mech warriors have no love

It had been a long time since she had heard César call her mother, and before Ellie had time to be happy, she was choked up by the words behind her.

This well-known beauty in the alliance raised her eyebrows, and immediately fed the dog with her gentle temperament.

She slapped the tree trunk beside her with a slap, and her voice suddenly rose: "What do those bastards in the council want to do to you again!"

César explained: "It's not..."

Ellie's white and slender hand patted the poor tree fiercely: "Isn't it enough to be exiled for a whole year! Don't these old dogs know how they feel when they can't see their lovely children!"

César: "No..."

Ellie was furious, and slapped her again: "My old lady went to blow up the parliament building today!"

Click it.

The weak and innocent tree was broken in half.

The nearby cleaning robots took it for granted and came forward to deal with it skillfully.

César: "..."

Ellie was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, retracted that harmless-looking thin hand as if no one else was there, and nervously brushed the broken hair on her forehead: "Did it scare you?"

A smile flashed in César's eyes: "No, you look cute when you get angry."

Ellie's face was slightly red, pretending nothing had happened, she led Cesare across the courtyard in a hurry, and entered Leslie's house, which was as tall as an ancient castle.

Unable to see the tree that died on the spot, Ellie returned to her gentle appearance, and brought a glass of homemade love juice to César.

César took a sip, dizzy from the sweetness.

He is not addicted to sweets, but the first time he met Ellie when he was a child, he pretended to happily eat the sweet pastry she brought. Get a little sweeter, a little sweeter.

He didn't hate this feeling, so he didn't explain it to her.

After drinking half of it and sincerely expressing that he likes it very much, César explained: "It was proposed by the Marshal to the parliament."

Ellie's hand paused for a moment, and she smiled: "It turned out to be Lancelot, that's good."

Ellie's trust in Lancelot made César a little puzzled, but he didn't intend to delve into this issue.Ellie also changed the subject tacitly: "Leave at night... Maybe you won't see your father."

César avoided talking: "How are the flowers in the back garden?"

Ellie hesitated to speak, but in the end she didn't say anything, and took Cesare to the backyard.

Cesare was still young when Ellie married.

At the beginning, Lambert did not allow her to get close to César, but after seeing that the two got along well, after several years of monitoring, he let her take César with him.

This house is where Cesar grew up, and the flowers and trees in the back garden were planted by him and Ellie.

"Sure enough..." César glanced at the corner where a few potted plants were missing, showing a clear look, "You raised those flowers to death."

Allie said: "You spoiled it too much, I can't do it if I water it more..." Looking at César, she smiled again, "I told Lambert that you took care of these, he will take care of them a little bit." I don't believe it."

César accompanied Ellie weeding and watering the flowers in the garden until noon, and after eating together, Ellie pulled him back to the house, reading stories to lull him to sleep like she did when she was a child.

However, César really ate this set and fell asleep without knowing it.

Nightmare repeated, this time César dreamed of the far-off land of exile - that is the place with the worst conditions in the alliance, no intelligence, no robots, not even a signal.

There is only one port on the entire planet, and the starship goes back and forth every few months, almost a primitive society.

Resources are scarce, and it is cold all year round. Every day, people die of illness, freezing to death and starving to death.

The people who are exiled there will wear uniforms and become patrol soldiers-in fact, they are corpse movers.

Although it's not treated like a prisoner, it's hard to be anything on a planet that will fall [-]% of the time once a war breaks out.

The good news is that the planet has no land or resources, even if it falls, the enemy will not take a second look.

Even star thieves passing by, as long as they are not extremely vicious, will not be interested in planets with such defense measures close to zero, wasting artillery fire.

Those who came down to take a look out of curiosity, turned around and could only give the middle finger to this poor and poor place.

Those who were sent there were all kinds of criminals, murderers, robbers, economic criminals... It was a place that didn't care about status at all, and it was common for newcomers who had just arrived to be beaten to death.

César was besieged by a group of people when he first arrived.

The pick-up guards didn't care, and went to the warehouse of the starship port to steal a bottle of wine.

When I came out, I saw the group of vicious creatures crying and howling, kneeling at César's feet and calling him Dad.

... That broken place is actually not as bad as the rumors say.

César thought vaguely, at least he didn't have to live so cautiously.

A gust of wind poured through the window.

César woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes vigilantly, and turned to look at the person who sat on the bed at some point.

"...In this way, Thumbelina and the prince lived happily together."

Lancelot suppressed his voice, his deep voice was naturally affectionate, like a pianist speaking love words with the sound of the piano, and read the last line slowly.

Then he smiled and said: "It seems that I have to bring a few fairy tale books, otherwise I won't be able to lull you to sleep in the future."

He raised the book in his hand again: "Second Lieutenant Cizer, how old are you? You actually have to listen to stories to fall asleep? Huh?"

Cesare closed his eyes.

The next moment, he jumped up, swiftly and swiftly like a ferocious cheetah, lifted the thin blanket covering Lancelot, lifted him up neatly, and threw him out the window without hesitation.

Before the action of throwing people back, there was a knock on the door.

Ellie knocked a few times but didn't respond, she poked her head in: "Cesar? I seem to hear something?"

César had already withdrawn his murderous actions, looked down at his snow-white little rabbit pajamas, and said lightly: "I don't know where a big bird flew in, and I threw it out."

it's getting dark.

He had slept for so long without even noticing Lancelot's arrival.

"Lancelot is already here. I told you that you were sleeping, so he went for a walk in the back garden and waited for you. What a good boy." After Ellie finished speaking, she looked at César with an intoxicated look.

Calculated by the average age of the Alliance people, César is still a teenager no matter his appearance or age. His face is always cold. Wearing this pajamas shaped like a rabbit, he has obedient black hair, soft red lips, and... …and two rabbit ears.

There is no sense of disobedience.

"It's so cute! Cesare, do you like it? I sewed it myself!"

César was silent for a few seconds: "...I like it very much, thank you."

After coaxing Ellie to push her out, César closed the window and changed her clothes, thinking about how to kill people and silence them cleanly.

As a result, when he got downstairs, he saw the big bird that he threw out of the window.

Lancelot sat leisurely on the sofa in the living room, with a neatly folded quilt beside him.

César had a bad feeling.

"Are you awake?" Lancelot smiled gentlemanly at Ellie, stood up and held the stack of quilts in both hands, "Just now I went around the backyard and saw this. Is it yours, César?"

César looked expressionlessly at the little florals on the pink quilt.

It felt like every petal of the petals turned into Lancelot's hateful smiling face at him hahaha.

In fact, Lord Marshal had a hard time holding back his laughter, but he couldn't laugh out loud.

However, the appearance of laughing or not smiling like this is even worse.

He shouldn't have shown mercy just now.

César thought blankly.

The pay for murdering a Union Marshal seems high, maybe try it.

"I like listening to stories and wearing bunny pajamas..." Lancelot walked up to him with a soft voice and a smile in his eyes, "You still like this style of quilt?"

Cesare stared at him coldly.

Lancelot whistled playfully.

It was almost an invitation to César to punch him in the face.

César had torn between murdering the chief and being violent in front of Ellie—although he had no doubt that if he wanted to kill, Ellie would do nothing but help bury the body.

Half a second later, this extremely absurd idea disappeared, César's eyes were still unfriendly, but he raised his hand to Lancelot who was out of shape and gave a meticulous military salute.

"Sir, we should go."

Lancelot's personal guards are on Ruth.

And the army on Teresa -- according to the wishes of the members of the parliament, they are stationed in place and cannot be taken away.

Lancelot thought he could finally get rid of the eyeliner of the parliament.

The members of the parliament thought that they finally got their own people back.

Both parties were satisfied when an agreement was reached.

So when the Marshal of the Alliance returned to Star Ruth where he was stationed, he didn't make any appearances. He only brought César, a well-rounded commander, with him.

If the news is accidentally leaked... no one will come forward to die.

A year ago, the scene where Lancelot fought hundreds of mechas alone, seized half of the control and caused chaos on the other side, and finally turned the tide and fought back. thought.

Before leaving, the representatives of the parliamentarians came to see him off, and said implicitly to Lancelot, "Although I am very reluctant to part with you, but you have to get out, thank you", lest this shameless bastard stay for a few more days.

Lancelot didn't bother to argue with them anymore, and took Cesare away directly.

The two boarded the mecha and flew to the distant sky, and soon turned into a black spot until they disappeared from sight.

The congressmen, who are usually jealous when they meet each other, burst into tears, hugged each other uncontrollably, and burst into cheers.

The alternative sword of Damocles called "Lancelot" is finally removed, and it's time for history.

Lancelot clicked his tongue and turned off the picture on the monitoring light screen.

César stood by the side holding the thing Alice gave him before leaving, and blinked without seeing Lambert in the crowd.

It was rare for Lancelot not to taunt the parliament, and turned his head to look at the furry animal doll in César's arms strangely.

Pointy ears, a bit like cat ears, but not quite cat-like... What breed?

César didn't feel that there was anything wrong with holding this kind of doll that only little girls like, and his face was cold, with "Don't touch me."

The culprit who sneaked into someone's room and buried him pretended to be dead and kept silent.

After Lucy flew away from Delan Star, he quickly entered the established orbit and started the first leap, announcing the beginning of their journey.

In the future, the two can only face the vast universe, or face each other.

Lancelot looked at César's face that seemed to have lost all emotions and desires. With a flash of inspiration, he snapped his fingers, and Shi Shi suddenly said, "It should be updated... Lucy, which episode did I watch last time?"

The loyal Jijia was silent for a few seconds, and responded with a difficult tone: "Episode 370. Do you want to continue watching?"

César's gaze quietly drifted to the light screen in front of Lancelot.

what?

Lancelot stepped aside graciously, César blinked, and saw a soft-looking man appear on the light screen, his limbs were stretched wide and tied to the bed, his face was humiliated, and he was talking about something.

Lancelot sweetly turned up the volume.

"Even if you possess my body, my soul will not burn for you!"

"..."

César's body shook, and he involuntarily hugged the doll in his arms.

The camera shifted, and the man standing by the bed looked cold: "You still don't seem to understand that you are not a noble duke anymore. Listen clearly, I didn't save you to get you, but to keep you in captivity. You are only worthy of being my sex. slave……"

César: "Closed."

The author has something to say: Marshal's greatest interest (bad taste), watching dog blood soap operas, and giving Amway to other people (.