【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

The next morning, Reoenthal woke up at Mittermeier's house—not the apartment next to his office where he had been, but his own home.

So when he opened his eyes, he didn't realize what it was: it was a room with simple layout, off-white walls and dark oak wood, and a large balcony with floor-to-ceiling windows. There are some old blue thick cloth curtains, and the furnishings are very simple and plain.

Sunlight is streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

And he himself was lying on a bed that was so soft that it was a little sunken, with several very thick pillows stuffed behind his head, and his body was covered with a thick, flesh-pink duvet.

The color of this quilt made Luo Yantar think that he was actually abandoned by his colleagues yesterday, and was picked up from the street by a kind little girl who went out for a night outing, and put him on her bed.

So he turned his head to look for that "little girl", only to find the back of her head with a very familiar color and shape beside her.

That is to say, it was indeed Mittermeier who took care of her yesterday, so...

Then, suddenly, Reoenthal didn't want to think about these things anymore.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that she was meaningless.She does herself no good or affection, but torments, worries, and wears herself down.And my previous pursuits and obsessions are also meaningless, because in the end, as long as I am by my side, it is just a false name.

I didn't deserve to be treated like this by the other party.

But I was so greedy and stupid that I wanted to use means to make the other party lean closer to me, completely forgetting that this is the closest to the perfect ending.

He realized that he had done too much wrong.At the same time, he also realized that he really should be satisfied with what he has now.

So be it.Let time stand still.He thought so in his heart.

But of course this is impossible.

Probably because he sensed Raoyan Thar woke up, Mittermeier also moved soon, and then the sound of breathing became more and more obvious.After a few more seconds, he turned over and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open as if in a bad mood, looking very awake.

He doesn't speak.

Reoenthal has no certainty in his mind, and Mittermeier has been very unfriendly to him recently.Although the situation this morning showed that the other party should no longer intend to continue the quarrel, it is still necessary for him to remain vigilant and silent.

So the silence lasted for a while.But then Mittermeier put an end to it—just as he had rolled over, he rolled over again, so that he was lying on his side facing Rauenthal, and very close.

Reuenthal felt his bent knee touch his leg.Even though there were two layers of uniform pants that hadn't been taken off, it still gave him the illusion of being hot.

He looked at him, not understanding what he wanted to do, but then Mittermeier spoke, and what he said surprised Reuenthal extremely.

"How many women have you had?" he asked him.

This is the first time that Mittermeier has really taken the initiative to talk to him clearly about this matter in so many years of acquaintance—under normal circumstances, men will mention these things, even if they don’t mention them to a very specific degree. The situation of a good friend is well known.

But there was never any relationship between Mittermeier and him, even if it was involved, it was only a word.

So if you think about it carefully, this is actually a bit abnormal, but of course it is even more abnormal to ask this when you wake up in the same bed early in the morning like now.

But Roenthal didn't mind, in fact, no matter what Mittermeier asked, he would tell him the truth without any concealment.

But he still hesitated.There is no other reason, mainly because this question is too sharp.

He frowned and thought for a while before replying: "If there is no limit on the length of time between visits, as long as there is a relationship... maybe more than 100 people?"

Mittermeier felt like he couldn't breathe.He suddenly wanted to ask the other party "Are you still in good health?" At the same time, he also felt that his worries last night were really ridiculous: it is impossible for a man who has experienced a love history with more than a hundred people to suddenly find that his IQ has regressed and fell into a fearless and pure love.

...well, not necessarily.

"Then," Mittermeier pondered over the words, "Do you like it?"

Luo Yantar thought for a while, and the time spent was obviously shorter than the previous time: "...It's all okay. If you hate it when you see it, why should you develop a relationship with them?"

"That is to say, they are about the same?"

"Correct."

"Did you really not pay any particular attention to which one of them?" Mittermeier scratched the tip of his nose, his eyes wandering.

"No. Probably." Reoenthal said while pulling the quilt up a little to cover his nose.

Then the room was quiet for a while, and for a while, only the even and peaceful breathing of the two could be heard.But soon, Reoenthal made a move: he also turned around, so that he faced Mittermeier.

"Why are you curious about this?" he asked in a low voice, breath blowing into his face.And Mittermeier didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate at all—what happened in the taxi yesterday completely destroyed his subconscious sense of boundaries for Rowental to some extent.

"Just curious."

Rosenthal raised his eyebrows.

"Could it be that you have never planned... to try to love someone?" Mittermeier continued to ask.

Then something unexpected happened.

This extremely bloody and vulgar question made the joking expression on Reyantal's face disappear instantly.For a few seconds he even looked stiff and tense.Mittermeier was immediately infected by his emotions—he couldn't help but panic, and if the other party really dared to give him an extremely dramatic "Yes, that's the Miss Clausey I hid at home." If he answered something like ", he would suddenly be furious and grab the pillow to suffocate him to death.

But Reuenthal didn't answer.

He just looked away, and slowly said something like a sigh: "This world is not worth trusting."

Then he paused again, before finally saying, "But..."

Two loud bangs suddenly sounded in his ears, and for a moment Reuenthal even thought that someone had fired two shots from a rifle on the balcony, but Mittermeier had no doubt what it was: he looked like Jumped up as if being shocked by electricity, pulled off the coat that was put aside, put it on, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and rushed to the balcony.

Then Luo Yantar heard him yelling outside: "Ai Fang! Damn! There are guests here, are you going to scare him to death! And today is Wednesday, why don't you go to class!"

So he also silently pulled a coat from the chair on the side, put it on, and walked to the balcony to check the situation.In this way, he discovered that it was two snowballs that caused the loud noise just now—someone smashed them on the window, and a young girl in a long down jacket, a woolen hat and earmuffs was standing downstairs, She threw her head back and smiled in their direction, her pale blond hair peeking out from between her hat and collar.

And when she saw Mittermeier, she instantly regained her spirits, and yelled back at him with almost the same volume as him: "Today is Thursday, there is no class in the morning, why should I go! Also! Damn it! It's already 9 o'clock now Why don't you go to work! Aren't you the only one working to earn money in this family!"

Mittermeier took a deep breath to fight back, but honestly he couldn't think of any words.

Ai Fang knew from his expression that she had won the game.Then she danced and danced around like an Indian warrior celebrating a victory, and then ran up and down and disappeared under the eaves below.

Currently, there are 3 most valuable single women in the center of imperial power.

Bearing the brunt of course is the emperor's sister, Anne Roger.This one doesn't need to be said at all, just her own beauty and matching brother-in-law are already considered unparalleled in the world.

The next in line should be the heir of the Marquis Mariendorf, Miss Hilgel von Mariendorf, the secretary who is extremely trusted by the emperor.Her own power and status may not be prominent, but the Marquis of Marindorf is one of the most important courtiers of the emperor, and her own influence on the emperor is also very direct.Coupled with her own qualifications and future potential, she is undoubtedly a good choice for the unmarried rich and powerful - as for the difficulty of chasing her, it can be said separately.

Next, there is this Alfonseline Mittermeier.

As the younger sister of the current commander-in-chief of the fleet—even though she is an adopted sister, she is actually exactly the same as her own—there are too many young talents who can't wait to join hands with her for a lifetime even if they have never met her.

However, Mittermeier has never let her enter the social world, the reason is that "the younger sister is still studying and does not want to affect her studies", but everyone understands that this is actually just the family's love for their daughter and brother's love for their sister, and they don't want her to step into Vanity Fair.

Now time flies, and this girl is almost ready to prepare her master's dissertation according to the year, but the whole world is still waiting for her.

Rosenthal hadn't seen her either.

Of course, he had heard Mittermeier mention this sister more than once, but since she had been living with her parents in her hometown, she had no chance to meet her.When she came to Odin because of her studies, and Mittermeier finally made up her mind to buy a house and take over her parents and sister, Luo Yantar and he were busy like never before, and they didn't care about these things any more. details.

But Rosenthal never forgot her existence.

It's hard to say what kind of mentality it was, he straightened his hair very quickly, barely pulled out the wrinkled shirt that had been sleeping all night, put down the woolen coat that looked like a grandfather who didn't know who it was, and quickly retrieved his uniform— — Just when he had just completed this series of actions, Ai Fangselin had already rushed up.

She opened the door without knocking and ran into the room.

Moreover, she doesn't recognize strangers at all, her attitude is unrestrained and unrestrained, as if she has known Luo Yantar for many years.

"Morning Wolfe, morning Oscar. You smell really good. The bathrooms are all empty now, you can use them as you please. If you need anything extra, you can contact my work email. Mom and Dad are making breakfast downstairs , I believe that dinner will be served in a short time, so you have to be as fast as possible-if the things get cold because of you procrastinating, then I promise to stuff them directly into your pockets and let you take them to work."

Then she took Mittermeier's hand and gave him something, then turned around again and ran away.

Mittermeier was stunned, staring blankly at the things in his hand.

After a while, he finally turned around and gave Reyantal something in one of his hands.

"I think we should both have a share."

He rarely rolled his eyes.

Reoenthal discovered that it was a snowball, and Mittermeier had another one left.

What followed was perhaps the most ethically normal and family-friendly morning of Reoenthal's life so far.

Although deep inside he felt uncomfortable, he still forced himself to stay, met Mittermeier's family in a real sense, and got to know each other.

The old Mittermeier and his wife were warm and friendly people. They knew very well how friendly their son was with this young man, so they treated him very well.

And the most common way for parents to express their concern is nothing more than to give food, so today Luoyan Taer is also fuller than ever.

Ai Fang was closer to them in age, so she took on the responsibility of chatting with them all the time.And she really knows a lot of chores—probably every girl who dawdles in college can learn such stunts, and in the end, Reuenthal had to marvel at her intelligence, transparency, and sense of humor.

But of course Mittermeier has the habit of tearing down her younger sister: "She talks nonsense all day long. Never trust her."

But Roenthal can fully feel how much he likes this sister, and can also understand how bright the place Mittermeier lives in.

On this day until they parted, Mittermeier didn't test Reoenthal any more.

Now he has figured it out, many times there is no perfect solution in the world, if he wants to keep something, it is not surprising that he loses something else at the same time.

So even though he couldn't be sure whether Roenthal loved the evil star hiding in his home, he still made a decision.And now the situation is very critical, so no matter how much the cost is, he doesn't intend to change his mind.

The next thing to do is to act.

For almost the whole morning, Mittermeier sat in his office planning this matter, even when Baierlan came to ask him to have lunch, he refused.

He had too much on his mind, no doubt taking up room in his stomach.

Bayerlan didn't like to see such a worried, seemingly calm but actually extremely stressful expression on his chief's face.But there was nothing he could do.

"Then...alright." The young man spread his hands and planned to leave the chief's office.

But then he remembered: "Yes, sir."

Mittermeier looked up at him.

"There was an email directly from His Majesty's office in the morning. Amsdorf put it in the corner of the desk. I'm not sure if he mentioned it to you..."

Suddenly, Mittermeier had a premonition.So he immediately searched for the location Bayerlan said, found the small envelope sign and opened it.

Then, a dull expression occupied Mittermeier's face, and the extreme shock froze him on his seat.

Bayerlan first looked at Mittermeier inexplicably.

Then, very quickly, he realized that the officer must have seen some very unexpected and terrifying orders or notices, which made him nervous all of a sudden: Mittermeier is extremely upright, but often the upright people are the hardest. protect yourself if...

But just before the young general was about to rely on his galloping imagination to make up a critical documentary literature of more than 20 words in a gloomy and angry style, accusing the dark and unfair world, and crying for the hero's short-breathed fate, Mitter Mai Ya let out a hysterical growl——he stood up all at once, the rapid ups and downs of his emotions made him gasp, he couldn't control himself by grabbing his hair and forehead, covering his nose and mouth, and striding forward The office turned in circles.

Bayerlan felt that the whites of his eyes were red.

"God bless……"

Mittermeier was really on the verge of crying.

He never imagined that he could have such an extremely fluke, miraculous good luck—or maybe it was the luck of Rosenthal.

In this email, the emperor told him that he had decided to hand over the task of investigating the remnants of the old nobles of the previous dynasty to his respected comrade-in-arms. Reichsmarshal, Wolfgang Mittermeier.