mech warriors have no love

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Facing Lambert's terrifying eyes that seemed to be eating people, Lancelot silently hugged César in his arms even tighter.

It's useless to be angry, it's his person when you don't eat it, and it's even more impossible to let go after eating it.

Micah came up at some point, with an expression of someone who came over, and lay on César's shoulder, sympathetically reassuring: "Master Lambert, I understand your feelings very well, time will heal everything, you can get used to it." Accepted."

Lambert gave it a cold look: "I haven't settled with you yet."

Mika, who was not optimistic about the child, shivered, and silently retracted into César's arms, leaving the former owner with a fluffy buttock.

Facing the imposing father-in-law, even the eloquent Union Marshal couldn't find any sweet words for a while, so he could only sincerely say like countless young people who just abducted other people's cabbages: "Uncle, I'm real!" Like Cesare."

César, who was completely out of the situation: "?"

Cesare bit the candy, looked puzzled at Lambert, whose face was sinking like water, and then at Lancelot, with blank eyes.

He just wanted to introduce Lancelot to his family and tell Lambert about their relationship by the way.

Why is the atmosphere a bit strange.

César, who had really cheated Lancelot just now, got up silently and wanted to change places to wander.

Lancelot smiled and hugged him tighter, pretending not to see Lambert's face: "Uncle, now is the best time to clean up the parliament, Vonner will fight them, save our energy, don't worry about it. Once Feng Na comes to you, you should be careful, and just listen to him for the rest."

Lambert held back his anger, gave him a cold gouging look, and said the business first: "Is Feng Na not trustworthy?"

Feng Na's family supports real democracy, and has a high reputation among the people of the alliance. It's just that in recent years, those old and stubborn people who want to restore the monarchy have become more and more ruthless, suppressing the other two factions. Now Feng Na welcomes With the wishes of many people to serve as the chairman of the council again, although there is an extra word "generation" in front of the name, it has caused huge waves in Delan star and won more and more support.

Lancelot's smile was a bit weird: "To tell you the truth, when César and I captured the orc general and the star thief leader on Russ, the person behind the star thief leader pointed at the alliance. I asked David If we continue to investigate, the clue will be broken when we reach Delan Star."

Cesar patted him on the shoulder.

Lancelot naturally held his hand, kissed his fingertips lightly, and continued to talk in Lambert's gloomy eyes without changing his face: "So as long as you are a member of the parliament, I don't believe anyone."

"I'm also a member of parliament." Lambert said lightly, with an expression strikingly similar to César's. He watched Lancelot's beating action indifferently, and regretted the last time Lancelot was imprisoned on Planet De Lan. Didn't punch him a few times.

Lancelot said with a smile: "You are my own, I trust you just like I trust Cesare."

César also guessed that he seemed to have done something wrong, and nodded obediently.

Lambert wanted to pinch his son's face when his elbow was out.

When he knew that Lancelot had ulterior motives for César, Lambert was actually very confident - didn't his son understand that César lacked emotion, although he had a keen sense of danger, but He has a half-knowledge and half-understanding of many things, and he hates being close to strangers.

If Lancelot dared to do something, César would just chop him up.

No matter how bad it is, Micah is by his side.

Who knows, if you don't pay attention, the juicy and tender domestic cabbage will be gnawed.

As an old father, Lambert is really not in a good mood.

César thought for a while, and comforted his father: "You can propose to lower the legal age of marriage, so that I can marry Lancelot when I go back."

Lambert: "!"

Lancelot whispered to him quietly: "Baby, do you think I didn't die fast enough?"

Cesare: "Will my dad hit you?"

"More than that..." Lancelot continued to whisper to him, "I suspect he wants to kill me."

César comforted him: "I will protect you."

Lambert: "..."

I heard it all!

César raised his head: "Star Delan sounds messy. If you are fine, go protect Ellie. Goodbye, Dad, I will communicate with you next time."

After the polite little prince finished speaking, before Lambert could object, he raised his hand and cut off the communication.

Lancelot held back his laughter, and quickly asked Lucy to send an apology.

César comfortably leaned on the warm human cushion: "My dad has a good temper, don't worry, he won't be angry."

Lancelot squeezed his face, but didn't tell him that during Lambert's most glorious period, no one in the entire league dared to be presumptuous in front of him. This "good temper" was probably only aimed at his youngest son.

César rubbed against Lancelot's face, retracted and leaned back, narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he sprayed all his warm breath on Lancelot's neck: "Use thunder to solve some councilors, although It can win the support of the public, but isn't Feng Na afraid that his actions will break his own muscles if he moves too much?"

Lancelot touched the little beauty's slender waist calmly, listening to him rarely talk about these things.

"When his reputation among the people is getting higher and higher, and he repels the encroaching enemies, he will be revered as a god. Micah told me that now some people on Teraland have started to spread leaflets everywhere to promote Vonna."

César paused, raised his head, and pulled Lancelot's tie to force him to look down at himself: "Aren't you afraid that during your disappearance, Vonna will replace you as the god of the alliance?"

Numerous experiences clearly show that time is a very useful and terrible medicine.

It not only heals wounds, but also erases traces of one's existence.

A long life does not improve people's memory, and people are forgetful, especially when there are substitutes.

Just like Lambert, who had forgotten his former glory, at this critical moment, Vonner appeared, and his actions were just like Lancelot turning the tide back then and fighting the enemy back from where he came from— As long as Feng Na successfully solves the mess in the council and sweeps the enemy out, he will become a more well-deserved patron saint of the alliance than Lancelot.

The countless glory of the past will be picked up again by the people, and they will worship with excitement and devoutness.

What happens after that?Lancelot, who cheated to death, returned to Planet Delan, would he still have a foothold?

César's way of thinking about problems has always been very simple. People can be divided into those who can be beaten and those who cannot be beaten, and things can be divided into those who can do and those who must resist. It is the first time to think carefully about Lancelot's matter , frowning tightly.

But Feng Na did the right thing. When Lancelot disappeared, everyone needed a spiritual support.

Before he could figure it out, his chin was raised, and Lancelot kissed the corner of his lips with a smile: "What kind of god is not a god, whoever loves it will be whoever it is."

César rubbed against him, rejecting the restless kiss, and insisted on thinking about this question: "When will you go back? What if... um..."

Lancelot kissed him precisely, put one arm around his waist, put one hand on his buttocks, and turned back to the room steadily: "Why do you think so much, kid?"

César subconsciously put his arms around his neck, put his legs around his waist, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm telling you something serious, I have to go back too, I've been away for so long, otherwise Carl will be suspicious..."

This time, he still couldn't finish his words. Lancelot pressed him onto the bed, stripped him clean, and sneered: "If he had that IQ, he would have hit him a long time ago. Be good, let's get down to business, don't worry." trouble."

César thought to himself that you don't discriminate against anyone, why do you still discriminate against people's IQ, but unfortunately he was out of breath by the forceful kiss, so he could only ask intermittently: "What... business?"

Lord Marshal pretended to die once. He really didn't expect that the clothes would become disposable consumables. He didn't prepare much. After being stabbed and torn two pieces, he finally gained experience this time and carefully took them off by himself. Folded it and put it on the bed, pressed it back again, bit his lip, and said vaguely: "I'll do it for you."

César: "..."

Sooner or later, kick this thing to death!

The two stayed in the small supply depot where the light was hard to see for more than ten days, paying attention to the situation outside.

The situation of the alliance is changing every day, the enemies outside are fighting in full swing, and the internal strife on Delan Star has also entered a fierce stage. The congressmen who don't want to stand still use all kinds of shady tricks to try to get rid of Feng Na. Lancelot is also an annoying old man. Unexpectedly, a group of people held a meeting secretly. After the discussion at noon, the content of the meeting was leaked in the evening. For all the people to watch.

In the complete and clear video, the sinister expressions of several highly respected congressmen are unambiguously displayed before people's eyes. Some people who were still supporting them listened to the whole process, and their hearts were cold.

The congressmen who discussed how to deal with people behind closed doors didn't pay attention to their image. Apart from thinking about how to kill Feng Na, they also insulted the Union Marshal who died in battle many times.

——This is something that even Feng Na didn't expect. Under the impetus of some people, the prestige of the deceased is higher than his.

The people missed the former God of War, and even regarded the snowflake symbol on the flag of the army under Lancelot's direct command as an object of faith and carved it into amulets.

They watched the current affairs with anxiety and fear, praying that the Alliance could successfully overcome this difficulty under the blessing of the God of War.

Under such circumstances, Feng Na, who had just cleaned up the parliament, had no choice but to use the slogan "to protect the alliance, to avenge the marshal", gathered his troops, and prepared to fight back fiercely.

It was extremely lively outside, but inside the small, quiet space station, the atmosphere was warm. César and Lancelot either watched the series or the alliance drama every day.

Until the army that was about to march eastward and prepare to drive the allied forces outside the territory out of the alliance was assembled, with Feng Na as the commander and Lambert as the deputy commander.

Lancelot finally took action and frequently contacted David who had passed him first-hand information.

César was also ready to leave.

In the new star calendar year 592, at the end of April, snow falls in some places in the universe, and the sun is scorching in some places, but Delan is still as warm as spring.

The soldiers who hadn't embarked on the journey were anxious about whether this battle was life or death. In the small space station, César was picked up and kissed Lancelot a long kiss. His lips were finally parted. Eye sockets turned slightly red: "I'm going back."

Lancelot let him go with a smile and nodded: "Be careful on the road."

It's like talking to a child who is about to leave for school.

César's lips trembled, and he pulled into his sleeve. After a long while, he uttered a few words with difficulty: "You don't want to die."

"Can't die."

Lancelot patted his head, paused, simply picked him up, put him in the palm of Micah who had been waiting for a long time, knelt down, held his hand, and kissed the back of his hand: "Wait for me to come back propose to you."

César: "I'm not yet of legal marriage age."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "I asked them to amend the marriage law, who dares to say a word?"

Well, the Alliance Marshal is so arrogant.

César liked Lancelot like this very much, and the corner of his mouth was bent: "Okay."