mech warriors have no love

He took the initiative to hand in the little secret, and instead of being praised, he was beaten. Although the force was extremely light, César's face was still black.

What is as broad as the sea and what is mind.

Lancelot is a bastard!

César's face was cold when he was released, and he looked blankly at Lancelot who had finished the beating and regretted it, and reached out to rub his buttocks.

The standard hooliganism moves, but the Alliance Marshal did it with confidence and reason, but the tone and fear were not over yet, he angrily poked Cesar's blushing little face, the soft touch was very good, and he couldn't help it. Poke twice.

"Still showing face? I don't know how old I am!"

Cesare continued to stare at him coldly.

Express your strong anger and dissatisfaction!

It's a pity that Lancelot didn't seem to have received his angry signal, and scolded him while rubbing his waist and kicking his legs: "Don't worry! I let you go out to play with fear because you promised this kind of thing? Carl is nothing Good thing, if you are sold by others, you will only happily count the money for him!"

César innocently said: "It has been agreed, I will cooperate with the experiment, and he will give me the correct space technology."

Lancelot patted him on the back and raised his voice: "If I really want some space technology, I just go up and grab it, and you want to sell yourself?"

"..." César turned his face away, "Anyway, the experiment has already started."

After a pause, he said in a low voice, "This is also what Beilin hoped for."

Lancelot's surging anger stopped.

The palm moved from César's back to his ear, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his fingers gently kneaded César's earlobe.

César closed his eyes, leaned against his chest, and casually told about the orcs' biological weapons program. His mother was the only successful experiment.

Lancelot felt sour in his heart, and immediately regretted hitting César a few times, and left a soft kiss on his forehead: "Okay, I'll listen to you. But I firmly don't agree with them injecting you with any instability." Reagent, baby, don't worry me."

He brushed away a few strands of slightly curly black hair that fell on César's cheeks, and gently stroked his delicate face with his fingers. His eyes were deep and his voice was very soft: "If something happens to you, I will go crazy."

César stared at him for a while, and said "hmm": "Nothing will happen." Turning his head and looking at Micah, who was squatting beside him aggrievedly and trying to climb on top of his head, he added , "I am very good."

Only then did Lancelot smile: "Well, my little César is very powerful."

Only then did César's tense face relax slightly, and he casually grabbed the fur ball that was jumping anxiously beside him and put it on top of his head, and brought it close to Lancelot's ear, and lowered his voice: "It's okay to beat you up .”

Lancelot rubbed his face with a smile: "Thank you baby for saving my life."

After thinking about it, the Marshal glanced at the fur ball that was lying proudly on top of César's head, stretched out his hand without looking at it, and threw it out.

Lucy immediately flapped his wings to pick him up.

Fuqiu felt that he was being treated as a toy, so Ziwaer screamed and rolled into a ball with Lucy.

Taking advantage of the chaos over there, the culprit kept his expression on, biting Cesar's ear, and said something in a low voice.

César was startled, his fair earlobe was stained pink a little bit, but after a while, even his neck was red.

Micah flew back on his mount Lucy Little Bird, and asked strangely, "Cesar, what's wrong?"

Césaire pushed Lancelot away and stood up, and gave him a cold look—the corners of his eyes were still slightly red, and there was mist in them, not sharp at all, but acting like a baby.

Then he reached out to take the fur ball brought back by Lucy, dropped Lancelot, turned and left, and strolled out.

Micah lay on top of his head, mumbling: "I didn't come here for a while, and you were bullied again. Why did he bully you? I'll teach you a lesson!"

César's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he reached out to grab the chattering fur ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

Lancelot's hoarse, smiling, magnetic voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears, with a scorching breath, spraying in his ears: "I squeezed so tightly last night, are you also beating me?"

In César's simple life, he finally had the definition of a hooligan.

It is different from this small and inconspicuous space supply station.

Countless light-years away on the planet Delan, the sun rises as usual, with golden light, and the golden light on the top of the Alliance Parliament Building refracts countless brilliant rays of the sun—although light pollution has been reported countless times, for the majesty and dignity of the Parliament Building, Decent, the MPs pretended not to see it.

It's a pity that the atmosphere is very different from the cramped space station.

In the bright and spacious parliament hall, it was obvious that some seats were vacant. The expressions of the remaining councilors were different, and most of them were anxiously looking at the first seat.

The person sitting in the first seat was no longer the weak Elton, but an old man with a calm temperament and a dignified complexion.

If Lancelot could see it, he would definitely be very unaccustomed to the other party's formal attire. In his impression, Feng Na was either wearing beach shorts, holding a big coconut and sucking and peeking at bikini beauties, or he was wearing mountaineering suits to climb mountains and take risks. .

After a long period of silence, someone finally spoke with an ugly face: "Deputy Chairman Feng Na, I am afraid that now is not the time to settle the issue of the councilors' mistakes in decision-making. Three days ago, even the orcs got involved, and now the entire front line Falling into war, the alliance is still waiting for our rescue, how do you..."

The old man's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at him with a half-smile: "The critical moment to save the alliance? Well said, then let the congressmen drive their mechas to the front line."

Many people wiped off cold sweat immediately, for fear that he would really do this: "Master Feng Na, this is not the same thing at all! The council is for making decisions, not for the battlefield, we need..."

"You need it, but the people of the Alliance don't." Feng Na's voice sank.

A smooth old man who is hundreds of years old, he doesn't show any emotion when he speaks, every sentence is like the sharp point of a knife.

But it's normal, I thought the council was a bit rotten and incompetent, but who knew it turned out to be such a mess, he was so angry that he had a heart attack the day he came back, and he lay down in the medical cabin for a whole day.

Elton, the former chairman of the council, sat next to him with a low eyebrow and was sternly stared at by several old councilors who had supported him in the past: "It's nothing!"

"The Alliance is facing an unprecedented crisis." Feng Na said slowly, "Being attacked from all sides, the front line is constantly being forced to retreat, and now the orcs are also involved. If we cannot gather strength and beat out the invaders, the Alliance will become the winner. vassal."

His stern gaze swept across the councilors one by one: "In the front, we have lost the Marshal of the Asylum Alliance, and there must be no chaos in the rear. The investigation starts today, and the gate of the prison has been opened. I hope you have not done anything wrong. Don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.”

Many people's faces were twitched.

There are also a small number of people who, after staying in the oppressive parliament for many years, finally smiled and looked at the old man in the first seat with even more awe.

Everyone reacted differently. The group of MPs who supported Lancelot looked heavy and remained silent, seemingly acquiescing to Feng Na's approach.Even the military department, which has always been at odds with the parliament, showed an attitude of supporting the elderly at this time.

A silent change happened on a peaceful and sunny day on Delan Star as usual.

When the parliament was turned upside down, Lambert was leaning against the member's hospital bed, looking at the green vines outside the window, with a ball of light floating beside him.

That was the smart mecha that Bei Lin used back then. Through his continuous transformation, it has approached the top advanced smart mecha in the alliance in terms of intelligence.

The silence in the advanced ward was quickly broken by the sound of footsteps coming quickly, and then the footsteps stopped in front of the door of the ward and pushed the door open.

Ellie came in with a confused face. She bit her lip, closed the door, and opened the exquisite bag she was carrying without saying a word—it turned out to be a bunch of scattered instruments inside.

She skillfully and quickly assembled the anti-eavesdropping monitoring equipment and placed it in the ward before she spoke in a low voice: "Lambert, Fengner came back suddenly to preside over the overall affairs of the council and clean up the mess."

Feng Na's prestige was not weaker than that of Lancelot back then. When he came back, he used thunderous means to control the congressmen with messy thoughts, and immediately won the vocal support of the alliance that had been suppressed and belonged to the rational side.

The moths in the parliament were cleared into a temporary prison, and they were found later. The seemingly bloated and incompetent parliament was finally able to do some serious business, but Ellie always felt that something was wrong, so she hurried to notify Lambert.

Lambert looked at Ellie with complicated eyes.

When he was forced to get married back then, he hated this girl very much. He just got along with her for many years, and through the relationship with César, the atmosphere between them has eased a lot. Since a few years ago, he has felt guilty towards this wife.

He knew what Ellie wanted, but he couldn't give it.

After a moment of silence, Lambert nodded, and heard Ellie talking about recent events for a while. As she talked, Ellie showed worry again, thinking of César who was going to the orc.

After listening to her quietly, Lambert said softly, "Ellie."

Ellie shut her mouth, her beautiful and gentle eyes stared at Lambert without blinking.

After all, Lambert still couldn't say what had been in his heart for a long time, and now this time is not suitable.

He paused, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Ellie smiled at him, turned and left.I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but she didn't remove the small facilities in the house.

The ball of light quietly floating beside him said, "What a very smart and excellent lady."

Lambert looked away.

"I don't think Lord Bellin would mind if you marry such an outstanding lady who is kind to Master Cesare."

Lambert did not respond, and said indifferently: "Contact Lancelot, I want to ask him what happened to Feng Na."

Even César was thinking about it. Although Feng Na was one of the people who cooperated on Delan, he only cooperated passively-Fon Na did not know that Lancelot was still alive.

So when Lambert's communication came, César, who was floating in the background looking for candies, heard the inquiry, froze in his footsteps, and slowly moved to Lancelot's side.

The eyes of the two men who were discussing things seriously fell on him at the same time.

One of these two is a genius of the alliance who has made countless military exploits, and the other is the marshal of the alliance's patron saint. The cold and alienated eyes towards outsiders made him a little more gentle.

It's a pity that Cesare has always been nervous in this regard, so he sat down on Lancelot's lap and greeted his father calmly.

Lambert: "..."

Wanting to ask why Cesare was here, the old father swallowed the words, his eyes widened, watching Lancelot hug his precious son's waist, and shamelessly kissed Cesare on the side of the cheek, and then from his pocket He took out a lollipop, peeled it off and stuffed it into César's mouth.

The movements are smooth and flowing, I don't know how many times I have done it.

It was only then that César realized that the candy he couldn't find was hidden by Lancelot. He gave him a dissatisfied look, turned back to meet his father's eyes, bit the candy and said vaguely: "Dad, I got into trouble."

Lambert: "?"

Is there any greater disaster than betrayal of the alliance?

César calmly said, "I put Lancelot to sleep, but I'm not yet of legal age for marriage."

Lambert: "..."

Lancelot: "..."

The Alliance Marshal found painfully that the father-in-law's eyes, which had always been mild, suddenly became fierce and sharp.