mech warriors have no love

Lancelot is rebellious and unruly, and sometimes speaks unforgivingly.

——This is what the people in the council told Merlin before departure.

Therefore, when Lancelot said these three words kindly, Merlin didn't even react for a moment. He was stunned for a while, and stopped him in time when Lancelot was about to step over the threshold: "Master Marshal, isn't he curious about me?" Why did you take Cesare away?"

It was already dark outside, and I don’t know who turned off the lights after the meeting. Merlin saw Lancelot turned his head sideways, and the light outside hit the side face of the Union Marshal, half bright and half dark, with a blurred expression However, those smoky gray eyes were cold, as if looking at a dead person.

Like a beast whose bottom line has been touched.

The heavy pressure came from the door, like a storm sweeping through people's hearts, making people terrified and unable to breathe.

Merlin couldn't help standing up, unconsciously tensing his body, ready to defend.

Lancelot suddenly smiled: "I'm not curious, but it's better to stop joking, Lord Merlin, the army is a serious place."

After speaking, he stepped out of the conference room and left without looking back.

The feeling of thorns on his back disappeared instantly, and Merlin took a heavy breath, sat back on the chair, sweating profusely.

He moved his lips, but still didn't dare to catch up.

The last look that Lancelot gave him just now was a warning.

He had no doubt that if he pursued and continued to beg for César, the Marshal of the Alliance would really have the guts to kill him—although it would bring some trouble, the people in the council would not easily touch the patron saint of the alliance.

The group of people greedily looked at the big cake of profit, but they didn't forget that there were wolves, tigers and leopards behind them. Lancelot was the one who kept the torch behind them. No matter how arrogant Lancelot is, as long as he doesn't do anything deviant like treason, they can only hold their noses and admit it.

César didn't know that he had been robbed of his "custody rights". He hadn't seen Lancelot come back for a long time. He was bored on the starship alone, so he went out for a walk.Although he has a cold face, he is born with a loving and well-behaved temperament. He is handsome and beautiful, and he is the marshal's default "child bride". Steady veteran, when he sees César, he will pull over and stuff some treasured snacks.

Walking all the way, I was supposed to go to the meeting room, but halfway César was lured by three packs of sugar to the vicinity of the training ground. He was going to attack tomorrow. Today, everyone was a little excited and had no intention of mental training. They all played against each other on the training ground. A circle of people gathered around and applauded the winners.

Molly and Harry were also squatting on the side, watching happily, seeing Cesare also coming, they quickly pulled him over, Molly peeled a lollipop and gave it to César: "Little César wants to try his hand ?"

César gave an indistinct "ah" with sugar in his mouth.

Harry could hear the questioning tone, and said with a smile: "Win ten lucky hands in a row."

César remained uninterested.

Harry pointed to a pile of white fruits piled up next to him: "You can't gamble in the army. The lottery is the kind of fruit that Rego gave you back last time. It is said that drinking too much can make you grow taller..."

César paused, looked at Molly, blinked, and turned around to go on stage without hesitation.

Molly: "Is it my illusion? Little César seems obsessed with height."

Harry was also a little puzzled: "What's the rush for a child of this age? He will grow taller in two years. Did the marshal say something?"

Lei Ge didn't know when he came back, he walked up behind the two of them silently, and said "um" calmly.

The victor in the field has picked nine challengers in a row. Seeing César coming up, he was stunned for a moment: "Ah, how can we fight this?"

César silently opened his posture.

Molly clenched her fists and shouted nervously, "Be gentle, I'm going to fight the orcs tomorrow."

Before the little soldier on the opposite side nodded cheerfully, the arbitrator next to him gave an order, and César, like a gust of wind, flew in front of him in an instant, before he punched him hard in the face, thinking of Molly If he said that, he stopped in time, dragged his hand past him before the opponent could react, and twisted backwards.

The little soldier was in so much pain that tears almost came out, and he was so dazed.

The time is less than three seconds.

Everyone obviously didn't expect that César, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, would be so cruel. No one spoke in the training ground for a while.

Harry was smoking a cigarette with a very satisfied expression on his face: "It must have been the same for the rest of us back then."

After a few seconds of silence, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.

"Good job! You are worthy of being the future Marshal's wife!"

"Neat! This is the only way to be worthy of our marshal!"

"It's hidden deep, I didn't see it..."

The Union marshal who had just gone to the adjutant's place to search for some snacks and was about to go back to feed the little prince at home heard a familiar name, turned around and walked towards the crowded training ground, muttering in his heart.

The people who came to watch were three floors in and three floors out, looking eagerly at the field, but they didn't notice the lonely marshal behind him.

The disregarded Marshal was still very good-tempered. He put his hand between his brows and glanced at the group of lively monkeys, then patted the shoulder of the person in front of him: "What's going on inside?"

The man didn't turn his head back: "The marshal's wife is accepting the challenge... Wow, it's the seventh one, it kills every time, so handsome!"

Lancelot touched his chin, a little suspicious of life.

When did he betray César and marry his wife?

Unable to figure out this relationship, Lancelot poked the man in front of him who was intoxicated by the heroic posture of "Madame Marshal": "Inside..."

The brother who was poked very irritable turned around and said, "First come, first served! Don't jump in line! Don't give up your seat! You..."

Seeing the face of the person behind him clearly, the menacing man instantly looked like a deflated ball, and whispered: "...Master Marshal..."

Lancelot patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, glanced at the crowd, clicked his tongue, stepped back a few steps, and whistled a rather frivolous whistle.

Lucy, who was on his shoulder, stood up in response, and a tall mech appeared out of thin air. Amid the exclamation of the crowd, he reached out to connect the owner to his shoulder, flew up, and landed in the open field.

The spectators cheered, and the atmosphere reached its peak: "Marshal Lancelot!"

César looked up at Lancelot who was sitting on Lucy's shoulder, and said coldly, "Micah, he beat me because I was sitting on the shoulder of the mech."

Micah quickly took the opportunity to say bad things: "So the man is a liar, and Lancelot is a pig's trotter!"

César: "..."

Lancelot moved in front of César unhurriedly, smiled and looked around at the soldiers who were watching the excitement: "Okay, you're going to go to the battlefield tomorrow, are you very energetic?"

soldiers:"……"

Is it too late to escape now?

Apparently it was too late.

Lancelot smiled, and clicked on the training ground below: "Gather a crowd to fight, no military discipline! Line up! Everyone run [-] laps around the training ground! Harry Molly Rego, come and lead the team!"

At the moment Lancelot appeared, the three guards who had tiptoed and prepared to escape froze, but ran back to lead the team with a sad face.

After teaching this group of energetic monkeys, Lancelot turned to look at the monkey at home. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back any vicious expressions towards this little ancestor, so he could only let Lucy grab the monkey in his palm and fly towards the monkey. On the side of the starship, he gave a lesson: "Do you know what the punishment for gathering a crowd to fight in the army is?"

César showed no expression: "We are one-on-one."

"In case I get hurt, it's still me who will feel distressed, and I don't think about it at all..."

César: "Then you have a lot of people to feel sorry for."

Lancelot almost lost his temper when he told him, funny and helpless, he put the people beside him, sat side by side on the broad shoulders of the mech, looked at him biting a lollipop, his cheeks were slightly puffed up Picking up a small piece, he couldn't help poking it with his hand. Before he could react, he said in a low voice: "Someone has already set their minds on you. You are still heartless."

César remained calm: "Merlin?"

Lancelot said: "This old pervert still wants to take you back to do that experiment. If I hadn't protected you, you would have been arrested a long time ago. Why don't you give me a kiss?"

Cesare turned his head to look at him, his green eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, and they were raised slightly, as if the clear water was rippling.

At that moment, even the always transparent Lancelot couldn't guess what César was thinking.

The little boy just glanced at the people around him very quickly, looked away, lowered his eyes, felt inexplicably wronged, like a child being bullied, and said in a low voice: "It's hard, thank you."

"Thank you, there is no need. It is enough to be relieved to stare at me less."

After Lancelot finished speaking modestly, seeing César still lowered his head, he couldn't help being surprised and angry.

This child was born with many disasters and disasters. After such a catastrophe of life and death, his temperament changed drastically, and he was destined to be taken care of by someone to make up for it.The past is as far as the hell it should go, and he hasn't looked for trouble, but these people dare to come to him?

He even thought cruelly, if Merlin was dealt with and his attitude could be seen clearly by those people behind the scenes, would they be more conscious and obediently wait to die in Anle Township before he found out what happened.

César didn't know the bloody thoughts that flashed in the heart of the Union Marshal who was always gentle and harmless to him. He thought for a long time, analyzed them in detail, and tried to be rational, but it seemed that when he encountered Lancelot's thoughts, he would turn from rational to irrational. But it seems very sensible.

His mind was a little confused, and he finally made up his mind before the mecha arrived on the starship. He looked up and turned to Lancelot, and said seriously: "My father said that the majority of happy people in the world are because they are ignorant."

And if you know too much, you will not be blindly optimistic.

It may even cause many unnecessary troubles.

Lancelot almost said "Father-in-law is right", seeing César's serious face, he swallowed the sentence and nodded seriously.

"So...do you want to know?" César looked at Lancelot silently, and stretched out his hand to brush away a strand of blond hair that fell in front of his eyes. The lock of hair was light and cool, slipping through his fingers, letting him Unconsciously, he shivered a little, "Wait until you finish fighting tomorrow."

Lancelot held his hand tightly, put the lock of hair on his lips, kissed him reverently, and smiled: "I'm so happy, I can't wait. My little prince."