Gelst Town Guard

Jiqi opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the girl lying beside him and hugged him like a beloved doll, and showed a somewhat helpless smile.

The girl's face was tranquil and beautiful, and her long eyelashes were like invisible silk threads, entwining Jiqi's heart that had never been opened before. Jiqi doesn't know why she treats Wales so specially, it's like fate, her appearance makes Jiqi's ordinary life without a trace of waves different, like ink dripping from clear water.

When facing Wales, he had an inferiority complex for the first time, which he had never felt before, even when facing the ridicule and sarcasm of countless people in the academy, Jiqi didn't care at all, and he was like a mad dog barking.

Just like Einstein's theory of relativity, it is very different when it comes to the girl who tempts you. Like countless beautiful fairy tales, Cinderella, who came from humble beginnings, needs crystal slippers and pumpkin carts to give her courage to dance with the handsome prince when she faces him. The same is true of Jiqi, when they first met, he did not want to tell a girl as beautiful as an angel that he was a poor man from the slums and had nothing.

However, the beautiful prince didn't care about this, and dragged the timid Cinderella back to the slums and experienced a handful of civilian life. Perhaps, as with most happy endings, the inferiorly Cinderella and the noble prince still come together, despite no one's blessing.

Jiqi giggles and recalls the scene of meeting Wales, who feels like the dumbest fool in the world. He didn't know why he was so nervous at that time, like a hillbilly who had never seen the world and walked into a luxurious Western restaurant, at a loss for what to do in the face of exquisite and beautiful knives and forks.

Just like the old man told him, the shipwreck doesn't care if you're rich or poor, a drunkard or a villain. As long as you are her admiral, the ship's mother will always be by your side until you die for some reason.

Maybe he was cramped at the time and just felt uneasy because of his heartbeat.

Love is something you can't see or touch, but you can really feel its magic. She will make confident people become unconfident, and when they go out, they have to think twice, do they look good in this dress or that dress is handsome? She will make the hearts of calm people beat faster, their faces red, and even their words will become uncomfortable. She is such a magical thing, an existence that cannot be explained by science.

Ji Qi felt that now he seemed to be captured by this magical love, and became the prey that was difficult to escape from the cobwebs, unable to extricate himself, even if he was asked to give his life for the girl in front of him now, he would not hesitate, without frowning. Otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to the girl's request last night to share a bed with her. Perhaps, I can't do without her in this life, Ji Qi said silently in his heart. The movement gently takes the girl into his arms, and he is as happy and satisfied as if he has been given the whole world.

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Corporate Academy Office

The room on the top floor of the bell tower is the most special place in the entire college. Because this is to hollow out the entire clock tower without destroying the original function and structure of a room for office, as for why, no one knows.

Carmel sank into the soft one-seater, leaning back against his desk, looking at the slowly turning hands in front of him, his eyes twinkling. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the office are built against the dial of the clock tower, separated by a layer of translucent glass.

On the chair near the door, a strong man with a beard savored the tea in his hand, quietly watching the figure with his back to him.

The light outside the window casts a shadow of the pointer on the solid wood floor of the room, like an ancient corona, which slowly changes with the movement of the sun.

The large mahogany table in the center is very clean, with only a few models on display. The aircraft carrier model of the Enterprise and the battle model of the Prince of Wales are like gods who control their fate, and the old man controls their fate with an invisible fate line.

In the center of the desk was an open file, a few thin sheets of paper with messages about his next target.

Ji Qi, 19 years old, is the second admiral to graduate with perfect marks in all subjects.

Talent: Increase the level of the buff you can apply to the ship girl according to the number of expeditions, there is no upper limit.

Conclusion: A highly gifted admiral, who advises to cultivate with all his might, is the hope of humanity for the future.

At the beginning of the entire file, there is a photo of Jiqi, who looks delicate, like a good student with excellent character and learning, he tilts his head slightly, very shy.

Mecarron's old bones tapped lightly on the armrests of the sofa, and there was a slight solemnity in his eyes, "Are you still not going to give up?" ”

As if questioning, the old man squeezed the armrests on both sides of the sofa and frowned slightly.

The strong man behind him shook his thick beard slightly, "I just suspect it, and there is no substantial evidence." ”

"No evidence is needed!" The old man waved his hand, "I don't know who else would be so stupid except him, do you really think I don't dare to do anything to him if I still have some use value?" ”

Mercaren was very angry, but he was helpless, once he tore his face, he would be the one who suffered. Like a demon in a cage, once he loses the shackles of the cage, he will die like a madman, no one can stop a madman's determination to take revenge, not even Makallen, not even death, he doesn't want to be bitten by this mad dog that is eyeing him and make him embarrassed.

"But you can't do anything about him." The strong man hit the nail on the head, "If it were you before, you wouldn't tolerate anything that was beyond your control." ”

"That's why I'm where I am." Macallen sighed a little helplessly, "Everyone has a crazy age, and I'm past that age. ”

"But you dare to say what you're doing now, which one isn't crazy." The strong man said, "If there is hell, you will be judged." ”

"But as the ancients said, there is no turning back when you open the bow." Mecaren pointed to the hands outside the window, "Like this bell tower, the gears of fate force the hands to turn, and no one can stop the passage of time." We can only choose to stand on the opposite side of the wheel of history, otherwise we will be crushed by the wheel. ”

"Forget it, I'm also on a thief ship, and there is no way out." The strong man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Whether or not the thief ship has the final say." Macallen stood up, facing the doubter behind her with that old countenance. He asked softly, his voice as low as that of an affectionate poet. "Do you know why I built my office in this bell tower?"

The strong man put down the teacup in his hand and shook his head, waiting for the old man's explanation.

"Because that's my last hole card." Mercaren straightened his index finger and tapped hard at the smooth mahogany table, "The hole card is called the hole card only if you hold it tightly in your hand, otherwise it will only be a bad card that you can't master, and it has no value." ”

"So you still have a backhand?" The strong man spreads his hands, with your most powerful look.

"If only you knew!" Mecaren snorted coldly, he was very dissatisfied with the attitude of the strong man. If he is a serious and upright veteran, then the one in front of him only has a strong sense of comics. Every time I talk to him about something important, he will show that you are the boss and you are awesome. But it always gives people the feeling that I'm perfunctory, that I'm mocking you, like a clown, which makes people angry. According to his own words, he didn't want to do this, maybe it was his own mocking bottom BUFF.

Macallen even suspected at one point that staying with him for a long time would shorten her lifespan.

"And how are you preparing? Did they agree to our plan? "Mecaren pressed her anger and tried to be as calm as possible.

"It's going well, after all, the lord has always been very supportive of our plan." The strong man nodded confidently.

"That's good." Macallen propped her hands on the table, looked at the model ship placed on it, and smiled coldly. "We are like hunters with traps, waiting for their prey to take the bait. No one can escape their heart's desire. ”

"So how are you going to get him hooked? Willing to serve your bad old man? The strong man said he didn't understand.

"That's right, with your IQ, no, I'm afraid it's hard to understand my thoughts." The old man looked disgusted, and he explained slowly. "There must be one and there are two, and with pioneers, there will inevitably be people who will follow in their footsteps."

"So if there is a precedent, there must be the latter, right?" The brawny man struggled to understand Mercarron's advanced psychological tactics, but he was still not convinced that it would work. "You're so sure he's going to take the bait."

"No matter how cunning a fox is, it is still caught and skinned by hunters, and the smarter the prey, the more it will take the bait." The old man said confidently.

He looked up at the spinning clock and smiled eerily, like a demon king who had succeeded in his treacherous schemes, laughing at the ignorance of mortals.

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Deep

The elegant girl looked at the picture of the handsome young man on the table, skillfully playing with the sharp dagger in her hand.

"King, according to their information, this is the goal of our next one." The long-haired girl was expressionless, cold and ruthless.

"Gathering prayers, admirals without an upper limit, it's really incredible." The girl slowly sliced the sharp blade of the dagger with her smooth hand, her eyes mesmerized, and her rosy and seductive cherry lips let out a sound of admiration. The girl stood up, and her gorgeous yukata was painted with ukiyo-e in full bloom.

"And what does the king mean?" The long-haired girl bent slightly, waiting for the king's command.

"Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." The girl's slender hand swept across the young man's slightly skimmed face as if stroking a work of art, and then plunged the dagger in her hand into the table. The blade pierced the young man's white and fragile throat, like a lore, and was killed by the general.

"The fire of revenge has been kindled, and I don't know how much hatred the so-called messengers of justice can withstand us." Like a prophecy, the ethereal voice echoed in the depths of the ocean floor, not stopping.