While the blue skies of Chilian are on the minds of many locals, the daylight in Providence is what many colonists dream of, with no harsh sunshine and scorching sunshine that lasts all year round, especially during the moonlit days in Hermes.

Just after 10 a.m. in standard time, the windows in the apartment automatically adjust the light according to the indoor light, and the holographic TV in the hall is on, and a football game is playing in it, Robert is holding a pillar-shaped beer in his hand, his eyes are full of concern and excitement, and he is watching intently.

The championship and runner-up competition of "Wheat Cup", which he was not familiar with, was broadcast live by a local sports channel, and he couldn't help but feel unreal when he thought that his son was on another planet at this time, performing a wonderful performance under the attention of tens of thousands of people.

Robert really didn't expect that Jonny could really lead the team to today, a high school football final that represents the highest level of the whole Chilian, and he is the undisputed focus!

For the support and care he has been giving to his son for so many years, Robert has faithfully executed Steven. Taylor was tasked with recording every match of the Wheat Cup Sabretooth Tigers, and he planned to send it to him through UNDP's colonial supply ship after the event, bringing a touch of family to his boring colonial life.

"Your son?" A voice next to him asked him, which made Robert, who was immersed in pride and concern, remember the man who had been silent behind him.

"Yes, my son." Rob nodded, a little uncomfortable with having such a guy in his apartment.

William. Kramer had come uninvited a few hours ago, and he seemed to be well aware of Robert's half-day off in the game to go home to watch the game.

Robert was not surprised by this, he was just curious about the purpose of the mercenary who had saved him twice, and the other party remained silent, but took out a complex military-grade computer that he carried with him, connected it to the special channel in his apartment, and asked Robert for his high-level access to the Development Committee, of course Robert refused to give it, and he didn't seem to care.

When Kramer began to work on that military-grade device, he didn't refuse Robert to look at it by his side. But Robert, who has a certain foundation in the channel architecture, in addition to knowing what the other party is cracking, does not understand his rambling commands and access information at all, and after watching for a long time to no avail, he has no choice but to turn on the TV and start watching and recording the long-awaited game as planned.

"He's a very gifted kid." After a few hours of busy work, Kramer stopped abruptly, drinking a bottle of beer that Robert had handed him earlier, and watching the game with great interest.

"Really? I didn't know he would have such talent......" Robert blurted out, and it was all true. The reason why he has always opposed Jonny to the sport is because it clearly means nothing to his future, and it still is. But no father is disgusted by his children's achievements, and in fact, he has undoubtedly enjoyed them throughout the course of The Wheat Cup. Anyone has their own hobbies, and Jonny is obviously no exception, as he explains himself.

"You're a terrible father, but it's not all hopeless." Kramer pointed to the tape disc that was being recorded, and Robert smiled awkwardly, but didn't intend to confide in him.

"Look at the layout of your room, there is no trace of a woman, are you a puritan? Or another Donnie. Oakland? Kramer looked at him, with a hint of sarcasm on his unsmiling face, Robert knew what he was talking about Donnie. Ocalan, a serial killer convicted years ago, has a very split personality and a typical cleanliness fetish, killing people with a dagger in a park or alley, all young women, who never recorded any clues until he was last caught by an undercover policewoman who had been in ambush for months and sentenced to life in prison.

"I have a family, and I'm far away in Chilian, and this apartment is rented and rested, and I think you know exactly that." Robert said indifferently.

He has been living in this apartment for the past five years, and is careful to completely isolate his work and life. The guests are all in the bureau, so there are never any visitors, and the three meals a day are also solved outside as much as possible, so there is no fatigue of the hood and saucers. He has put the small living room and hall in order, and the clothes are washed and ironed by automatic housekeeping, and the apartment is simple and clean, which is exactly what he is used to living in.

"If nothing else, your son's team is going to win......" Kramer cocked his neck to take a sip of his beer, and Robert was in disbelief, both staring at the holographic TV as the game reached its final minute and looked like the Sabertooth Tiger was preparing to level the score with a single shot.

"You mean overtime?" Robert couldn't help but say that he was familiar with it during this period, and he had basically figured out the rules of rugby, and he didn't know if Kramer understood this, but as a mercenary who advocated violence, even if he wasn't familiar with the sport, at least he wouldn't even know the rules at all.

"I mean fake kick real pass." Kramer said quietly. "The body of the kicker and the ball are not in a straight line, but slightly off, he is ordered to deliberately kick off, and when he has a thought in his heart, his steps will be faithfully executed."

"Really? I don't believe it! Robert was concerned and confused, and he threw away the mask of precaution and revealed his true nature. finally reached the finals, from not caring at the beginning, to wishing that his son could win the game immediately, so he resisted on his lips, and in his heart he would rather that what Kramer said was the truth.

"Holy! It's true! He saw the kicker come out empty-footed, and the always nervous substitute who was holding the ball passed the ball to Jonny, and it was at this point that his son's team's forward line launched a fierce attack.

"Okay!" Robert couldn't help but scream, he nervously clenched his palms, his eyes were glued to the screen, the court was noisy on TV, and the shouts of the audience even covered the voice of the channel commentator, he saw Jonny rushing left and right, but was surrounded by several opposing players not far from the end line.