027 Fire Lion King
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As Frem took back the epaulettes of the Imperial Rear Admiral and walked out of the Imperial Royal Fleet Headquarters, he felt strange eyes all around him, and when he walked farther away, he could still hear the whispers of the other officers.
"It's not the same to have a strong father, after the failure of such a heavy dΓ , he can still be reinstated and become a deputy commander. If it were us, I'm afraid we would have been dealt with by military law, and our lives would be gone......"
"Be quiet...... Don't let him hear ......"
Frem suddenly remembered that after that defeat, he returned to the headquarters to be punished, and he was surrounded by the same eyes and discussions.
"Oh, this is Admiral Daizer's son. That so-called 'Fire Lion King'? β
"What 'Fire Lion King', it's just that he was sent to the easiest battlefield by relying on the relationship of the deputy commander, and he was lucky not to lose! As a result, it will not work when it comes to the main battlefield. β
"Anyway, he still has that 'pit viper' as the chief of staff, if it weren't for him, that kid wouldn't have gotten the title of 'Fire Lion King'!"
"I was defeated by a little girl with only five people, if I were to cut himself directly, would he still have the face to come back?"
"It's the noble Dazer family, I heard that their family is the only heir to him, can the deputy commander let him die?"
At that time, when these discussions were heard in his ears, Frem's heart was completely pinched, and his mind was also in chaos.
The son of Ronald Detzel, a high-ranking imperial general and a member of the noble House of Lords, he grew up listening to gossip. But he carried the pride of the Dyzer family and worked hard. At the age of 16, he was admitted to the Royal Military Academy, graduated with honors at the age of 21, and obtained the rank of major general at the age of 25. His career as an officer was smooth and he did not encounter any setbacks.
He has always believed that by his own efforts, he can become an excellent emperor. He never thought that it was his father who made this qiΔ come to fruition. After that defeat, he received little substantive punishment because of his father's connections.
He was unwilling to be defeated by Angelia, and he was even more unwilling to control everything he wanted to be in the hands of his father.
He was pinned on by his father since he was a child, and he didn't want to disgrace the Dazell family. However, after that failure, everything changed. His record and ability were questioned, and his father was very disappointed in him. He had never suffered such a setback, and at that time he could only rely on alcohol to numb himself.
And now, he can go with the fleet as the deputy commander of the next campaign, also thanks to his father.
In addition to shocking and grieving him for the total destruction of the Blazing Knights' fleet, he also understood that as the commander of the fleet and the commander of the battlefield, if it was not good, the entire fleet and countless soldiers would be buried with him. So he secretly made up his mind that he must be more mature this time, not only to be ashamed, but also to prove to others that he did not rely on his father's relationship to get to where he is today.
So this time, he ignored the discussion and walked out of the door of the headquarters with a determined gaze.
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Kylint Luther felt like he hadn't seen his boss and friend Frem in days. The gravitational-wave radar developed by the Royal Academy of Sciences is in its final stages of testing, and can be equipped on every ship as long as it is tested in guΓ², which means that they will soon launch an onslaught against the rebels under the leadership of Admiral Ronald Daizer.
Kelint noticed that after returning from Brovicco, Frem had changed a little, and he had become silent, not like he used to be, and he didn't know if it was because he had seen the rebel girl, or because the Blazing Knights' fleet had been wiped out.
Kellient had watched Frem be decadent, but he did not advise his superiors because he felt that Frem could get out of the situation on his own, otherwise he would not be worthy of being his captain. But what he didn't expect was that the opportunity for Frem to regain his confidence turned out to be an encounter with the rebel girl.
He had a faint uneasiness in his heart, as a good friend of Frem, he didn't want Frem to have any connection with the rebels, he firmly believed that if he got involved with the rebels, he would ruin the efforts of Frem, and he must not allow this to happen.
He went to look for Frem, only to be told by Dazer's butler that Frem was not at home. Unable to reach the telecom, Kelint thought carefully and then immediately set off for Fishton Lake.
Nestled in the Feston Forest on the western outskirts of Bergos, Festonlake is a picturesque camping area. Kelint was driving down a forest road when he finally saw a familiar red sports car parked on the side of the road. Kelint pulled over and saw a vague figure on the lake in the distance through the window, but the conspicuous red hair could be seen at a glance. Kelint got out of the car and walked towards the lake.
The figure came closer, and his surroundings became clearer.
In front of you, you can see a small garden, with colorful flowers swaying in the humid air with a faint fragrance. Most of the flowers here are unnamed, they just show their grace towards the sun.
These flowers were planted by Frem himself, and no one knew about his hobby, in Frem's words, as a high-ranking officer of the Empire, he was a little embarrassed to make flowers and plants like an old man, so he only sued Kelint alone.
Frem was busy watering the flowers with a small kettle, and he didn't notice a man behind him.
"I knew you were here." Kelint's cold voice came from behind, and Frem shook his hand and almost threw the kettle out.
"Kellint, why are you here?" The red-haired man put down the kettle and walked over to his friend.
"I can't reach you, and you're not at home, so I'm guessing you're here." Kelint looked at the flowers, there were really many more varieties than the last time he came, and this guy Frem really planted the flowers that he brought back from other planets last time.
"Uh, my commune seems to be dead, sorry." Frem sneered, "Is there anything wrong with me?" β
"It's okay, I can leave when you're still alive." Kelint turned to leave. Frem stopped him with a black line: "Hey, hey!! Don't go! Can't I apologize to you? β
The silver-haired cold man turned his head back, and when he saw his friend's sincerity, he relaxed his tone: "The battle is imminent, Captain, your mind should be on the next battle." β
"I understand this." Frem sat on the edge of the garden, looking at the petals full of water droplets, "I've been drawing up a strategy for a long time, and I'll actually go to you to study the strategy after taking care of the garden today." β
"Really?" Kellint also sat down, "It looks like you're finally out of the slump, good." β
Frem smiled self-deprecatingly, "What, do you think I'm going to be depressed forever?" How can I say that it is also a rear admiral of the Imperial Royal Fleet. Even if this major general doesn't live up to his name, I have to hold on. β
A gentle breeze blows, rippling the calm surface of the lake in the distance, and the wind smells of fresh lake water.
"It's good to have this realization. It seems that my worries are unwarranted. Kylint's silver hair fluttered in the wind, "You're ready to take on that female rebel." β
Hearing this, Frem paused, he glanced at Kelint, that cold face could never see his affection: "Kelint, this is how you underestimated me." That encounter with Brovico will not affect my determination to destroy the rebels. Not to mention, the total destruction of the Blazing Knights' fleet also gave me a reason to take revenge on them. β
Kelint didn't speak, but nodded.
Frem picked up a stone and threw it into the lake, and the stone jumped a few times on the surface of the lake and submerged in the water: "Actually, I'm more worried about Prince Keller." β
After hearing from Frem that the person who kidnapped Angelia was Keller, the second prince of the empire, Kellint thought about it carefully and understood the prince's plans and ambitions. But they didn't have conclusive evidence to denounce him, not to mention that the prince's usual image was too good, and no one would believe them.
"You can rest assured of that for the time being." Kellint said lightly, "The purpose of Prince Keller's kidnapping of that female rebel, I guess is to use it to put all the charges of assassinating the emperor on the rebels, and then wait for the opportunity to usurp the throne." This shows that he himself is not sure that he will achieve the ultimate goal. He won't do anything until he's thought it through. β
"I hope so. This battle is in a critical period, and if there is a coup d'Γ©tat within the empire, it is not known how much impact it will have. Frem was still a little worried, he remembered the cruel and cunning feeling he had seen that day, and there was a strong contrast to his elegant image, that prince was definitely a scheming conspirator, how long had he planned to disguise himself to achieve his own ends?
"But we also have to be careful, after all, we already know his plans. I'm afraid he'll find a way to get rid of us, too. Kelint said.
"About that...... In fact, I felt at that time that Prince Keller seemed to be very afraid of His Majesty, and when I said that I would report his matter to His Majesty, the expression of fear he showed was by no means pretended. Frem threw out another stone, "Anyway, let's get someone to keep an eye on it." That prince is like a time bomb in the palace of Alanya, and it may explode at any time. β
Kailinjie nodded and stood up: "I'll go first, and don't forget to attend the first pre-war meeting tomorrow." β
"That's it? Why don't you bring some flowers back to make tea? Frem looked at Kellinth's back, "I've tried it all, it's not poisonous, you can drink it with confidence." β
"Captain, keep it for yourself. I don't have much interest in tea. Kelint just turned to the red-haired man.
"You guy, if you don't cultivate some hobbies, you'll soon become a machine." Frem laughed teasingly, his blue eyes narrowing almost into a slit.
"I have hobbies." The silver-haired man said coldly, "But I don't want to sue anyone. β
"Hey! It's so unfair! I've told you all about my embarrassing interest, and you actually want to hide yourself? Frem jumped to his feet.
"If you win the next battle, I'll sue you." With that, Kelint took a step forward.
Seeing his friend's figure get into the car and drive away from the shores of Feston Lake, Fram sighed deeply.
He turned his head to look at the flowers he had planted with his own hands, the colors so colorful and alluring in the sunlight, attracting countless equally beautiful butterflies.
He didn't know when he developed this hobby, every time he went on an expedition, he would bring back the unique flowers from the local planet, and then plant them here, originally just planted with the attitude of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that under his cultivation, it really slowly turned into a small garden. He kind of understood why the Nova Alliance could grow so quickly, they, like these flowers, had a strong vitality and worked hard to bloom towards the sun that belonged to them.
It's just that he will become the one who will cut off the flowers by hand - no, he should uproot them, leaving not a single seed, not a single rhizome, so that they will never sprout and grow again.
Thinking of the agreement with the rebel girl, Frem's gaze also became firm: "Angelia Lucia, I will definitely defeat you on the battlefield!" Are you ready to bear the wrath of the Fire Lion King? β
He was no longer afraid to say the title that once made him feel like a sarcasm for himself. But now he has finally made up his mind that he wants to become a veritable "Fire Lion King", and he wants to make the rebels tremble when they hear the name.
He's not Ronald Dazele's son, he's who he is, it's Frem Dazere, that's all.