"Tip, come to me, they've arrived." When they received the news from Harrison, Fisher and Angela were lying comfortably on the grass in the business district park. It was full of people relaxing in the cool air, and it looked the same as it was in the Commonwealth at the time.

It wasn't until he had spent almost a month in Winterfell that he realized that the Bermuda city-states weren't all wanted criminals, but also their descendants. Don't dare to be cruel to your father and mother, as long as the child is well educated, it is also a very cute existence, isn't it? No one is born guilty, and they cannot be viewed with colored eyes because of their parents' bad name. This, both Winterfell's education and Winterfell's creed, seemed to Fisher to be far higher than the Federation and the Empire.

Picking up the frisbee that the children threw when they were playing and flying back, while feeling a little frustrated by their innocent "Thank you uncle", Fisher patted Angela's long legs, "Let's go, Harrison is looking for us." It should be Bell and Chris who have arrived. It was unusually light, but Angela could read the excitement in his heart.

Fisher pressed his steps so that Angela could follow her, Angela smiled and pushed him, and Fisher was not pretentious, pulling his legs and running wildly.

"So...... You're coming so fast. When Fisher pushed open the door to Harrison's office, Harrison was saying something to the two people sitting in front of him, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw Fisher push the door in.

The two who were sitting turned around, and the moment they saw Fisher, they jumped up and pressed him to the ground.

"Wow!" Fisher struggled to keep the two from pulling his pants off.

Angela couldn't take it anymore and coughed.

Blonde-haired Bell? Grace looked up and was dumbfounded, with her hands still on Fisher's belt. In contrast, Chris with glasses? Winston was very calm, he let go, stood up, patted the ashes, smiled quietly, as if he had just pulled Fisher's pants just now, and stretched out his hand: "Hello this beauty, I'm Chris?" Winston, from ......"

Fisher lay on the ground and said lazily: "That's your sister-in-law, call your sister-in-law." ”

Chris and Bell glanced at each other, and the two of them threw themselves into the cause of pulling Fisher's pants again, and yelled at the struggling Fisher: "Why do you have such a beautiful girlfriend!" ”

"You damn cash!"

"Burn you treacherous bastard."

……

The three of them scuffled on the floor of Harrison's office, and Angela looked at Harrison with amusement and shouted "Indecent beast, perverted" and glanced at Harrison.

Harrison hurriedly waved his hand, "I didn't know that they were so 'passionate', but I knew at most that they did have a good relationship." ”

"Huh? Little Shabi, where's your hand? Bell suddenly stopped and looked at Fisher.

When Chris heard this, he also stopped. The two were silent.

"Isn't that good?" Fisher lay on the ground, and didn't care that his pants were half pulled off, and just lazily raised his hands for the two of them to watch.

Chris looked at his mechanical arm, which had dark red streaks in the black, but didn't speak. Bell grasped it and looked at it carefully, "How...... Why is it gone? ”

Fisher withdrew his hand and looked at him like an idiot, "When I wake up, it'll be gone." ”

Bell was silent.

Fisher waved his hand indifferently, "Actually, it's pretty good, you don't have to." At least your sister-in-law thinks it's no different. ”

Angela rarely didn't come up and kick him.

Fisher stood up, pulled up his pants, and hugged Angela triumphantly, "This is the medical officer in charge of me at the time~"

"Phew!" Bell and Chris took a sip in unison, wondering how they hadn't had this kind of luck at the time.

"Then you take them to see Renault, and let Fisher tell you the rest." Harrison waved his hand in motion.

As the four of them walked out of Harrison's office, Fisher turned back to them and said, "Where did the bald head tell you just now?" ”

Bell looked at Chris, who said, "Just about how you got to Winterfell." ”

Fisher touched his head, and Bell asked him impatiently, "What about Renault?" He's in Winterfell too? Where is he? He wasn't ...... then."

Fisher interrupted him, "That's not Renault, it's just Reynold's...... Maybe it's a clone, the big bald head doesn't figure it out now. ”

"Hah!" Bell and Chris took a deep breath in unison, looked at each other, and found that each other's eyes were incredibly shocked. That's a technology that both the Federation and the Empire have blocked.

Fisher nodded at Angela, Angela took out the notebook in her bag, Fisher took it and threw it to Chris, "Let's go, tell it as you go, this story is not easy to tell a long story short." I'll tell you first, lest you waste your time. ”

"Huh?"

……

Several people stood in front of Renault's iron house, and Bell and Chris were listening to a novel with a complete expression. Fisher handed the card Harrison had given him earlier and swiped it to the guy on duty at the door. I've been here a lot lately, and several of the guys in shifts know him. Fisher pressed the code on the access control and said sullenly: "Don't get too excited later." ”

"Huh?" Bell sipped a cigarette and Chris frowned.

"I'm not going to go in yet." The door opened, Bell's cigarette fell to the ground, Chris turned to look at Fisher, Fisher nodded, although he had mentioned Renault's situation before, but the two of them obviously didn't think about it so seriously.

"Go ahead, the computer can talk to him, but he's only awake for about 25 minutes a day." Fisher patted Chris on the shoulder and pushed the two forward.

The iron door slowly closed, and Fisher could see through the gap that the two of them were still shocked, not moving.

Fisher took out a cigarette and handed it to the little brother on duty, who took it with a smile and put it on the small table. He lit one too, and sat down against the wall, Angela crouching to his right, holding his hand.

The new robotic arm had been fitted with a lighter at his strong request, and he had grown accustomed to the feeling of using the robotic arm to rub a cigarette.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and watched as it slowly rose, spread, and dissipate. Then he looked at the ground and said softly to Angela, "The days of leisure are almost over. ”

Angela didn't speak, just hugged his right hand, rubbed the ring on their fingers, and rested her head on his shoulder.

The two were silent.

Soon after, the iron door slowly opened, Fisher looked at his watch, and in less than 25 minutes, he sighed, it seemed that Renault's time was running out. He flicked off the fourth cigarette in his hand and stood up, seeing two faces that were pregnant with pain and anger in the same silence.

"Let's go, it's time to go talk to Harrison."