mech warriors have no love

César stared at the man in front of him indifferently, one foot stepped back half a step, his body was slightly arched, and his muscles were tense.

— This is the precursor to his attack.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you're still so wary of me?" Merlin still had a gentle and harmless smile, looking at César with surprise in his eyes, "I'm the one who created you."

César's face turned completely cold.

He has already smoothly planned in his mind how to kill this person with one blow, destroy the body and wipe out all traces, and even if he is exposed, what route can he use to escape the fastest.

Just as he was about to carry it out decisively, his shoulders were suddenly held down.

He froze for a moment, and then he was hugged into his arms by someone who came behind him at some time, and held him down firmly.

"Huh? Who is Little Cesare talking to?" Lancelot pressed Cesare's hand without any trace, and raised his head with a smile. "It turned out to be Your Excellency Merlin. You two know each other?"

César glanced at the hand on his shoulder, was silent for a moment, and silently put away his attacking stance.

Lancelot pinched his face encouragingly.

Cesare gave him a cold look.

The interaction between the two was clearly seen by the researcher in the white coat in front of him. César obviously couldn't speak, but he still said gently: "We met many years ago. At that time, Young Master Leslie was still young, so I might not remember it." Cleared."

Opening his eyes brightly, talking nonsense.

César looked at him with an expression that could not distinguish between emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. He used this face to paralyze many people, and said lightly: "I remember."

Merlin wasn't embarrassed either: "It's really rare to meet the young master here."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "Ceizer is my direct subordinate, so it's strange to appear here?"

Merlin smiled without saying a word, looked at Cesare meaningfully, nodded to Lancelot, turned and left.

Only then did César's tense body relax.

Lancelot didn't look at him, and stroked his head soothingly, without asking any further questions, boarded the starship, walked directly to the desk, and started processing the documents as usual.

There are too many secrets in César's body, digging out one will implicate another, he doesn't want to speak, and Lancelot can't do anything about it.

It is impossible to really seduce and seduce, that way you may die faster.

César, on the other hand, was a little apprehensive, and hesitantly took a bath to wash away the fatigue of the day, and asked Micah in a low voice, "Is he angry?"

Saying nothing, as if there was no trust at all.

But there are some things, he really doesn't know how to tell Lancelot, and whether he should tell him.

Fuqiu groaned and said, "Are you worried that he will be angry now? Why aren't you afraid that I will be angry?"

César had no expression on his face: "I wanted to ask you before, why you are so angry with your brain."

Micah raged into a ball and hit César on the face with an astonishing speed. After completing the case, it immediately floated back to César's head, jumping on top of his head in anger: "What's wrong with the brain? The creator Endow me with intelligence and emotions, this is the performance of advanced intelligent creatures!"

César ignored it and walked barefoot to the mirror.The water droplets on his body tremblingly slid down this beautiful body, and when they passed by the hideous scar on his heart, they kissed and comforted him reverently, until they slid to the ground, leaving water stains around his white feet.

He reached out to wipe off the mist on the mirror, and looked at his face in the mirror.When the fur ball on the top of the head met the mirror, it began to scratch its head and pose: "Oh, my little César has really grown up, the longer it grows, the more it looks like..."

Halfway through, its voice faltered, and it hurriedly mumbled: "The longer it is, the better it is."

Cesare smiled at the mirror.

The fur ball was horrified by his laughter, and almost exploded.

César looked at the face inside and said softly, "I look a lot like my mother?"

Micah spoke quickly, regretting so much that he wanted to hit the wall, looked at César's handsome face, and whispered: "Actually, it's not true, you have neutralized the advantages of Lord Lambert and Mrs. Belling. When you were born, Mrs. Belling But I am happy, saying that you are the most beautiful child in the universe."

As it spoke, it couldn't help but think of many years ago, when César was just born.

Lord Lambert, who always had a cold face, carefully took the fragile and soft child, hugged him to the pale lady, and put it against his lover's forehead, his voice could not restrain love and joy: "Beilin, this is our children."

It mimicked a bird, squatting on top of Lambert's head, looking curiously at the little life in Lambert's arms.

Wrinkled, where does it look good?

Just as it was thinking, it suddenly saw the little baby open its eyes. The green eyes were as clear as if they had been lifted from the lightest part of the sky, reflecting all the beauty and ugliness of this world, the stars and the sea, pure and flawless .

The child seemed to have seen it, narrowed his watery eyes, and smiled sweetly at it.

Lambert noticed the brain on his head and smiled slightly: "Micah, do you want to touch him?"

Micah hesitated and flew down with flapping wings, circling around the little baby. He was so small and so fragile that it would melt like snow with the slightest touch. People had to concentrate on it and treat it carefully.

"Can you, Lord Lambert."

Lambert reached out to let it rest on his hand, approached the child in his arms, and said in a gentle and calm voice, "He likes you very much."

Micah handed over a wing cautiously.

The child looked at him with pouted mouth, blinked his eyes, stretched out his small hand like a lotus root, touched its wings, and then bent his eyes and smiled softly.

At that moment, Micah thought he saw an angel.

Intelligence has no feelings.

These memories are just groups of data in its chip,

But every time he recalled the feeling when César touched it lightly, Micah would still feel very warm.

It has existed for too long, has seen too many things, and experienced countless histories. The only thing that can make it miss repeatedly, and even feel regretful, is only that scene.

What a wonderful, deeply affectionate couple, lovely children.

It was supposed to go on like that, but like a perfect mural, it was scratched to pieces with a knife, and it was covered in scars.

César didn't speak for a long time. He turned around and put on his bathrobe, fastened his belt, his hair was still wet, and walked out covered in moisture.Lancelot was reading the document while cursing the trash. Hearing footsteps, he looked up. After taking a shower, César's handsome face was flushed, his eyes were watery, and even the fingertips exposed from under the wide sleeves All glowing a lovely pink.

He looks very healthy, but the picture in his mind is not very healthy.

"Why did you come out without wiping your hair?"

Lancelot coughed dryly to cover up, and looked away, "How old are you and don't know the basics of life..."

Even though he was used to Lancelot's nagging, César still had a headache and interrupted him: "Lancelot."

Lancelot stopped chattering, and looked at César with his chin resting, thinking that the children in the family were so beautiful that they should not be seen by the beasts outside.

Cesare: "Did you hear what Merlin said?"

Lancelot paused. He did hear it all. When he heard the word "creator", he had a very bad premonition. He came out to stop César because there were dozens of surveillance cameras nearby. If César killed Merlin, he couldn't paralyze all the monitoring at the base in an instant, and then suppress the matter.

Merlin is the principal investigator for Alliance Space Technology.

Although I don't know how this noble creature was released by the old immortals on Delan, but if he died in this base, even he would have to go to the Alliance Prison, let alone César.

"He's not a good person." César looked serious, he wouldn't speak ill of people, he frowned and thought for a while, "Don't trust him."

Cesar seldom had this attitude toward people.Lancelot looked into his clear eyes and nodded: "I believe you."

His answer was too easy and taken for granted. César had prepared a bunch of evidence to persuade him, but he was at a loss when he heard the words, and insisted on continuing with his plan, saying: "Before hosting the space technology project, Merlin was in charge of It’s a genetic technology project.”

Lancelot dug out two packs of snacks from the drawer and threw them to César.

César felt that he was being so unscrupulous, so he disassembled it dissatisfiedly, and spoke while eating jerky, and his articulateness was rare: "From ancient times to the present, human cloning has always been full of controversy. In order to show humanity, the Alliance, many years ago The project was stopped, the production of human clones was prohibited, and many related materials were destroyed.”

"Merlin is a lunatic. He once left the alliance to go on a study tour. When he came back, he felt that if he could overcome the shortcoming of the clones' lack of spiritual power, the alliance would have an invincible army of war gods, and they would be able to regenerate infinitely without fear of death. Then he Start experimenting in private."

Lancelot imagined himself in an army, and frowned slightly uncomfortable.

"He has a lot of human subjects." Cizell chewed the somewhat hard jerky expressionlessly, and looked less serious than Lancelot's attitude, "Prisoners, captives, captured orphans, he adopted children and biological children. And me."

Even though he had already guessed, Lancelot still felt a chill in his heart.

César did not continue this topic, and changed the subject abruptly: "The story is over, and adults should go to bed too. You haven't had a rest for a week, right?"

Lancelot was taken aback by this unexpected topic. He usually coaxed Cesare to sleep and told stories, but he didn't expect César to coax him in return. He couldn't help laughing, walked over, and said He slapped César's forehead hard: "Little comrade, is it comfortable to sit on the mech without any precautions at noon? Go to the house without spanking for a day."

César's momentum suddenly weakened: "..."

"Scratch your head and go to bed quickly. I'll take you to see something fun tomorrow morning." Lancelot snorted, "Want to teach me a lesson? Give me your last name first, and I can call you your ancestor."

César looked up at him: "Not now?"

Those natural green eyes are always clear and beautiful, when you only look at someone, all you see is that person's silhouette, as if this is the whole world.

Lancelot's heart beat violently twice.

"...Ancestor."

Lucy silently recorded it in the biography.

...It seems that people are not very up-to-date.