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Entering the captain's room, Sylvia saw me come in and hurriedly got up from the bed, looking slightly embarrassed.

"What are you up to?" I noticed that she had a datapad in her hand.

"There's something to learn," she said a little vaguely, "what about you?" Done with work out there? ”

"I'm done, Erdien promises it won't leak. Luckily, a shipload of materials was seized just in time when we needed it. I walked to the table and climbed into a chair and sat down. This bulky, massive steel chair was made for the size of a Space Marine, and mortals sat on it looking empty and untouched, with their feet out of reach of the ground, dangling and wobbly in the air.

"Tired, aren't you? Do you want to get some sleep first? She put away the data board and left the edge of the bed, as if she couldn't wait to get out of the cabin.

"I've been hungry for more than ten hours, so I have to find something to eat first." I say.

She stopped, "Then I'll take you to the restaurant?" Oh, we don't have a restaurant yet, we don't have a special cook, and if you want to eat, you have to pick up raw meat and make it yourself. ”

There are many people, and the simplest eating, drinking, and Lazar are all big problems, and these people on the ship come from different backgrounds, and there is no coordinated and orderly organization for the time being, so it is not surprising that everything is a mess in this chaotic situation.

The captain's room was in the stern, and the food was supposed to be stored in a hangar in the bow, about four kilometers apart, and although five kilometers of full armor was just a small exercise for the soldiers of the Imperial Defense Force to appetize and digest after meals, I was now tired and hungry, and I had a good appetite without an appetizer.

"No, I'll have it with me." With that, I pushed the things on the table to the side, and placed on them a portable stove, lunch box, kettle, ration No. 3 and ration No. 4.

Light the fire, add water, the Imperial Guard's lunch box is sturdy enough to be burned directly on the fire as a marching pot, and emergency food in the form of soap and bricks can be boiled in a matter of minutes, and a steaming thick porridge can be made in a few minutes. The military rations were full of salt, sugar, flour and fat, but they were deliberately made without any taste to prevent the soldiers from stealing them, and the aroma of the raw materials quickly spread when cooked.

Although it still tastes bad, the Empire's technology is truly magical, like witchcraft. Restoring the taste of food requires a series of very complex processes that have gone beyond the realm of conventional cooking and risen to the mystical heights of alchemy, a marvelous craft that few mortals can master, except for Leterin, a talented subhuman race.

The small flame of the portable stove has an extremely strong heat, and the thick porridge can be cooked in a matter of seconds. I reached in and stirred the spoon a few times, and was about to start eating, but I realized that the atmosphere was a little wrong - under normal circumstances, the restaurant is noisy during meal hours, and it is really unaccustomed to a situation like now, where only I am making a sound in the whole room, and even my own breathing can be heard clearly.

When I turned around, I saw Sylvia standing at the hatch and watching me quietly, and I didn't know whether to get out or blast me out.

It's a little awkward to be quiet.

It is said that two Modian aristocrats – or gentlemen – sitting together could be cold all day without being introduced. Sylvia and I are both savages, completely insulated from the so-called gentlemen's reserve, shouldn't we be in this situation?

So I took the initiative to break the silence, "Do you want to have a copy too?" ”

With my many years of experience as a junior officer, observing and judging a person's physiological state is basically nine out of ten, and at the moment, Sylvia has obviously been hungry for a long time like me, and she also looks listless and tired, and she must have a lot of things to worry about.

At this moment, I was a little expectant of her answer, she didn't have the ability to take out any military supplies anytime and anywhere, if she continued to stick to her reserve, then she would have to run four kilometers away to find food, although for the barbarian people, even if she ran forty kilometers away to find food, it was a daily life, but everyone has been a soldier for so long, so there is no need to be nostalgic.

Similar to my guess, she finally didn't push the door out, turned back to the table, but didn't answer me, but said, "You've already made two copies directly, and why are you asking me why?" ”

Looking at the two lunch boxes on the stove, I was choked by her speechlessness for a moment. I myself pay great attention to the etiquette in the army, and I can be called a model in the army when I speak and behave in a proper manner, and I usually get along with almost all of these people, but now when I encounter this rude female style, I really can't remember how to face it for a while.

In the silence, I casually raised my head, and met her commanding gaze, and the firm will seemed to be pressed down in substance, even if I didn't need to read minds, I could clearly feel her thoughts--you have occupied my chair!

This is simply inexplicable, just now there was some cowering and evasive attitude, but somehow it suddenly turned into-for-tat resistance, so the mentality of women is even more elusive than subspace.

My heart is as hard as iron, and naturally I will not be affected by her attitude. This is a private cabin, not a place to play the captain's authority, and the little one who was glared at obediently gave up his seat, and when I got married, what status did I have?

She soon discovered that the skills she usually used to torment her own crew members were not effective against older soldiers, and she quickly changed her expression, her stiff expression eased, and she pursed her lips and made a mockery, "Do you want me to sit on the ground with a lunch box like an infantryman on the battlefield?" You invite a lady to dinner and take the only seat, maybe that's why you're still single in your thirties? ”

"Most of the time it's women who invite me to dinner." Although psionics are not very likable, I was a high-achieving student from Terra after all, and when I was younger, I was a noble and mysterious little white face, and I was often welcomed by some older female officers - I don't really want to remember that part of history, "I occasionally invited people, and everyone sat on the ground. ”

"Hooked up successfully?" She put on a playful smile.

"Well, it should be a success." I answered truthfully.

"But you still couldn't keep her, did you?"

"There's no way around that. Although the failures of others cannot hide their own incompetence, I still want to say that the wild wolves lost fifty warriors in that battle. We all did our best...... Let's not talk about this, okay? I spoke in a pleading tone.

"Well, I'm sorry," she said in what looked like an unintentional mistake, not like she was deliberately revealing the scars, "we've all had the pain of losing loved ones. ”

Seeing her sincere apology, I couldn't take it anymore, "Don't care, in fact, if you think about it, she shouldn't have died at that time, at least Arslan had seen her after the war." We were separated only because I was transferred out of that legion......"

As I spoke, my voice grew quieter—what nonsense I was talking about!