mech warriors have no love

"Be good, be good..."

"You actually returned him!"

"It's over, it's over, the rabbit that I worked so hard to raise was completely taken away by wolves..."

The playful fur ball lay on the top of César's head, hugging the stubby hair, crying sincerely: "My César, woo woo woo..."

César: "...I'm not dead yet, howling, shut up."

Disgusted to deal with the intellectual brain on the top of his head, César didn't dare to see what Lancelot would reply, and threw the communicator away as if it was hot, pretending that he hadn't answered it.

The tip of his ear was already red when he answered that sentence in a strange way, and Micah saw it with sharp eyes, and wanted to howl again at the top of his throat.

César got a headache from howling, reached out and rolled it down, held it in the palm of his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Micah, you've been talking more and more recently."

Micah shyly kissed his palm: "I'm simulating Lord Lambert's psychology after he finds out that you have been abducted. I believe that if Lord Lambert is under surveillance, he can't travel freely on Delan Star, so he would have come here to beat you up." That bastard Lancelot..."

César: "..."

"You don't understand, you are still young." Micah looked lovingly at César's pure green eyes, "When you have a child in the future, and you are kidnapped by an old hooligan, you will understand how hard it is to raise a child." We old fathers feel miserable when their children are kidnapped."

César couldn't bear it anymore and crushed him.

Fuqiu: "...jitter."

The sky has darkened, and all the garrisons in the temporary base have been released. Now the Dal Star base should have been reoccupied. There are not many defenses left here, and most of them are soldiers brought by Lancelot.In the army, Lancelot's soldiers were the most difficult to mess with. This group of people inherited the face of their own marshal, ordered and banned them, and only listened to Lancelot's words, and no one could command them.

Now these people formed a group of three or four, quietly surrounding the starship, watching everyone around them vigilantly—no one could get close to this place until the Marshal himself appeared.

César didn't care about the unexpected, and calmly did what he should do, without worrying about what would happen if he was sold.

The squashed fur ball tried to squeeze out from the gap between César's fingers, shook himself vigorously, and turned into a fluffy little fur ball again, hanging on his finger, and said seriously: "Merlin is not here, look I am going to find you on Dar Star. Do you think he will say something, and will Lancelot believe him?"

César didn't answer, just flicked his fingers, and the long-winded little hairball bounced away.

As usual, he made a simple and nutritious dinner with the ingredients, sat at the table and ate quietly by himself, went to the simulation training room to shoot for a while, and then took a shower, but did not change into pajamas, Putting on a black vest and neat combat pants, he carefully inserted the dagger that Lancelot gave him into his boots.

Micah floated around with him: "Merlin probably thought you were a clone he made."

The corner of César's lips curved sharply, with a cold and mocking arc: "I can't tell if it's a human or a ghost, and you're still daydreaming?"

Tired of floating, the hairball crawled back to the top of his head, rolling back and forth between the soft and slightly moist hair: "Probably life science doesn't need eyesight—now those people in the parliament also think you are a clone, and don't You know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

César paused, and said coldly: "It's not a good thing to be mixed up by them."

"They will definitely not let you go." Micah was worried. "Lancelot will probably protect you, but he is the marshal of the alliance. There are some things that he cannot choose. He will find that if he wants to protect you, he needs to protect you." Against the Union... or rather, against the Council. We won't be too safe here."

"Cesar, Lancelot is the marshal of the alliance, not your marshal alone."

César fell silent.

He stayed with Lancelot, and Lancelot had to defy the order of the protest to protect him.

David told him that although Lancelot has been clamoring all day long to retire early and travel around the universe with his retirement salary, this old hooligan actually sometimes has a thin skin, for example, he dare not say what his beliefs are Guardian League.

In other words, the group of people outside obeying orders and guarding around him all have this belief.

Is he actually embarrassing Lancelot?

Seeing that he fell silent, Micah patted his head: "What do you think the Leslie family will choose this time? Twelve years ago, they compromised once, and this time...will they give up on you?"

Cesare closed his eyes.

"maybe."

Lambert is not only his father, but also the current head of the Leslie family, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the Leslie family.

More than 20 years ago, Lambert had to compromise and marry Ellie's family. This time...

Micah stroked Cesare's head lightly. After a while, his movements suddenly froze: "Cesare, that person sent another communication request."

César was not surprised either, he felt comfortable snoring, a little drowsy, and did not lift his eyelids: "La Hei."

Micah blocked him obediently.

César thought for a while, then opened his half-closed eyes: "Wait... Let it out, let's connect."

Fuqiu angry: "Bear boy!"

Although the mouth is reluctant, the body is still very honest and obedient, and the person is released from the blacklist again, and the communication is connected.

The three-dimensional communication was connected, and what appeared in front of him was a young man with exactly the same eye color and hair color as César.

César looked at him calmly, neither surprised nor surprised, and blinked calmly.

The youth also blinked.

Cesar frowned slightly.

The young man also frowned.

César: "..."

He turned his head and took a light breath: "Micah, what is this?"

The young man imitated his movements, turned his head, and said seriously to the people around him, "Eugene, what am I?"

"..." Eugene was used to numbness, "Boss, please shut up."

César frowned impatiently, and said expressionlessly, "I'll just hang up if it's nothing, and it's quite troublesome to connect to the signal from the orc."

After speaking, he raised his hand and wanted to turn off the communication directly.Seeing that he was not joking, the young man finally stopped indulging in the mirror game, so he quickly stopped: "Wait."

He looked César up and down, and smiled: "You've grown up so much, I hugged you when you were young."

The fur ball lay on top of César's head, and said coolly: "Generally, those distant relatives who like to talk about family affairs would say that."

The young man didn't feel embarrassed, this time it was very close, and he stared at César's face for a while - although both of them had black hair and green eyes, their appearances were very different, César was still the face of a boy , more delicate and introverted, looking at people with an expressionless face, like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll, and the charm and charm between the brows and eyebrows when looking up at people inadvertently, very much like the person in memory.

"You are very similar to Bellin." Carl softened his heart and said with a smile, "Cesar, I am uncle."

Fuqiu: "Actually, although César has inherited Mrs. Belling's hair color and eye color, the similarity in appearance is not high."

Carl was not annoyed by being ridiculed by the fur ball again and again, and looked at it with a smile: "It's a similarity in another sense. How about it, little César, the Alliance Council has caused you a lot of trouble recently, right? In other words, it caused a lot of trouble for the people around you."

The culprit who forced César to make a move and even sent a video to the alliance before leaving, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, did not change his expression, without guilt: "I am very worried about you."

César looked at him coldly and said nothing.

"Are you and the Union Marshal a couple?"

Karl didn't care about his indifference, and suggested in a brisk tone: "The Alliance will arrest you for human experiments, but we won't. Sometimes, human beings don't have the so-called 'humanity', but beastmen with animal nature are more Loyal and generous. Little César, the orc tribe will always welcome you." After a pause, he added, "You are also welcome to bring the Alliance Marshal here."

César said lightly, "Have you finished talking nonsense?"

Carl shook his head: "I'm seriously suggesting, little nephew, the alliance people's methods are more cruel than the orcs, they will only criticize the orcs for being barbaric, but they are more tyrannical than us. You are in the alliance, you will only be dragged to the test bench for dissection , When you come to the Beast Race, you will be the most honored guest. You have the blood of Bellin flowing in your body, and you will always be a part of us. And the Beast Race people will not betray their trust like the alliance."

As he spoke, he pointed to his side, and a familiar face suddenly appeared in the camera.

"Perhaps Eugene's words misunderstood something? I'm sorry, when Eugene came to the alliance last time, he didn't know that you were still alive. 12 years ago, the alliance people lied to us, saying that you were dead, and what was left was a clone body."

César played with the dagger given by Lancelot and raised his eyelids: "Is it finished?"

Carl nodded, looking at him expectantly.

César directly interrupted the communication.

Mao Qiu concluded: "The orcs don't have any good intentions either."

César turned his head, looked at the star-studded night sky outside the window, and whispered: "Micah, you are right, the council will not let me go."

The fur ball patted him on the back: "I will protect you."

Lancelot is in trouble.

César didn't say this, and sighed softly.He rarely fell into such an anxious state of mind, almost fidgeting, his mind was full of a person's face and voice... Wanting to see Lancelot immediately, to hug him, and even better to touch his hair.

Then Lancelot did appear.

Still holding a small cake that was robbed from somewhere in his hand, he lazily opened the door and entered: "Good evening. There are rewards for good children, come and taste?"

César didn't look at the cake, he stared at Lancelot walking in front of him, sitting upright, with his back straight, and then stretched out his hand.

Lancelot leaned over with gentle eyes: "What's the matter? Are you waiting?"

César's hands fell to his hair and stroked it twice.The slightly cool hair glides through the fingers, soft and docile, and feels excellent.

He glanced at Micah who was pretending to be dead beside him with disgust.

As a hairball, Micah is not as good as Lancelot's hair.

Most of the anxiety in my heart dissipated, César pursed her lips, withdrew her hand, her cheeks were a little red, and she whispered politely, "Thank you."

Lancelot was so cute to him, rubbed him twice, and said generously: "Touch him if you want, the only one in the alliance, I'll touch it for you."

César obediently touched two more.

Lancelot couldn't help laughing.

The mood slowly returned to peace, and César reluctantly withdrew his hand, maintaining a dignified appearance, with a serious face: "Lancelot... I want to tell you something."

Lancelot then became serious and nodded to show that he was all ears.

César hesitated for a moment, thinking that it would be best to clear up the misunderstanding first: "Your love letter...was really written like a contract letter."

Lancelot: "..."

The Union Marshal suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette in the vicissitudes of life.