mech warriors have no love

César sat on the lap of the Marshal of the Alliance, listening to his arrogant bragging, thinking of the thousands of mechs outside and the space technology displayed by Eugene, it was very embarrassing and did not refute.

However, he understood that Lancelot would not abandon Ruth City, he thought for a while, followed Lancelot's example, and reached out to pat his head to encourage him.

Lancelot froze for a moment, then smiled lowly: "You really..."

The two seemingly incompatible people in the control cabin continued to chat, César ruled out all the interference from the marshal, and after listening for a while, his mind became clear.

Jude Bourne was taken over by Lancelot, broke out of the alliance, and when he was hiding in Tibet, he got on the line with a group of mysterious people, who provided him with protection and ordered this daring desperado to do things.

This operation has been planned for a long time. While Lancelot was away, they quietly gathered a group of mechs, preparing to take advantage of the base's unpreparedness, and make a lightning move—but it's strange, if the purpose is to bomb the Russ star base, Wouldn't it be best to save Lancelot's life before Lancelot came back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the other party seems to be... intimidating Lancelot.

Who would feel that Lancelot's prestige and status threatened them, wanting to deter this dazzling pillar, but not wanting this pillar to collapse?

César was thoughtful, and when he heard Eugene and Jude Burn talking nonsense, he withdrew his attention, only to realize that he and Lancelot were too close.

He never liked people getting too close to him.

But this place is dark and narrow, they are too close, the breaths and subtle movements are clear, Lancelot's breath surrounds him in every possible way, warm but seductive, like an airtight big sheet The net wrapped him in meticulously and patiently.

Today's universe has no prejudice against same-sex and opposite-sex relationships, but the mainstream is still the opposite sex, especially the Leslie family from which César was born. The old stereotypes are still there, and César has never imagined getting along with the same sex.

Although he knew that Lancelot had confessed himself, his weak brain couldn't find any normal reaction, and he still didn't feel that Lancelot had "bad intentions" towards him. pointing fingers.

So after discovering this subtle atmosphere, César thought for a few seconds expressionlessly, and finally judged that this atmosphere was meaningless, and ignored it with a big heart.

He sat near Lancelot's knees, which was not very comfortable. He rubbed back in dissatisfaction, and bit by bit he fell into the trap, and moved into Lancelot's arms.

I also think that the Alliance Marshal is actually not bad as a quiet human cushion.

With Lucy at the side, Micah didn't dare to speak, so he could only lift his little leg and kick César twice.

Noticing that Lancelot's breathing was not normal, César turned around strangely: "Why do you..."

"Ancestor." When César spoke, the unique aroma of the bright blue juice that he drank before was vaguely sweet, and Lancelot interrupted quickly, almost kneeling at him, "Don't move around. .”

Cesare was stunned for a moment. Something had changed in the comfortable human cushion just now. He stretched out his hand to touch what it was. Lancelot was so frightened that he quickly pressed his hand.

If the light hadn't been so dim, César could have been shocked to find that the Union Marshal, who was so thick-skinned to resist the particle cannon... blushed.

Before Cesar's poorly connected brain could react, Lancelot quickly picked him up, put him aside, obediently crossed his legs to make room, and changed the subject nonchalantly: "David, this trash, why hasn't he Bring someone over."

Lucy didn't answer, and said indifferently: "Lancelot, Lord César is only a few months away from adulthood, you are really a beast."

Lancelot was upset: "Why am I a beast?"

Lucy said: "According to the law of the Union, molesting a minor is punishable by a fine of [-] star coins, and depending on the circumstances, one can be imprisoned for one month to ten years."

"..." Lancelot thought with a smile, and turned around to dismantle the broken mecha.

The darkness easily makes people sleepy, César was dissatisfied with the hard floor, but he didn't act coquettishly, complained quietly, closed his eyes, and as time passed, he entered the half-asleep and half-awake room in a daze. state.

Just now, Eugene wanted to find the genius descendant of the orc race, and if he collected DNA, it flew by like a feather without a sound, and it didn't stir up a ripple in his heart.

Those people are the same as these people.

There are three thousand mechas outside. If they are discovered, they will not be able to escape.

Even though he was in such a precarious situation, César was surprisingly relaxed. The day's sleepiness hit his heart, half asleep and half awake, and fell into a dream.

Pushing away the fog of dream, he slowly opened his sleepy eyes, the white light in front of him was faint, and the beautiful garden gradually became clear, and there was a young and beautiful woman sitting beside the flowers, with tears in her eyes, holding the baby in her arms, gently Humming.

He looked at the woman fixedly, walked over step by step, and sat down meekly beside her, watching her finish humming a gentle nursery rhyme with sobs.

Her green eyes similar to César's were filled with hot tears, she moved her lips, and as if she sighed after a long time, said softly: "What should I do, my little César..."

"Mom didn't have time to watch you grow up."

César knew it was a dream.

He stared at her, and reached out to put his arms around her thin shoulders, but he passed through feebly.He didn't care, and said calmly: "I've grown up."

In a future you can't see.

But he can't travel through time and space to hug her, and the dead can't look at him anymore.

Death is the first thing César understands in this world.

This warm and illusory dream was broken by a shaking.

César, who was not sound asleep, opened his eyes suddenly, vigilantly clutching Micah who was crawling on top of him, and woke up instantly, and found himself leaning on Lancelot's shoulder.

Lancelot leaned against him motionless, the mecha swayed past, and then smiled and said, "Asleep? She's still a child after all."

César pushed him away, held back for a while, and then reluctantly said: "Thank you."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "Your shoulders are numb, so you can just talk about it? Second Lieutenant Cizer, you can't justify not kissing me, right?"

César: "..."

Lancelot: "So stingy? You can't even kiss? Children have been stingy since they were young, and they will be like those members of parliament when they grow up..."

César: "..."

Lancelot babbled, and would babble, when a strong wind came, and the heartless child was ready to beat.

He casually stretched out his hand, trying to block it, to let César calm down, but unexpectedly, the hand came menacingly, hooking his neck, forcefully forcing him to bow his head.

Immediately, his cheek was gently rubbed by something soft and moist.

If you can taste it yourself... it should not only be soft, but also sweet and thorny.

The wise and calm Union Marshal turned into a sculpture on the spot.

César ran away after kissing, took a few steps back, wiped his lips, and asked calmly, "Where is Colonel David?"

Lancelot, who hadn't become a great man for decades, but ran farther and farther on the road of hooliganism, didn't have time to feel that he was being tricked into hooliganism. Seeing his serious expression, he could only restrain his unscrupulous tone: "Just contacted gone."

César shook the woman's gentle shadow out of his mind: "What should I do next? Let David lead someone to outflank it?"

But here is the meteorite circle, there are chaotic rocks everywhere, and the coordinates are unknown.There are many deserted places on the border of the alliance, and no one cares about them, and they can't manage them.

The alliance is a typical example of a large land and few people. It's not that there are not enough people, but that the territory is too large. The empire has existed for thousands of years, and the territory it conquered is too wide. Eyes red, biting the huge piece of fat, reluctant to let go.

In this kind of place, if a large number of mechas come, let alone whether they can kill people, if they hit the rocks, their own positions will be disrupted first.

Lancelot already had a solution. He had just tasted the sweetness and wanted to die with an itchy mouth, but seeing César looking up at him with pure and clear eyes, his dark conscience finally ached. Rui's long eyebrows raised: "Don't worry. I said that they can't go out, so don't even think about flying a mecha out today."

César: "...I'm even more worried."

Although he said so, he began to expect that Lancelot would show some powerful supernatural powers to wipe out this nest of snakes and rats.

Although he doesn't care much about the outside world, after Lancelot's brilliance, even the people of Frontier Star have heard of such a character, and the place is superstitious, and even made a mud marshal to worship in his spare time, and bless the four seasons with peace , good weather.

Before meeting Lancelot, César was looking forward to the Alliance Marshal... Actually, he was quite looking forward to it.

It's a pity that Lancelot is not at all like the legendary hero who turned the tide and saved the alliance from fire and water.

The image promoted by the parliament is very different from Lancelot himself, so after getting along with Lancelot for so long, César has never seen him as the marshal of the alliance.

Lancelot's eyes were poisonous, he guessed what César was thinking, and immediately sneered: "Little guy, I have never been the radiant thing advertised by the alliance... I am not the sun, but I want to go to the sky and shoulder the sun Shoulder to shoulder?"

He flicked César's forehead lightly, and in his confused eyes, he turned and looked at the iron wall in front of him: "Cooperate with me."

The voices of Eugene and Jude Bourne could be heard faintly outside: "...the alliance is fascinated by peace, like a huge herbivore, it looks fierce, but it doesn't pose much threat. Lambert...has been devastated many years ago, As long as Lancelot is killed, the Alliance will not be able to find a successor..."

Before César could figure out what to cooperate with, Lancelot sneered when he heard this, and at some point silently took control of the mecha, opened the iron wall in front of him, and kicked it away.

Eugene and Jude Burn Qiqi trembled in fright. They turned their heads and saw that the person they were secretly discussing how to kill was actually behind them. They were stunned for two seconds, and by the time they realized it, it was already too late.

Lancelot is a gentleman who doesn't fight Cesare, but it doesn't mean that he is also polite with the leader of the Star Bandits. He kicked the door and punched Jude Burne hard in front of him, without any hindrance.

Jude Bourne's eyes went dark, and when he cried out in pain, "Ah", he was already firmly restrained.

Only then did Lancelot open his mouth slowly: "I don't have many advantages to mention, but I still have a lot of life. Unfortunately, I will let you down."

The moment he opened the door, César understood what Lancelot wanted to do. When Lancelot shot, he also rushed up like a cheetah to follow, and locked the orc's throat tightly.

Eugene screamed "Ho Ho", staring wide-eyed at the green-eyed boy who suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he suddenly remembered something, ecstasy burst out of his eyes, and he struggled desperately to speak.

César's eyes darkened, and he worked hard, preparing to wring his neck silently.

Lancelot suddenly turned his head and smiled at him: "Good job."

He was slightly taken aback, and nodded unnaturally at Lancelot, relaxed his strength, and lowered his eyes indifferently.

Leave him alone for now.