Under the words of the fat officer, she stared at the young man in the corner for a long time, but it was just unexpected, and the woman suddenly said, "I'm tired." I went back to rest. ”

The fat officer was stunned, "You're not curious at all?" ”

"Young lecturers at the Academy, what are the needs of me that deserve my special attention? Even if he is the kind of person you call "not hypocritical", I should not have the necessary reason to meet him. The maid skirt with the lace edge of the woman, who did not pretend to hide herself, turned around and brought a circle of scattered ripples, and waved her hand at the fat officer, "Anla...... Have a good dream. ”

Looking at the woman's turn, the fat officer felt that the woman's xìng grid was really simple and powerful.

But her life seems to dictate this simplicity and power.

"I forgot to tell you something...... the fat man shrugged his nose, put half of the cake on the long table, thought for a moment, and then said solemnly, "When you persuaded the royal family to join the garrison reconnaissance battalion as UR73 lieutenant the year before last, and insisted on driving a mecha to patrol the border reconnaissance mission. There was once a scavenging mech there, and the pilot of the mecha has since disappeared from view, and the Empire has not been able to find the man...... And the young man in front of you, he is from planet number. ”

Huge curtains hung from the edge of the banquet hall in floor-to-ceiling lattice windows, and the two men were hidden and inconspicuous behind the carved pillars covered by the curtains, so that this conversation was only between the two people, and no one could listen to it or disturb the conversation between them.

With his words, the woman's slender back gradually tensed like a bow, and for a moment her tone flashed with a thin surprise, "...... Did you find him? ”

It's just that at this time, she looked at the young man, and her mind seemed to instantly capture the scene at that time.

The storm was accompanied by the jǐng flashing lights, and the sharp and rapid resounding of the cockpit. In the rapid transformation of centrifugal force, the woman who has undergone the military training and pilot assessment is also the first time to face the situation of that terrible storm, and the first time to feel small in front of nature...... No matter what status, nobility, or dignity you are, in the face of the sickle of the maggot of the tarsal bones of death, you will feel the despair that cannot be shirked and resisted.

But when she was transferred to the cockpit of the mecha, all kinds of violent deviation centripetal forces were at the mercy of the centripetal force, and the surrounding escort mechs were destroyed one after another, her mecha was suddenly held up by a traction force in the turbulence.

So in the storm of hurricane involuntarily, she felt a sense of security in her heart for the first time.

In her life, she never needed a helping hand. On the contrary, there are many people who are waiting to be favored by the opportunity she gave up. Under her hands that have turned the clouds and clouds, she can promise a prosperous future for those who wish for her heart, or she can make the evildoers irreversible.

However, this is how she was, but at that time, she was grabbed by a scavenger's mecha, stretched out her hand, and escaped from the purgatory field against the raging whirlwind of destruction.

She got rid of Yīn as quickly as she could, like a true Norman, but she would wake up from the night every now and then, huddle under the curl of the curl under the curtains with her legs in her arms, trembling slightly.

The tattered mecha finally left, the glow of the garbage star glow on the bumpy surface of the mecha flashed hideous burrs, and even the torn wound was still leaking black and brown oil outward, originally in the middle of the cockpit, but it was a big hole deep enough to see the internal damaged parts and electric light, there was no driver, and even she once suspected that there was no driver in it at all, but something similar to the ghost of Huangquan.

The bloated and hideous mecha body turned away, each step permeated with the sound of tooth-sore mechanical friction and beeping explosions, making one wonder if it would collapse into a pile of garbage next. But he finally went away, like a wild dog that had gone through a harsh battle, and finally disappeared into the stone forest, wondering if he would seek a place to die quietly.

That's all the memories that Junk Star brought to her.

It's like an old fairy tale that all girls look forward to in their childhood, but this kind of story is overshadowed by a layer of reality darkening. No prince who wants to fight for glory and glory travels and then crashes into the fall of the princess, and then a catchy cliché story is spawned.

What to do with only one tattered mech knight picking up garbage?

The point is that I have wondered countless times who this tattered knight is.

What kind of person is he? On the junk star, will it be those mercenaries with hideous scars on their faces, scavengers? Or is it some air thief? Gang?

But those who can take great risks to lend a helping hand to strangers at that time must be ben xìng kind, and such a person is unlikely to be hideous, even if he is hideous...... How old is he?

Tall or short, fat or thin?

Will it be a middle-aged man who smells of engine oil, or an old man whose teeth are about to fall out. These two kinds of people are most likely, because they have enough experience to control mechas, and in a place like Junk Star, very few young people can be qualified to obtain a resource like a mecha, even if it is a waste scavenging mecha......

She used to think about it when she couldn't sleep.

He would draw a picture of a bloated, fat, crooked mecha with his slender fingers on the electronic light curtain, and then occasionally laugh like a snake, "Heh, tattered knight...... Rag Knight...... Kasimov......"

So she saw the young man, and this was the third time she had looked at him, and it was far from what she had imagined, but it didn't seem to be strange.

The handsome face, the eyes are like the ancient starry sky, black and bright, but there is some kind of unknown mystery that cannot be reached. Just like the tattered mech she couldn't see through. It's like the legend that the girl Alice was frightened and cried at the first sight of the god Kasimov, who was hideous on the outside but kind on the inside.

It is an old story of the Empire, about a noble girl named Alice, who was persecuted by her noble uncle and hid in a bell tower in desperation, where she encountered a terrible monster Kasimov, who was uglier than a ghost, and she was frightened and cried, throwing all kinds of things in her hands, trying to drive it away, and even stabbing the other person with a dagger she carried...... After a few days and nights with the monster, she finally learned that the monster turned out to be an ancient god of creation, and the abscess on the monster's body was carrying the wounds of human filth, and the noble pursuers arrived, and the god of creation Kasimov saved the girl with great might, and finally named the good girl Alice as the king and ruled her territory.

There is another version of the story, in which Alice ruled the country, and political enemies coveted her power and were jealous of her beauty, so they set off a coup d'état, in which Alice was executed. Kasimov, the creator god, arrived, deeply aware of the depravity and cruelty of the world, he hugged the girl's corpse, and also gave up his eternal life, and then disintegrated, and the entire dimensional world collapsed in the funeral.

But the "Kasimov" in her eyes is not the ugly and eccentric-looking god in the legend...... It's just the way it looks.

Her heart, which should have been unwavering, actually accelerated slightly.

But at this time at the banquet, she was still just a maid.

She stood still, listening to Tian Fatman's voice ringing in her ears.

"His fate was more complicated than he first thought, almost disappearing, and it took some luck to find him. So it can be ruled out that it was a deliberate rescue. ”

"I almost missed out on being able to make you, the Secret Honoror of the Sixth Purple Star Order of the Empire, and it may have taken a lot of effort and hard work to find him." The woman's tone was still not affected by the strange throbbing in her heart at this time, it was flat and pure, and after a moment of silence in place, her slender legs stepped forward, but instead of forward, she turned around.

“… After that, someone will give him the rewards and rewards he deserves, so be it. ”

These words contained a lot of information, first of all, she understood the matter, and then she would order that someone would give the young lecturer that Tian Fat had found a reward worthy of his righteous and courageous deeds. In the end, she was leaving, leaving the banquet and returning to her own world.

Put this qiē in secret, no one will know that that young man, who is the "tattered knight" on the garbage star, will get the rich reward he deserves, so that his status at this time is guaranteed to rise countless steps immediately, and he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, as long as the Norman family speaks well in this empire, he and his wife, children, and family will be respected and blessed for their bravery.

That's how it should be, that's the end of the story.

So be it.

Looking at the woman who was about to leave, Tian Fatzi was silent for a moment and said, "I really don't plan to meet him and talk?"

The woman turned her head sideways and smiled at the fat man, her expression unexpectedly showed a kind of distant melancholy, and said, "Good people should have the best life." ”

These words seem simple but not simple.

What is the best life?

Glory and wealth, and power is monstrous?

It's not as good as a calm and serene passing year.

In the small courtyard villa by the quiet lake, the beautiful wife handed over the fragrant coffee under the dappled sun, the three or five friends on the lawn bragged and fart, arguing about the chicken or the egg first, arguing about whether the woman had a thin waist or long legs, and there might be a golden retriever lion dog on the ground, running around at his feet, and then pounced into the arms of the beautiful hostess sitting on the bench, showing affection.

So no matter how much the woman tried to unmask the god Kasimov, she knew that it was just another naïve fantasy of herself.

She could easily give him a grand life, but she may have dragged him into the abyss of the hidden whirlpool of the future of the empire. Or what was given to him made him lose his original goodness and purity, and became very different from what he originally envisioned.

Power is heaven and hell, ** is glycol and poison.

She does not harm him.

Tian Fatzi seemed to understand the content of her words, nodded silently, bowed slightly, and watched her leave

only finally said, "I hope your avoidance is not because you are afraid of facing him." ”

It's like scaring a rabbit's ears, like brushing the lioness's tail. It's like a quiet lake in the forest being smashed down by a meteorite falling from the sky.

Her eyes narrowed, and her amazing face suddenly had a clear flavor, and the mocking flames that erupted from her tone seemed to burn a qiē, making the world shake a little, "Why am I afraid to face him."

All who have seen her will be frightened by her delicate and fierce appearance at the moment, and her expression and tone are often knife-edged, which can easily make the offended person full of holes.

But in front of him, the fat man who won the sixth knight of the Purple Star Order of the Empire, with an expression that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, pouted at the end of the banquet hall, and where he gestured, a woman clasped her hands together, as if chanting and praying, and looked at Milan Rand of the Rand family in the hall. A collective "so handsome" like peach blossoms scarlet look.

The maid dressed woman immediately raised her eyebrows, and the expression of a pair of big eyes on her blown-up skin seemed to turn this fat officer into a roast pig.

Her face changed dramatically in the sunny day, no less than the red storm that she had experienced on the garbage star.

Then she turned around, took a deep breath, stepped out on her long legs, and stepped into the hall.

Her slender figure began to stand proudly as she walked, and the maid's skirt went away with the wind, and she walked out under the curtains, and walked past the side of the column, and her body line drew a brilliant trajectory in the banquet hall, like a frightening ...... Pointing directly at the handsome man in the corner of the banquet, inconspicuous but somewhat indescribably attractive.

Lin Hai saw those eyes, saw the amazing figure, and calculated the trajectory according to the engineer's thinking, indicating that the woman's target was herself.

Not far away, Lu Manna and the housekeeper Uncle Wang bowed their heads and whispered something to the housekeeper who were also discovering this woman walking towards him, and their eyes kept patrolling the approaching man and woman.

Although he was mentally prepared, in the face of the woman's big and black eyes, Lin Hai made a "pop" in a certain part of his chest and lungs, trying to keep calm, but his heart still jumped uncontrollably.

“…… It's coming."

This passage of the god Kasimov is in "Notre Dame de Paris".

By the way, this title is very good, and it has the bright eyes of my imagery.

By the way, ask for a sympathy vote for the person who crawled out of the small black house