Unmoved, he snorted lightly: "So what? Breaking in is breaking in, and I can't sue you for breaking into the empty door anyway. As for my private affairs, you know, and maybe you can empathize, so what. ”

Lucifer, who had been standing by the wall and watching, spread his hands a little mockingly, but his words were not sarcastic: "What you said is that it is your life, and it is only your life, and no one else can do anything to compensate for your distress or disability afterwards." ”

Hearing this response, Babon was enraged by unexpected surprise: "You high-minded, self-righteous elect class know what life most people are living in, especially you. ”

She pointed to Leora: "Look at you, you have the virtue of a federal nobleman, but you are interested in playing the role of a compassionate knight." You're just a guy who thinks he knows everything, but in fact hasn't experienced anything at all. ”

She gushed angrily: "You feel my pain so badly, what if you are me?

"My childhood was full of hardship, but it was nothing compared to being a hereditary slave. In addition to food and clothing, we are deprived of the most basic self-esteem. In the hands of those who carry the whip, I am only a labor machine, a number. ”

Her face was even more distorted, and her expression was grim: "I don't feel sorry for my right arm at all, because the brand of a slave is set there. We are like cattle and sheep pierced with numbers by electric drills, all of this, should I obediently agree with it?

"For a lord who owns slave labor, flesh is only a synonym for goods, and must be squeezed to the last moment of life. When I was fifteen years old, my father died of exhaustion. Sadly, instead of being buried, they incinerated his bones and scattered the remaining ashes in the garden of Lord Duke Nicoo, because the ashes contained phosphorus and made the soil fertile. ”

She smiled horribly: "It's like a genetically engineered mass-produced organism, and after a lifetime of hard labor, the skin and flesh will be cut and devoured. From the moment I knew my father's fate, I swore in my own blood that I would do the same to those in positions of power who had twisted my life into such a terrible position. ”

She stared at Lucifer fiercely: "When you get to this field, can you still say that this is my life?" Can you remain indifferent when life is no longer like life? ”

Lucifer seemed tired of laughing again: "Really, every time my kindness is interpreted as cool words. If you knew it earlier, you really didn't have a conscience, and it wouldn't be in vain for your enthusiastic teachings. In short, because of these terrible events that cannot be reduced to personal life, you joined the Yama Xun warrior group "Iron Cross" of the Dark Star Rim to symbolically do the right thing for heaven? ”

Chavon was shocked: "How do you know that I am a member of the Iron Cross?" ”

Lucifer's smile was extremely bright and impatient: "Just look at the black cross mark on your forehead, and I also know that you are the famous 'one-armed black angel', Comrade Luo Chu." Unlike the hand-wrenching knight you pointed at and yelled at, I am not a good nobleman who does not know the world: I am the power of what the primeval generation would call the Evil Emperor. It's just that you, who are supposed to be piloting advanced transportation equipment, how can you be alone in an old spaceship, drifting around like that kind of idle federal aristocracy? ”

Suddenly, Leora's clear, powerful voice shook her: "There must be some kind of infighting in the Iron Cross, or this black angel wants to work alone on a mission that is not a mission. ”

Luo Chu looked at Leora, who looked calm, and was taken aback by his sudden posture.

At this time, Leora's gaze was very leisurely and indifferent, completely different from him just now. A strange fear filled her heart, and she began to feel that she was not just facing a pair of supernatural abilities from the game universe.

"Who are you? Or I should ask, what are you? ”

Butozilla looked at the small notepad on her wrist and said apologetically, "Your Excellency, I must take my leave, and I have an appointment in twenty minutes." ”

It wasn't until his tall shadow walked out the door that Crimon's forced smile finally broke. He stroked the area between his upper lip and the tip of his nose, like a freshly popped stubble, and his mood was also itching.

"How did you get such an innocent and romantic little brother? He really wasn't very sure. ”

Rhaegar took a sip of the cold fragrant sweet orange tea and said casually: "He admires the ideals of his party very much, and he is also a young scholar who is confused by the belief in civil rights and autonomy. For the abilities required for this role, Butozilla is sufficient. Rest assured, I'll be able to hold back the political fanatics who have a penchant for beautiful slogans. ”

Cremont carefully asked, "What about his political convictions?" ”

Rhaegar chuckled: "Naïve and kind leftists, moderate social reformers, advocate a bloodless national revolution. ”

Cremon's eyes flashed, and an almost smug warning burst out: "Oh, then you have to be very careful, don't let him know that you have 'cooperated' with the guerrillas on the border of the Cluster." ”

Rhaegar's smile vanished, and his expression changed from a delicate young fox to a fanged jackal. He said coldly: "Why do you say that I am colluding with the guerrillas? That's a serious accusation. ”

Cremon didn't expect Rhaegar to turn his face when he said it, and he slammed into his heart, and made up for his gaffe in time: "I'm just joking, please don't care, Perslin." ”

Rhaegar had a smile on his face again, but it made him look like an elegant serpent that had chosen to devour people, "I believe in you, Crimon. Your title is only below mine. If something happens to me, you should take care. ”

Cremon's heart shuddered, vaguely and vaguely, not daring to make eye contact with Rhaegar at all.

Van Oelin Ryan has not shed a single tear or even expressed any sorrow since the moment he heard of his death. It was only at this moment that she had the courage to open the emotional gate that was so tightly guarded that it almost collapsed.

She leaned into Lan Serge's arms, feeling each other's heartbeats go from jagged to harmonious. She felt the grief flow so wildly that she shuddered all over, like she had faced a cold, fossilized Metis for the first time.

"You have a very good endowment, but your emotions are too exposed. Entering the minds of others with this premise is like swimming with stones tied to the soles of your feet, which is simply a suicide mission. ”

She was still young at the time, but she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of closeness to Metis, who was half-crouching and looked at her at eye level. During her time in school, she had always expected Metis to respond to her emotions and at least genuinely smile at her.

Metis always praised her lightly, and never opened up to her.

She noticed her tears soaking a large area of Lan Seqi's clothes, but she still couldn't stop the pain. Once the affection of remorse is out of the cage, there is no room for recovery at all.

"Tell me, Xiaolan, what went wrong, why do we always have some irreparable regrets in our lives? Is it because I'm not careful enough? Or are we not caring enough about her? I just hope that she will open the knot of the past and self-righteously break into her world, only to cause her to destroy herself without hesitation. To this day, I can't help but resent Garcia, and hate that he took away my teacher, my most important teacher...

Lifting her tear-stained face, Lance said softly, "No, not at all. Everything you do for her is a way for you to express your love. ”