mech warriors have no love

The orcs retreated weakly, Dal star was re-occupied by the alliance, the marshal was safe and sound, and there were not many casualties in the army. It can be regarded as a complete victory, washing away the shame of being occupied by the orcs—it should have been a good thing, the secret of the alliance In the conference room, a dozen or so core councilors had different expressions.

In the middle of the conference table, two videos are played in a loop - one is the strangely calm place in the chaotic battlefield, César is slowly retrieving Lancelot's life chamber with the salvage arm, and the other is the orc Video footage sent by the leader to the interim commander before his retreat.

These people are not like the bees outside who were elected as members of parliament without much screening, buzzing all day long to add to the trouble.They observed and observed repeatedly in silence, some with happy faces, some with gloomy faces, or eyes full of surprise.

"Member Ed, if I'm not mistaken..." Someone finally spoke up, "The leader of the orc clan is the older brother of the orc."

"Maybe that's not the point." The congressman named by him nodded. He had a beard and looked and behaved like a well-bred gentleman. He reached out and nodded at the orc leader in the video. The Marshal has a different heart. Perhaps we have given Lancelot too much trust and power. If he leads troops to rebel, the alliance will not be able to withstand such a blow."

They spoke slowly, their eyes hidden under the glasses narrowed slightly, reflecting a cold, indifferent, suspicious look: "Lancelot is too rebellious, he always questioned the decisions of the parliament."

Mr. Elton, the chairman of the council, was sitting on the first seat, still reciting the Buddha's name quietly, knocking on the table with his fingers, and listening to these people express their opinions in a tone that seemed to be giving a speech. After a long time, he smiled and said: " These are not the most important for the time being. Gentlemen, you should also be very concerned about the person who salvaged Lancelot's life chamber."

Everyone was silent for a while.

"It shouldn't be." The congressman who was the first to speak before was puzzled, "Why does he have mental power? Why is the mental threshold so high?"

"Could it be 12 years ago..."

"No, the video was sent to the parliament at the same time, and each of us saw it."

"This shouldn't be..."

Elton still maintained a Buddha-like smile: "It's not that we got it wrong."

He raised his hand and pressed the button in front of him. The screen changed, and Merlin in his research uniform appeared in everyone's sight.

Merlin put his hand on his chest, and politely bowed to the surrounding congressmen: "Gentlemen, it's an honor to meet you. Now, I want to explain my experiment to you..."

The decision makers who stood at the top of the huge alliance and made decisions about everything sat at the round table, listening to Merlin's eloquent talk, and fell silent.

Unlike before, their doubts, panic, and anger have all turned into greedy surprises.

What a great experiment.

They thought to themselves that this might allow the alliance to last forever... and even continue to expand the territory, annexing those nearby countries that are eyeing tigers, and stepping everything under their feet.

Who will stand at the pinnacle of power by then?Who can resist the allurement of such supremacy?

Everyone looked at each other with fake smiles.

After a brief discussion, Elton coughed lightly and made the final decision on behalf of everyone: "Mr. Merlin."

"The parliament gave you the power to bring Cesar Leslie back to Planet Delan for the final experiment. Please rest assured that the Alliance will always support you and stand behind you."

César's sense of uneasiness grew stronger.

Micah lay in his arms listlessly: "I should have stopped you, César. The last wish Madam Belling left me was to protect your life, I..."

César lowered his eyes and interrupted its thoughts: "Am I dead?"

Mao Qiu was stunned: "As long as I haven't been crushed, you won't die!"

César hummed: "So you didn't violate my mother's last wish."

Hairball:"……"

Zhinao was quiet for three seconds, and raised his voice angrily: "You have learned from Lancelot! You didn't talk like this before! Don't play word games with me, we have to make an escape route, you are exposed in the crowd , the eyes of congressmen are everywhere, and now those old people must be discussing how to dissect you, Lancelot can't stop it!"

"Then what should I do?" César sat on the slightly shaking mech console, looking sideways at Harry who was frowning and discussing something with Molly in a low voice, "Stun Harry and run away immediately? "

"It's best." Micah sighed, "We can't go back to the nest of the alliance, but I know you won't be obedient. Human children have a rebellious period, yours just came later, I understand. "

César: "..."

Micah: "Not only rebellious, but also puppy love, I'm sorry for Lord Lambert and Mrs. Belling, woo woo woo, I didn't teach César well..."

César took a deep breath before suppressing the feeling of dismantling the broken mecha, turned his head and looked at the hundreds of warships and mechas guarding the mecha outside, and said in a low voice: "I want to trust Lan Sloat."

"Trust Lancelot?"

Cesar was silent for a while.

His body still has the slenderness of a teenager, and he seems to be very weak. Those eyes are like the most beautiful imperial green emeralds, which seem to be clear and quiet, but when he looks up, he can't see to the bottom, just like the feeling of Micah when he was just born, reflecting this There are countless ugly things in the world.

"I want to trust that he will not hand me over to parliament," he said.

Micah heard the words, and the words of persuasion were confused into a pile of garbled characters in the huge database.

Cesare was a very stubborn kid.

It thought that the person he trusted gave him to the council many years ago, he was dragged back from hell, leaving a scar on his heart that refused to be repaired by the medical cabin, and after so many years, he tried to trust another person.

Maybe he will pay some price this time, or as he wishes, he can get someone who can be completely trusted.

César was out of his mind for a while, and Micah, who was in a daze with him, suddenly yelled: "It's over... César, Lord Lambert sent an email!"

César had expected that Lambert would know about it immediately, and was mentally prepared to face his father's reprimand, pursing his lips and turning on the communicator.

The email was opened, but there was only a short line of words on it.

"Do what you want to do."

Micah: "...you father and son can really drive mechs to death sometimes."

Not only did the father not blame his son for causing trouble, but he also helped the evildoer!

Harry next to him finally discussed something with Molly Rego, raised his head and looked serious: "Cesar, we've thought it through."

César's expression became serious.

"We wear the military uniforms of the Union, and we are soldiers of the Union. Our belief is to protect the Union and move forward for the Union." Harry chanted three times, cadenced, as if taking an oath, "But...we are loyal to the Marshal. No matter what the situation, we They will obey the Marshal's orders. Don't worry, we will guard you, and no one can take you away."

César smiled: "Thank you."

Harry's shoulders loosened, and he sat down on the operating table, sighing, "I wish I could go back to Star Ruth sooner."

Cesare nodded like a peck.

Harry smiled, and reached out to touch his head, but Lancelot's Hades face flashed in his mind again, coughing dryly and retracting his hand.

Members of the convoy escorted César from another route to the previous temporary base.Merlin led the people past each other, and when they landed at the abandoned Dal Star base, they only met Lancelot, who was wearing a coat and had a very disheveled military appearance.

If you put it on an ordinary soldier like this, you have to go out and run [-] laps for a penalty, but if you put it on an alliance marshal, it's just playing handsome.

After all, no one is tired of work and dares to take care of the Alliance Marshal.

"Hey, Mr. Merlin." Lancelot waved his hand with a smile, "Are you so impatient to come and see Dahl Base? Don't worry, the orcs didn't even have a single hair left. It seems that none of them who came here lost their hair this season. "

Merlin was interrupted by him, and smiled helplessly: "Congratulations to the Marshal for taking back the base and sweeping the orcs out of the alliance territory again—I heard that there was a small change on the battlefield, but fortunately César helped the Marshal. He is now where is it?"

Lancelot's expression didn't change, and he opened his mouth to start talking nonsense: "My subordinates are all very useful, and they don't eat for nothing. Come on, Lord Merlin, I'll show you around the base. The conditions at Dahl Base are really good, seniors Officers also have separate lofts and swimming pools, it seems that I have to apply to the parliament to improve everyone's conditions when I go back."

Merlin didn't want to listen to his nonsense, but he had to. He winked at the people behind him and asked them to search for traces of César in the base.

Lancelot pretended not to notice his small movements, and led him casually to the military conference room in Dar Star.

Dar Star not only has better conditions than Ruth Star, but even the conference room is more luxurious. The tall hexagonal building is located in the center and stands tall. Dazzling light was refracted, and the name of Dar base was faintly revealed in the golden light.

Lancelot touched his chin and said as he walked, as if he was really interested in these tall and useless things.Merlin's smile became more and more impatient. When he arrived at the largest conference room in the conference building, he pressed the positioning system on his body calmly, and checked the news under his hand by the way - he did not find César.

If this continues, Lancelot will probably be able to chat with him until next year.

Merlin sighed and interrupted Lancelot's eloquent talk: "Master Marshal, you know the purpose of my coming here."

Lancelot leaned against the huge glass window, folded his arms and looked at him, his smile remained unchanged, but there was an inexplicable coldness in his brows.

Merlin sensed the danger sensitively, and took a few steps back without a trace: "You don't know many things, so you insist on stopping me—but this time I came to take away César with the order of the council. .”

Lancelot stared at him: "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I just want the marshal to know that personal grievances cannot be compared with the righteousness of the alliance." Merlin paused, "Of course, out of respect for you, I will also tell you the truth."

Lancelot looked at him indifferently.

"I don't know what happened between you and César—but what you care about should be 11 years... No, it should be Master César 12 years ago."

Lancelot had a premonition that Merlin's dog would not spit out ivory, his eyelids twitched slightly, a shadow of uneasiness cast over his heart, he did not speak, and looked at Merlin indifferently.

Merlin licked his dry lips: "The real César died 12 years ago. What appears in front of you now is just a clone."