mech warriors have no love

Cesare was not afraid of anything.

I'm a little afraid of seeing blood, so I just close my eyes and don't look at it.

But being afraid of seeing Lancelot is not something you can do with your eyes closed.

The hot flashes of the estrus period had passed, and his mind was cleared up. Looking at Lancelot who was smiling gently in front of him, he hugged his hands expressionlessly.

Intuition told him that although Lancelot smiled the same as usual, the meaning was very different.

For example, this smile can be summed up as malicious.

Goosebumps came out from his laughter.

Lancelot reached out his hand to touch his wet hair, glanced at the cold pool, and made another note in his heart. Although he was still smiling, his eyes were even more terrifying: "Why are you running, you haven't said anything yet?" say clearly."

César thought, he did know.

He stepped back and looked at Lancelot vigilantly. Before he could speak, Lancelot suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted him out of the pool.There are no distinct seasons on this planet, and the temperature is not too cold. César's body is still hot, and he didn't feel too cold when he came out of the pool, but his clothes were wet and sticking to his body, which made Lancelot even more angry. , took off his coat and wrapped him up, hugging him face to face.

César trembled: "You..."

Lancelot turned cold and slapped him on the buttocks: "You didn't learn well at a young age! Who taught you to jump on the starship? Falling from such a high place, broken arms and legs, won't it hurt you to death? Getting into such a place A cold pool, is it good to be sick?"

César was a little dazed by his harsh lesson, and stared at him blankly with misty eyes.

Still confused in his mind: "Micah, did he find out, or didn't he?"

Micah was also a little confused: "I don't know, but I think he's right."

César: "..."

"The knife is for your self-defense! It's not for self-mutilation! You know me when you drop the knife neatly..." Lancelot paused, then slapped him again, his voice suddenly softened, with César sighed in bewilderment, "Do you know, I feel so distressed."

Cesar shuddered slightly.

The heat of estrus is slowly fading, the body has just felt the chill, and is wrapped tightly again, Lancelot's body temperature seems to be clearly felt through the clothes, which brings reassuring warmth .

Lancelot walked quietly through the woods with him in his arms. César looked dimly, only to realize that he seemed to have been struggling for a day. The bright moonlight shot from the gaps in the woods to the ground, and patches of light scattered on the ground layer by layer. The dead branches and fallen leaves reflected the cold silver color, and there were only the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind, the slight creaking sound of stepping on the ground-and the beating of Lancelot's heart.

It seems that at this moment, all the ugly and terrible things are far away.

César closed his eyes, leaned into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Lancelot, you know..."

You knew already.

Lancelot reached out and stroked his back gently, interrupting his words: "I know that our Second Lieutenant César loves to die. He has a bad temper and can't get close when he is angry. If we don't teach him a lesson, we will suffer a lot sooner or later."

César: "You..."

Lancelot: "Ancestor, I'm going to be so mad at you, it's fine if you don't kiss me to calm down, and talk back?"

César's lips moved, but he remained silent, looking at him quietly.

Lancelot didn't look at him, his outline was clear and deep, his jaw line was tight, and his smoke-grey pupils were slightly gentle under the moonlight. It could be seen that he was really angry, but he was unwilling to be more angry. .

The Alliance Marshal usually looks dishonest, but he is more reliable than anyone else at critical moments.

Lancelot walked slowly to the end of the woods, where the starship was waiting for the two of them, César held his breath subconsciously, and did not dare to take a breath until he got on the starship.Lancelot rubbed him who was wet: "Go and change clothes."

César looked up at him: "Is there nothing you want to ask me?"

"I want to ask you? Too much." Lancelot glared at him, "Stop talking nonsense."

César returned to the cabin in a daze, took a bath obediently and changed his clothes, with complicated emotions: "Micah, why is his attitude like this?"

Micah's whole fur ball was wet, so he shook off the water on his body, lay on his shoulder for a while, and answered reluctantly: "I can't bear it."

César didn't quite understand what he was reluctant to do, and slowly wiped his hair: "Has the estrus period passed?"

"Well, it's over this time." Micah turned over and lay on his shoulders, "It's a good thing you only have half the blood of the beast race, otherwise everything would be over the moment Lancelot took you to this planet .”

"How did he find it?"

Micah: "After being blocked by me, his broken mecha couldn't scan us, and he probably looked for you everywhere for a day and a night."

César stopped talking, took a light breath, pushed open the hatch and walked out.

As soon as he went out, he froze.

It was as if some kind of magic had been applied to the empty starship just now. The bright light lines dimmed, and the almost transparent hull was illuminated by the starlight. There was actually a small cake in the middle of the starlight gathering.

Lancelot leaned outside his cabin door, folded his hands and tilted his head to look at him: "I almost missed the time."

César felt that he might have been sick after soaking in the pool for a long time, his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

"There are the presents they gave you." Lancelot nodded, "After knowing that you don't want to celebrate your birthday in the base, they gave me the presents they prepared in advance. Flower Sea has a surprise for you, but you seem to be a bit allergic to hay fever, let’s make do on the starship.”

César walked over and took a look at a modified energy gun on the table.

"Sent by Harry, he is very skilled in improving weapons." Lancelot walked behind him, his voice could not hear any anger, "Fix many existing defects of the Alliance energy gun, put away self-defense, don't give yourself One shot."

There were presents from the guards on the table. Lancelot pointed to them one by one, and finally paused before laughing: "I heard that some noble children on Planet Delan will hold a grand celebration for their birthdays." Invite a bunch of celebrities to the banquet, it’s very grand, if our little prince feels aggrieved, it’s okay to live in space for a while. There are so many stars around you to celebrate, it’s not bad for those few celebrities and not celebrities.”

After a pause, his voice softened, "Happy birthday, little César, congratulations on becoming an adult."

César looked at the gift in front of him in a daze. After a long while, he could only say dryly, "Thank you."

"My gift is." Lancelot lowered his head and approached him softly, "This starship."

You can leave with this starship, or go back to Star Ruth together.

Although Lancelot is a bit stinky and shameless, he has never broken his promise. If César chooses to be free, he will give it.

César vaguely understood what he meant, looked back at him for a while, as if he had just met the Union Marshal, then turned back again, blew out the candle, cut a piece of cake and stuffed it into his hand.

How shrewd Lancelot is, he immediately guessed the answer, relaxed his tense body, and smiled: "You still coax me? I made the cake with my own hands. Coax me with what I gave you, so perfunctory? "

César said coldly: "If you don't eat, then put it down."

Lancelot took a few bites of the cake, sat quietly beside him, watched César sip and cherish the cake, and poked Lucy quietly: "My little César looks so cute when he eats. .”

Lucy:"……"

Although the Union Marshal really looked like a pervert, but since César was an adult, it couldn't find a reason to teach him a lesson and stop his perversion.

The witty mecha decisively changed the subject: "Lord Lancelot, the blood test of Lord Cizer has been released, don't you really want to see it?"

"What's so interesting." Lancelot looked at César with his chin resting on his face, with an expression of indifference, "It is enough that he is César, the rest is none of my business."

Lucy said: "As the marshal of the alliance, it is very irresponsible for you to speak like this. If you let the council know..."

Lancelot turned his head to look at it, and there was no smile in his eyes: "If I'm not wrong, some people in the council should know. I haven't figured out a lot of things, and I'll settle accounts with them when I figure it out."

Lucy: "I thought you hated orcs very much."

"It varies from person to person. I hate people like Eugene." Lancelot said, glanced at Cesar, and reached out to wipe off the cream on his lips. In the latter's cold eyes , stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it calmly, squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's so sweet."

The tips of César's ears were already red, and he forced himself to maintain a cold expression, listening to Micah whispering in his ear: "Human beings are so strange, they both know it, but they still don't speak out. César, you Do you really believe in Lancelot, are you willing to go back to Star Ruth with him? I don’t think you should have come back with him just now, in case Lancelot is a smiling tiger, when you go back, he will lock you up and shut you down. Tortured in one way or another in the confinement room..."

César interrupted him: "Micah."

There are gifts from other people on the table. It can be seen that everyone has carefully selected and prepared them. The rest of the guards are not like César, who is a soy saucer. They have many things to do besides training every day. It must have taken a lot of effort to choose a gift.

And Lancelot who was watching him from the side.

His eyes are gentle and inclusive.

César said: "I am also reluctant."

Micah suddenly fell silent, and after a while he muttered: "This is your decision, don't blame me if you get cheated, hey, I'll finish the job if you get cheated, it's really hard to raise a child..."

Cesare listened to it nagging, and swallowed the last bite of cake.

It's not very delicious. Although the young master Cesare had a few difficult years, he was raised according to the standard aristocratic life since he was a child. Except for Molly's burnt cake, he hasn't eaten yet. Such a terrible cake.

It's a pity that the protests from the discerning taste buds were all ignored by the owner.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Lancelot leaned back and said with a smile, "Are you full? Then start to settle the score, whether you stab yourself and jump off the starship, or run around and sink into the cold pool first." Let’s start with the bottom line and choose by yourself.”

César was caught off guard and dragged to settle the old score, and was so stared at that his hairs stood on end.

Lancelot still looked at him with a slight smile, but his eyes were not very kind.

After pondering for a few seconds, César stood up, reached out and grabbed Lancelot's collar, and when Lancelot thought he was going to do something again, he lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek unexpectedly.

With the milky kiss, Lancelot's heart softened.

César looked up at him: "Is it still settled?"

Lancelot looked at César calmly, and said sternly: "You want to send me away with just one kiss? Am I such an easy person to dismiss? All your behaviors are vile and ignorant..."

Cesare kissed him on the cheek again.

Lancelot: "..."

Lucy couldn't understand Lancelot's psychology, so he sneered.

If one kiss is not enough, two kisses will be defeated.

Marshal, you are really promising.