Lindbergh Huggins lay triumphantly in the swivel chair, even pressing most of his large body against the back of the chair. The office chair, which is only suitable for the Japanese figure, makes an overwhelmed wail.

"Xia Guan officially retired three hours ago." Lindbergh lazily pointed to the potted plant on the table, two ovoid leaves just stretched out on the shaggy dwarf branch, "In these three hours, Xia Guan has completely accustomed to retirement life, and is very honestly in love with raising flowers. ”

"This is really my dream retirement!"

"Then what is the reason why the lower official saw your respectable face again, sir?" Lindbergh faced the screen and made an arrogant and dead lip shape of a "dead old woman".

The Commander-in-Chief of the Dimensional Fleet, Lindy Hadwin, frowned in pain as she glared at her former subordinate across the communication screen, carefully considering how to speak.

Colonel Lindbergh Huggins had a typical Viking physique, he looked to be forty years old, over 195 tall, with thick arms, a scar on his throat, and a blue scalp under his head that was less than half a centimeter long, making him look like a professional soldier.

It's just that he is now wearing a rather expensive black suit, without a tie, and the two buttons above the white shirt are not buttoned, but open casually. With his casual expressions and movements, as well as a smirk that seems to be on his face, he looks like a gold medal fighter in a gang that is one of the most famous gangs even in Tokyo.

For any life in the multiverse that claims to be intelligent, dealing with the same Sith Lord is a very unpleasant memory. This group of explorers of the dark side of the Force were able to capture the fluctuations of fate in the Aether Sea, and few lies could fool the Sith, not even the well-intentioned.

What's even more hateful is whether the mouth of the Sith, who is better at disguise than the shapeshifters, is a shameless lie or a discovery of their conscience, I'm afraid only God knows.

Commander Hadwin decided to postpone the discussion about her age, telling the truth: "Colonel Huggins, three hours ago, the General Directorate of the Union received a courier from you with a female elf, the dying kind. She paused to see Lindbergh raise her eyebrows, expressing her surprise and curiosity appropriately and cooperatively, before she continued, "The package appeared directly on the lady's desk...... You know what I mean. ”

Lindbergh reluctantly climbed out of his armchair, which also made a reluctant noise, and he turned the comms screen upside down, and the image of Commander Hardwin on the screen was finally normal.

"Xiaguan always thought that the alliance was omnipotent."

"In the infinite multiverse of possibilities, we can't do any better than our single-celled ancestors in the oceans billions of years ago."

"That Xiaguan, a small retired casual person, can't do too much. Xiaguan has no acquaintances, and there is no online banking account, and it was not Double 11 yesterday, it was not something I bought, please dispose of it at will at will of the General Affairs Office. If you can find the courier, please help me fill in the word 'reject', thank you. ”

Lindbergh lay down on his back again, closed his eyes, and almost put a striking note saying "It's none of my business" on his face.

The chair creaked again.

The commander flattened his mouth to hold back his anger, thinking that the retirement report of this disrespectful former subordinate had been signed by himself a few hours ago, and the words "salary thief" were swallowed back.

She continued what she didn't finish: "The message card reads: If you want to find a master, accept an apprentice first." ”

Then she saw Lindbergh on the other side of the screen slowly raise his head, and there was a slight blood-colored glint in his tyrannical eyes.

Hardwin knew that this was a redundant photon leak caused by the overload of jumper wires from the Xenolake biocomputing chip implanted in the brains of his former subordinates. Despite this, she still felt that her skin, even through the screen, was stung by this red light.

Lindbergh rubbed his face, and the two looked at each other through the screen for a while, the red glint in his eyes dissipated, and he shook his head and sat up a little.

"This is definitely not a good idea, Your Excellency Commander, Xia Guan already has a disciple. The Sith lineage can only be one mentor and one disciple. ”

The female commander raised her eyes and thought for a moment, and asked with an obvious pretense of some uncertainty, "You mean your little girlfriend?" ”

Ahem...

Don't look away from the bad middle-aged people with weak hearts.

Why everyone thinks so! The shameless Lindbergh whispered.

The room fell silent, save for the clatter of the wall clock on the wall. Combined with Lindbergh's subconscious voice pointing on the table, there is an inexplicable sense of rhythm one after the other.

Commander Hadwin waited patiently for the Sith Warriors' final decision.

"No one wants to go to the way of the Sith, but everyone does so willingly. I say that, do you understand? Your Excellency, Commander.

”

When it comes to the legacy of the Sith, the bad middle-aged finally let go of that annoying set of daily disguises and shameless smirks. The life of a Sith warrior is usually a magnificent one, but the Disciple is definitely one of the highest waves of all. Commander Hadwin straightened slightly, signaling that he was listening.

"Nothing can force a man to follow the path of the Sith, you can't, I can't, the Force can't, fate can't do. Commander Hadwin, I can't guarantee anything to the Alliance. ”

"You don't need to guarantee anything, it's your delivery, isn't it?"

After a burst of teleportation, a dark-haired elf, or more like a corpse, appeared on the cheap carpet of pseudo-wool in Lindbergh's room. It was a huddled body, just like we were in our mother's palace. The girl's appearance can be seen from the figure, and the blood stains of the big canopy are centered on the mouth and throat, and the spray covers the entire upper body. The dried blood and dirt made the long black hair clump in the face, barely visible.

The lower body that can barely see the color, wearing an expensive silk skirt of lake green, and too complicated lace, seems to be the style of some kind of wedding dress. It's just that the large wet blood stains in the lower abdomen, and the huge blood hole that can be faintly seen in the lower abdomen, made Lord Sith's brows jump.

The girl had no shoes, her hands clutched tightly in the dirt, and her nails were all cracked because of the exertion.

Lindbergh whistled, "Wow, did this chick just get out of her anatomy class at medical school!" ”

"Colonel Huggins, this joke is terrible!"

For the first time today, Commander Hardwin couldn't hide his anger.

This beautiful blue-haired aunt is strong, modest, impartial in dealing with problems, and deeply loved by the whole fleet. Only on the issue of women's rights did His Excellency the Commander sometimes seem too harsh.

She is said to be one of the leaders of the famous feminist organization MeToo, which Lindbergh has heard of. I am afraid that the miserable appearance of the elf in front of him has touched some sensitive nerves of His Excellency the Commander.

Recognizing this, Lindbergh sneered at his poisonous tongue. He's a scoundrel, and he's certainly not fond of Dimensional Fleet, but that doesn't mean he can touch the scales of a powerful legendary magister at will.

"Okay." Lindbergh raised his hands in surrender, "You'll have to let me check first." ”

He crouched down with a frown and lifted the girl's clothes. Sure enough, in the lower abdomen, a blood hole bloomed, and something seemed to crawl out of it.

With his neck almost cut in half, the killer seems to be a very emotional guy, and this precise wound allows the victim to slowly enjoy the torment of death in the midst of suffocation and blood loss.

Lindbergh praised the wound, he pinched his chin and thought about it for a long time, whether he had praised it in front of Hardwin, he really didn't want to add another black account to the little notebook of His Excellency the Commander.

"What do you think?" Lord Hardwin's voice came from behind, "What's the conclusion?" ”

The commander-in-chief of the dimensional fleet is a real busy man, and she would rather spend time here with this lying Sith warrior, on the one hand, because of the importance that the lady directly belongs to this matter, and on the other hand, it also represents her own attitude.

This seriousness forced Lindbergh to bite the bullet and continue to work seriously.

"A stupid summoning, they seem to want to embody some kind of dark concept."

"Colonel Huggins, it seems that the courier was not sent to you by chance."

"Who's to say it isn't."

Lindbergh had indeed seen through what had happened to the elven girl from the beginning, and the dark aura that remained in her blood was too thick. The Sith Warriors are explorers of the dark side of the Force, and their understanding of the dark forces is far greater than that of their peers.

"You just said, a stupid summoning." The Commander-in-Chief took a little interest in the topic, "Is it the Dark Serpent, one of the Twin Serpents of Chaos?" Many planes have this concept. ”

"If you don't examine the mess of aboriginal titles, it doesn't seem wrong that your statement is true."

Lindbergh affirmed the judgment of His Excellency the Commander, and it was not an unthinkable fact that a legendary mage had a slight knowledge of the summoning of darkness.

"But I don't quite understand." After receiving the confirmation of his subordinates, the powerful legendary magister was even more puzzled, "Although the awakening of darkness is illegal, but ......" She looked at the poor girl elf on the ground who did not know her life and death again, "Even if it is an evil god, he will not do such a job, right?" ”

Darkness Awakening, the fifteen-ring arcane artefacts, can make the dark power of the plane manifest and descend on the main material plane. The world that has been unleashed by this spell will inevitably tilt in the direction of the dark forces in the future.

Overall, this is a macroscopic evil spell, however, this spell is not known for its complexity and depth. In Lord Hardwin's list of standard spells, this spell emphasizes communication and synchronicity, with most of the substantive steps being done in the spiritual realm.

All in all, it certainly excludes ** and torture.

That's what Commander Hardwin, the legendary Magister, wondered.

"It has nothing to do with evil. Your Excellency, let me say bluntly, it seems that you have been in a position of power for too long, and you are somewhat out of touch with the reality at the grassroots level. Lindbergh smiled, he wasn't worried that Commander-in-Chief Hardwin would take his black account because of this blunt remark, "Your Excellency seems to take the higher planes for granted as common sense in these remote planes. ”

"Tell me, Colonel Huggins." Commander Hardwin nodded, showing no displeasure. This conscientious and responsible senior member of the alliance has always been as good as a stream. Otherwise, she would not have been able to stand out in the complex plane work of the Alliance.

"Ignorance and evil are often twins, especially in backward and remote planes." Lindbergh summed it up in one sentence, and then came up with a brilliant analogy.

"Your Excellency, may I ask what is the standard practice of the good, evil, and neutral camps if they want to get an egg?"

His Excellency Hardwin did not expect this unruly subordinate to sell the guanzi, but this is a matter of common sense, and it has long been settled in the high-level forum.

"If it's the good camp, they will feed the hens more rice. If it's the evil camp, it will directly kill chickens and take eggs. If it's the neutral camp......" Lord Hadwin raised his eyebrows mockingly, "credit and borrowing to offset the interest of early consumption of installment eggs, but I myself have little interest in this and know very little. ”

The Commander's patience was quite good, and although she didn't understand why Lindbergh asked this common sense question, she was willing to answer it seriously. As long as this disobedient bastard can work hard, she is willing to answer more questions.

"Your Excellency, now you see the fourth approach." Lindbergh pointed to the miserable-looking female elf at her feet and said casually.

"What?"

"This group of hillbillies has a little hen for an egg." The Sith warrior sneered viciously, "This is the case with the backward planes, whose power inheritance is incomplete, and who often perform these specious and appalling foolish acts. Lord Hadwin, that's why I said, it's not about evil, it's purely brain-dead. ”

When the truth was revealed, His Excellency Commander Hardwin pursed her lips tightly, she was shocked at first, and then nodded with some understanding. She pinched her chin and began her own analysis.

"It's not plausible, Colonel Huggins. This is supposed to be a remnant of early homeopathic witchcraft. In the early days of intelligent civilization, sympathetic witchcraft occupied the most important place in the origin of witchcraft. Among them, 'the effect must be the same cause' is the most important theoretical basis for homeopathic witchcraft. Their egg retrieval behavior is likely to mimic normal fertility behavior. And the same cause must be the same effect, so ......"

His Excellency the Commander closed her mouth, and she saw Lindbergh smile and spread her hands, knowing that she had a lot to say. This powerful magister is a good teacher, especially after having a daughter.

It's just that the Sith warrior is not a magic system, and her insight can be described as playing the harp to the cow.