He Youde confessed his guilt and took the initiative to withdraw from the competition for the first credit, which made Wu Han feel like he was prostration. Even if he insists, he will only be like a clown, and he is destined to return in vain. After hiding his fury and consternation, Wu Han calmly found an excuse to retreat: "Where is the chief, you are one of the triumphant commanders, it is too humble to say this." You are tolerant and elegant, which shows the virtue of cultivation, and I will not punish you. He sat back in his seat, straightened his back, and never showed any expression again.

When He Youde heard Wu Han's cold tone, he knew that he would never be promoted to the deputy director level in his life. He fell to the ground, relieved, and even felt that his current level was enough. The experience of the rest of his life after the catastrophe made him change a lot of concepts.

The trapped camp and the pastoral song both stared intently at He Youde. On this day, they reacquainted themselves with where they grew anew. Although He Youde has no one in his eyes and is stubborn and self-serving, he still repays his life-saving benefactor.

The Valkyries, including Li Zi, were all scrutinizing the madrigal. When they saw that Madrigal was expressionless and unfazed, they couldn't help but wonder why Madrigal was able to maintain his composure, how could he maintain his mask-like numbness in the face of a rare feat in a century? Was the battle not grand enough, or was his ambition unsatisfied? In the confused gaze of the Valkyrie, the indifferent Madrigal was like a difficult code that could not be broken with the available information.

Yes, the madrigal's ambitions were not satisfied. His talent and bravery are far from being interpreted by a regimental commander, he pursues true fairness and desires to rewrite the rules of the world with his sword. His dream is very wild, he hopes that when the children of wealthy families such as Li Zi and Wu Yu train hard under the compulsion of private teachers, the children of the poor families can also get equal educational resources and study hard under the spur of public teachers, so that the poor families will no longer degenerate; he hopes that the hard-working poor families can get a decent income and do not have to force their lovers to endure poverty together; he hopes that the sun can shine on the earth, and he hopes that the five surnames will no longer divide the bright galaxy - he hopes to adopt a strategy diametrically opposed to the faun god to complete the ambition of the same goal!

Because of the suppression of unspeakable ideals, Madrigal maintains unprecedented restraint. He stood in a low-key manner behind the chief of staff, never speaking unless he heard the call, and he numbly maintained a mask-like expression, never giving away his joy and grief easily. Whether it was this stirring triumphal meeting or other occasions that attracted worldwide attention, the madrigal did not allow its own joys, sorrows, and sorrows to bring additional trouble.

Because he wants so much, and his desires are like the infinite universe, forever expanding and never filling. Hanmen has lost everything, so he longs for more.

The first merit was returned to the name of the pastoral song without any suspense, and the god of war ordered the confidential room to draft a draft on the spot and send the merit report materials to the capital. The name of Pastoral will soon resound throughout the four fields, and the order to be transferred to the deputy commander of the regiment will soon be drawn up. The square erupted in a sea of applause, and the camps burst into tearful cheers, and only the people of Dieyi were closely guarded in the designated station, staring blankly in the direction of the thunderous applause.

Madrigal glanced at the cheering crowd, but did not see the shadows flapping his wings, nor the burly body of the ant king. His tense face moved, and the warm eyes made him grit his teeth, and admonished himself to restrain his grief—he suddenly remembered that in order to give himself a lifetime of fame, Dieyi had used the forbidden spell of burning years without hesitation, and sacrificed everything to send Madrigal home, and his last words were to take care of her people.

However, the people of Dieyi made outstanding contributions in the war, but they could not stand at the triumphal meeting and cheer, applaud, and weep with the trapped camp. "Freedom" is just a slogan, "Federation" is just a propaganda need, and perhaps for the Pantheon, assets other than the five major families can be trampled on at will. And the lonely butterfly clan is an excellent object of racial discrimination for the pantheon.

After the triumphal meeting, Madrigal entered the rainforest experience hall alone to rest, and took out the orb left by Dieyi to take a closer look. Yang Ji turned away all the visitors who came to climb on his behalf, and let the madrigal listen to the ballad that echoed in the final battle in front of the window of the rainstorm "crackling".

"The sky is so long, and the wind is so small. ”

"Ang Ang I shepherd, there is a sign of its high. ”

"The pasture is in Germany, and the land is in the people. ”

"The shepherds are even, and the shepherds are benevolent. ”

"The living are vast, and the dead are not hurt. ”

"Pastoral wishes are the light, shining and opening up the territory. ”

"The soul returns, to see the country. ”

Before the song was finished, Madrigal held the orb and buried his head in his knees. He repeated intermittently the sentence "The soul returns, to see the family state", trembling and thinking: "Dieyi, it rains so hard, will your soul return?"

The orb was warm and creamy, and the palm of his hand was filled with a light of comfort.

At this time, Li Zi's question sounded outside: "Can't even see me? You can see who I am with your eyes wide open!"

Yang Ji was loyal to Mu Ge, and insisted that he should not disturb Mu Qi: "Mu Qi has an order, his injuries need to be recuperated, please stop below the rank of deputy battle leader." ”

Obviously, Pastoral Song has been promoted two levels in a row, and there are many people who are trying to cling to it and want to build a good relationship, but Pastoral is closed, and even Li Zi can't stand it, so he comes to knock on the door.

Li Zi gritted her teeth and snorted: "Snobbery is so bright." Didn't he tell you to make an exception?"

Yang Ji knew that between his sister-in-law and his eldest brother, he might have to make a choice that he would regret for the rest of his life. After hesitation, he had no regrets about his choice in his life: "Commander Li, I'm sorry, Mu Qi didn't specifically say that you can make an exception. I don't think Mu Qi is a snob, he just always puts his work first. ”

"Yes, the level of rhetoric can be verified. Li Zi nodded, and raised his voice expressionlessly: "Then you can report the head office, right?"

Madrigal heard Li Zi shouting outside, but he didn't move, like a stone.

"Pastoral, what are you thinking?" Li Zi's voice was full of unwillingness. Her best friends are all pampered, and the loneliest girlfriend she's ever met turned out to be herself—this is still her first love, and Li Zi herself can't believe it. The more lonely she felt, the more stubbornly she wanted to understand the madrigal, and she longed to pry open the closed mussel shell with a knife like a pearl diver, and break open the madrigal's heart, so that she could see it clearly and clearly.

Vaguely hearing Li Zi arguing with Yang Ji, Madrigal clenched the orb, closed his eyes, and turned up the volume of the rainstorm simulator to the highest. The thunderous sound of the rain washed away the madrigal's distractions and brought him back to peace.