servants to disturb him unless something serious happened.

Xiu's heart beat uncontrollably, so fast that he was almost nauseated and frightened, he collected himself, put his hand into the bell and waved it.

"what's up?"

"Your Excellency, High Priest, I'm very sorry, but the phone you left in the living room on the second floor keeps ringing..."

"Bring it up."

The handheld that was thrown out by Xiu during the day quickly returned to his hands.

Xiu pulled out the virtual screen without hesitation, no matter good or bad, he was never the one to escape, even if it was the worst news, he would just leave with Alfred——

The virtual screen turned on, and the news filled his screen like a blowout.

"Don't do surgery!"

"I know I didn't come back on time, brother give me another chance!"

"On the way back!"

"Don't do something stupid."

"Brother, don't scare me."

"If you don't want it, then you don't want it, the operation will be done after I go back!"

"Stay safe, please. I'll be home soon, wait for me."

The interval between these messages just sent is extremely short, and it can be seen how urgently the sender sent these texts.

As if in a dream, Xiu pinched himself hard, confirmed the pain, and then dialed back the video call with trembling hands.

To his surprise, the video connection was successfully connected, but he was rejected.

Connectivity means that the other party's environment can already videoconference with him, unlike when he is abroad, he cannot connect at all.This also confirmed what Alfred said, that they would indeed be home soon.

But he refused to accept Xiu's video call.

Soon, another new message came in.

"A bit busy, business. Are you okay?"

Mr. Xiu felt that something was wrong, so he called back a normal voice communication again.

This time, Alfred picked up.

"elder brother."

When the familiar voice sounded, Xiu's eyes felt hot, and he clenched the small machine in his hands. His heart finally fell to the ground, exhaustion poured into his limbs, and he seemed to be suddenly drained of strength. Same, limp on the bed.

"Brother, are you okay?" Alfred asked eagerly, his voice was panting, as if he was too excited.

"Not good." Xiu said, "What happened to you?"

"The communication equipment is damaged, just repaired." Alfred said, "Nothing serious happened, we won the battle, and we have already rushed back at full speed, and we will arrive soon...It's okay, brother, don't worry."

Xiudao: "Tell the truth."

The other side was silent for two seconds, and admitted: "I suffered a little injury, but it's nothing serious. Brother, I have to hang up. We just restored the communication channel, and the cabinet is frantically sending us communication requests... you go to sleep first, Okay? I'll call you when you wake up."

"Okay." Xiu said compromised.As long as Alfred comes back alive, he can compromise on anything. "Okay. Come back soon."

"As soon as possible, I promise!"

Communication hangs up.

Alfred threw the simple communication device to the nurse. The skin and flesh of one of his legs was cut open, exposing the bones. A military doctor holding surgical instruments was waiting.

"Go on," he said. "Whatever method you use, I must look intact by the time you reach the main planet."