"But the child is always full of praise for you, and all day long, either Jonny is long or Jonny ......is short," Connell smiled.

"Ahem!" Roger frowned, his fist clenched to his lips and coughed at Cornell.

"Anyway, I'm pretty good at you, Johnny. Kent, the person who can make him talk about it for so long, has not had it for so many years, and of course even I don't have such an enviable honor. Cornell smiled at Jonny, and his delicate face made people feel more friendly. He seemed to be visibly looking very good at appearance, his gray hair was shiny back and his chin was unusually smooth, and although he was seated apart, his nose could still faintly smell the vegetal scent of his faint gentleman's perfume.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, JFK, and don't look at him with the worldly view of an elder, no big or small, no seriousness, this is the obvious problem of my old man." Seeing his father's lazy appearance, Roger unceremoniously pointed out to Jonny.

"This is the famous spell of the Clark family. A prodigal followed by a stereotype, as the unlucky guy caught between your grandparents and grandchildren, I really have a hard time. Cornell's smile remained unchanged, as if he had become accustomed to his son's offensive words.

"Well, if anyone can use up the little face that has been preserved in this family, your old man is undoubtedly the first choice of the deserved." Roger leaned back in his seat and counted the landings.

"It may not be a compliment, but I must accept it, son." Cornell said with a smile. "To frame the façade with the glory of the predecessors is undoubtedly a grave of individuality for a poor descendant full of self-consciousness, and what difference is there between a man who loses his choice and simply settles for the status quo and goes with the flow? Besides, perhaps the Clark family, admired by all for their ironic deception, should not have received this honor that would have overshadowed future generations in the first place. ”

"Well, you're starting to do this again." Roger stroked his forehead, his palm covering half of his face, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's true, son, the sooner you accept them, the sooner you embrace the truth." Cornell. Clark retracted his smile and said earnestly.

"You're talking about hundreds of years ago, Commander Roger. Clark led the federal special forces to eliminate the Cyber Leader, right? Jonny asked, curiously.

"False compromise and real betrayal, yes, that is indeed the beginning of all strife." Cornell nodded.

"The beginning of the strife?" Jonny couldn't understand that the Human Federation had never had internal strife since the destruction of the Cybers, and that the independence of the Feathered People and the Kezmians from human power had not led to a large-scale war, and that it had only happened in the past few decades.

"Yes, because of their stupidity, they have put a new tone on the future of humanity that is hard to shake off, and I mean calamity and suffering." Connell sighed and took a gentle sip of wine, stirring in his lips.

"Don't listen to him, Jonny, he is speechless, and his words are not shocking, this is a distinctive characteristic of my old man, his crazy words are baseless, and he may not even believe him when he says them." Roger told Jonny.

"yes, maybe, crazy talk...... "Connell swallowed and continued to sigh. Everyone in the world is drunk and I wake up alone, and the big dream is about the corpse. He smiled at Jonny.

"Uncle, do you mean that the arguments about the betrayal of the cybers are completely false, that humanity has waged the wrong war, thus depriving itself of the support of these ingenious mechanical beings forever?" Jonny threw out the inferences he had been researching for a long time, he had long been immersed in the sea of information, well-read, and pieced together his own views on the cyber battle from many neglected and forgotten classics and historical books, and his words clearly lit up the eyes of a lonely Connor.

"You're such a smart boy, Jonny, and it seems that what Roger said is true." Cornell said happily, and Roger, who was on the side, frowned again, and put on a face of 'Why did you mention me again', and turned to Jonny with an angry glare, gesturing lightly, and a look of 'why do you want to go along with him'.

"Speaking of the betrayal of the Cybers, this is undoubtedly the shameful sorrow of humanity itself." "The infatuation with our own dominance as a species has reached a state of madness," Cornell said, "and the notion of either master or slave is deeply engraved in our pathetic genetic sequence." And suspiciousness, suspicion, jealousy, and lack of trust, these congenital additional faults, really played a considerable role in this unprovoked obsession battle of 'getting rid of dissidents'. "Cornell. Clark said.

"Three hundred years ago, the catastrophe caused by the star Mestra in Chilian directly led to the breeding and expansion of these negative emotions, because family affection or panic about the unknown was the irrational and obstinate Yujin skeptics who first launched the infamous but whitewashed 'Cyber War' by later generations."

"Hey, that's enough, old man, listen to yourself, you don't know what you're talking about." Rodger tried to interrupt his father's generous remarks because of the loud voice that drew the attention of some of the passengers seated in the chair, but Cornell, who was talking vigorously, ignored it.

"In the face of the real struggle of human beings, the cyber people chose to retreat, even in the face of aggressive large-scale war provocations, they had weapons that could obviously be easily lethal, and they tried to be as patient as possible and did not fight back. They tried to negotiate with the humans, but they were rejected again and again by the iron-hearted federal government, until the cyber leaders made the decision to resist partially, and the humans began to suffer certain casualties, and they had to start the negotiation agenda. Connell pinched the goblet in his fingers, shook it slightly, and said to Jonny in a colorful voice.

"But in the midst of these unleashed fogs of falsehood, there is a disgusting deception!" His face was gloomy. "First, the Federation began to send pro-cyber diplomats to contact the cyber emissaries, demanding that their supreme leader, Kubst, personally come to the negotiating table."