"Do you believe it, one morning, when you open your eyes, you find that the world you know has completely collapsed, what you have always believed in has been wiped out, your former best friend is either dead or gone, your lover has become a cold tombstone, and even your enemies are gone."

Logan. Craig raised his hand to straighten his red bow tie, then expertly cut the steak in front of him with a knife, shrugging at the old man opposite.

"Still not used to it?"

The old man on the other side smiled kindly, "This kind of formal occasion. ”

"After going through the same upheaval as time travel, I realized that there is nothing in this world that will not change."

Although he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten in such a formal position many years ago, the habit carved into his bones made him quickly adjust to the atmosphere and behavior.

But more importantly, it may be a psychological factor, some people call this growth.

Logan sighed, put down the knife, picked up the red wine glass next to him, and emphasized, "Anything changes." ”

"Although I didn't have your consent, I still put together this information, and I think you might ......"

The old man sitting across from him sighed softly, then took out a paper paper folder from his briefcase, put it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of Logan.

Rogan looked at the cavalry insignia on Wen Jiàn's clip, did not open it, and then shook his head slightly.

"Uncle Einstein doesn't think I'm the kind of man I can't afford to put down, does he?"

After more than ten seconds of silence. With a flirtatious smile on his face, Rogan pushed the clip back to the old man in front of him, but the old man was keenly aware of a dent on the grip of the knife in his right hand.

"Don't overthink it." The old man sitting opposite, Logan's uncle. Adrian. Einstein. Feng. General Schiller shook his head slightly, "Linya. Paterson has no relatives, and it's normal for this file to be handed over to you. ”

"She has an uncle and a classmate with whom she has a good relationship." Rogan stretched out his hand and shook the knife at his elder a little impolitely, "I don't want to be a fool bound by the undead." ”

“…… Have you been to see her? ”

Logan's knife as he was cutting the steak suddenly stopped in mid-air. The old man on the opposite side lightly pierced the pretense of the blonde young man in front of him, and the knife in his wrinkled hand was steady and powerful.

"Okay." Logan spread his hands again, chewed the meat in his mouth, smiled lightly, and then raised his hand to comb his hair, "After all, it's normal to go to see old friends, I also went to see Jesse, I did a lot of things in the three months of idleness." ”

"But please don't compare me to the unmarried young man who felt like the world had collapsed when she died. Don't compare me to a little girl who doesn't have the same hair. Logan stretched out his finger and poked his head gently, "I still have a long life." ”

"And what are your plans for the future?"

Adrian didn't say anything, but cut the steak that was already left on the plate, and asked a flat question.

"Uncle, you must have thought it through." Logan smiled lightly, "I knew you wouldn't leave me." ”

"I'm curious, aren't you going to go to Ling Yu? The Prism Squad is tracking down Marven. Greg and Charl. Pierre's whereabouts. Adrian hesitated, then asked.

"I don't want my life to be consumed by hatred, and he is the Son of God. Not me. Logan gave a sneering look, "Oh. By the way, it's a scam at all, and if we don't get it to fight for life or death, we're all deceived by the AI called Kalita. ”

Logan's attitude towards Ling Yu seemed a little too cold, so that it made people feel a little hostile, and Adrian knew what Logen was hiding. But he didn't poke it either, and listened quietly to Logan's words.

"Well, I don't want your future people to live in misery," Adrian said, still nonchalant, as he cut off a small piece of potato. Put it in your mouth, "Do you want to be a staff officer under me?" ”

"Staff officer? Are you kidding, uncle? Logan had completely discarded the graceful etiquette and gently tapped the plate with the fork in his left hand, "Look which pore on my body exudes the smell of a counselor." ”

"The front line is dangerous right now." Adrian frowned slightly, "The Alpine front is very close, and if you want to go to the combat unit, I can't guarantee your safety." ”

"Safe?" Rogan swept the last bite of beef into his mouth, raised his hands with a helpless smile, and made a gesture of surrender, "If your purpose was to joke with me, then you won, I was amused by you." ”

"Is it safe when I run away from home to Remria, or am I safe when I go to Pittsburgh?" Logan glanced at the broccoli left on the plate and tossed the knife and fork into the plate, "The risk-taking gene is engraved in my bones. ”

"Well, you're an Alliance officer anyway." Adrian nodded, his calm movements contrasting sharply with Logan's pompousness, "I'll let you know in a week." ”

"Thank you very much," Logan snapped his fingers, removing the napkin from his neck and dropping it on the table, "you won't be disappointed, you'll have one more strong thug on the front." ”

"I'm looking forward to your watch."

Adrian cut the broccoli and didn't look up, not knowing whether it was perfunctory or appreciative.

***

The meal was not too late, and Rogan strolled the streets of Berlin alone after watching his uncle board the military vehicle.

Without the silence of Rimlia and the hustle and bustle of Paris, the city was unlike anything he had ever lived.

Or, it's different, maybe he can't say it himself.

Logan hummed softly, with a shallow smile on his face, and raised his head with his chest straight, as if that day, the day he left Philadelphia, he was holding a box of relics belonging to that flaxen-colored girl, looking at the world that was already a complete stranger.

The doctor told him that his reflex nerve seemed to be strengthened by the virus, or rather, a blessing in disguise. His combat abilities have improved considerably, especially in terms of reflexes.

"That looks like I'm in luck."

With a smile on his face, Logan winked at the beautiful female military doctor.

"In fact...... As a hero of the League...... I wouldn't mind if you stayed an extra day. ”

The female military doctor looked at the handsome blonde young man with a sunny smile in front of her, and lowered her head a little shyly, but still made an invitation.

"Really?" Rogan held out his hand and made an OK gesture. Then speak.

"I'm OK, but some people will be upset, so let's work together to reduce the domestic violence and divorce rate in the League, right?"

The young man signed his name on the last document, then stood up, threw another wink at the military doctor in front of him, picked up the somewhat old cardboard box, and walked out of the hospital with the other party's surprised eyes.

Under the bright sun, a group of Boy Scouts walked the streets of Philadelphia in a neat line, and the young children's voices hummed catchy military songs.

Logan hugged the cardboard box. Following this team, learning the military song he seemed to have heard, at the top of the cardboard box, lay a letter quietly.

There is no recipient, no sender, not even the letter itself.

But Logan knew what was in the envelope.

It was a silver pull tab, nothing special. And because the holder always holds it in his hand, there is even a little shallow abrasion mark.

Maybe the flaxen-haired knight maiden. There are many proofs of zài in this world.

But this ordinary pull ring is the only proof that the girl has saved in her own world.

That day, Logan held his head up, humming the tune he had just learned, and walked along the boulevard. Slowly walk towards the sun.

……

Logan hummed softly, over and over again, through the deserted streets, back to his little hotel, and fell headfirst on his own bed.

"You say. Wouldn't it be better for me to sprinkle some perfume on this bed? ”

Logan lay on the bed, burying his head in a cheap pillow, as if talking to someone.

But there was only one young man in the room.

The young man rolled over, ripped off his bow tie, and pulled a silver cheap drink tab from his close-fitting pocket.

"You said if I sprinkled a little perfume on this bed, would you come and pull my collar and ask, 'Which woman's is this?'"

"I think about what will happen, you tug at my collar and then I try to play stupid and talk about him left and right...... You say, will the quarrel between the two TFs turn into super-heavyweight domestic violence? But I'm afraid it's the neighbors who are being violent, hahahahahaha-"

"Think about it, the police will definitely not be able to control this kind of thing, and the military can't help it, how can the saying come about, 'only one TF can block one TF', and those who can block two TF must have more TF."

"So...... I think our life is not peaceful at all, on the contrary, even if we leave the battlefield, it will be wonderful and exciting. ”

Logan closed his eyes, held the tab tightly, lay on the bed, and smiled softly.

Rena is right, he is not a warrior, neither is Linya, saving the world is such a thing, let the warrior do it better.

"Hey...... Really, I'm not kidding. ”

"If you don't show up again, maybe another woman will appear on this bed."

"Don't blame me then."

Logan was still smiling, and he gently raised his hand to cover his eyes, and a little water stain suddenly appeared on the fine fabric of the sleeve of his suit.

"When the time comes, don't hit me."

The night in Berlin was still quiet, and there was not the slightest change from the half-joking whispers of the youth.

……

A week later, Rogan. Craig was incorporated into the TF formation directly under the Allied European Theater Command.

I went to the Southern Alpine Front, which came to be known as the "Alpine Front of Hell" and the "Turin Meat Grinder".

After that, he has not been in contact with Ling Yu.

Until two years later. (To be continued......)