He put down the slender alloy rod in his hand, walked quickly off the main table, and walked out of the military hall without saying a word.

A soft voice behind him called out to him, "Can you wait a minute, Natsu?" ”

The man he turned to look at was wearing a diagonal striped coat, plump and charming, like a professor at the Faculty of Letters. Xia Kulin's tone was not as calm and self-contained as usual, and his almost irritable body language expressed the urge to leave at any time.

"Anything else? Chief of Staff of Luciano. ”

"You're upset."

"yes, so I voted no. However, the ambitions of some militants are still overwhelming. Well, what else can I do? ”

"When did the operation begin?"

Xia Kulin said unhappily: "I still have to 'ask' the council for detailed matters. ”

Luciano's eyes were like that of a jubilant fox, "Do you know why the parliament is still causing trouble when the old and new seats are alternating between the old and the new?" ”

Xia Kulin frowned: "It's all the conquest mentality of the Kolaus gang, but it may have something to do with the factional chaos caused by the sudden resignation of Perslin Rhaeggar!" ”

Like having caught his favorite prey, Luciano said happily: "It is said that Rhaegar's resignation is related to the sudden death of that technological genius Hellfat. You see, will it be..."

Xia Kulin said impatiently: "If you are interested in the secrets of the gossip under these tables, please go and investigate it yourself." I will not be accompanied. ”

Looking at Shakurin's firm and slender back, Luciano smiled patiently with satisfaction - one day, he would definitely subdue Shakurin...

However, now he has to collect the information and intelligence of those Revolution 1 Destiny Group first, this is a rare task once in a long time, and he has not been able to enjoy this dangerous and wonderful taste for a long time!

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"Are you really going back to Nicoo?"

He didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"After you go back, do you still want to continue to engage in revolutionary activities?"

Turning his head, he said firmly, "That's my wish." I only want to live if I devote my life to the act of rebellion against collective persecution. ”

Leora hesitated for a moment, then said with a little embarrassment, "Why don't you stay?" ”

Savant was a little surprised: "I'm staying? Staying in the Wanderer? ”

Leora suddenly felt an inexplicable embarrassment: "Yes. ”

Savoury pondered, but then shook his head slowly but resolutely.

"I have my life to live."

Leora felt a little lost: "You feel dissatisfied with my handling of Rhaegar like that?" ”

Savant's smile was pure and intense: "Come on, don't feel sorry for me anymore. That's your decision. As long as you feel that this is the most comfortable disposition, you can dispose of it like this, this is your bureau. ”

"But, you—"

Leora felt that she had an unspeakable concern for this traumatized and troubled man. But he didn't know why he was like this, and his feelings of pity and appreciation made it difficult for him to let go of the hard life of Chabonte.

Sawent looked at the infinite space beyond the bridge: "I can't be with you because I can't be with you 'forever'. ”

Leora felt like she had been hit hard by something. He pondered for a long time before he calmly said, "Then, I'll send you back to the base here with the Ambience Dissociation Technique." ”

After a pause, he finally said, "I understand that you feel sorry and responsible for me, but it doesn't have to be. You do not exist to redeem other lives. ”

She walked over to Leola, and with a look as clear as a delicate silver rain, she said goodbye for the first and last time. "Every life should insist on the uniqueness of its own way of being. So, forget the unwarranted criticism I used to make to you, and live the pattern you like. ”

Her smile brightened her eyes, which were originally world-weary: "And I, too, want to live for my life, firmly, even tiredly." ”

Leola suppressed the strange feeling of being crushed and recovering from the blow: "Goodbye, Chavent. ”

Somewhat unexpectedly, Savant said heartily, "The final confession, Leora." In fact, my bad attitude towards you is just a cover for the fact that I am attracted to you. ”

"Babon T...

"Unfortunately, the end of my relationship has never been easy. That's it, I'm going back to my hometown, and you're going back to the universe, and your voyage is about to anchor. ”

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It seems that he has not changed his posture for a long time, and Leora stands alone on the bridge of the "Wanderer" ship, which is the only one he has.

Finally, breaking the silence of the familiar force field briskly shattered the transparent ice-like atmosphere, Lucifer's mischievous voice sounded behind him: "Congratulations, I am finally going to fly away." Hey, what's that expression? You're really prone to getting depressed. ”

Leola responded with an aptly low voice. "Everything remains to be seen."

Lucifer appeared in front of him, and said affectionately and mockingly, "The coolness after the resurrection, huh? ”

Leora stared at the cold blue space: "Fuyun, in fact, it's not for love, it's just based on some kind of deviated desire. ”

"Divergence..."

"After the resurrection, it is easy to abandon the dead."

Lucifer seemed to be chanting something: "In order to complete the faithful with the deviant, to cure the absurdity with the chuckle..."

Litola's expression moved: "L.H. Yastys? ”

"Yes, gloomy deniers, shrill skeptics. I couldn't stand her arguments, but I couldn't help but be fascinated by her work. ”

Leora was still, gazing eagerly at Lucifer as she approached him, like a glass of liquor brewed in quatrains.

"Okay, a little gift for you."

"Oh?"

"The best fit for the context at this time."

Lucifer smiled slightly, letting Leora's upper body fall towards him, turning into his robes that melted starlight into black holes, and waved his left hand. Suddenly, the night of all universes dissolved into an endless dark abyss.

Leora closed her eyes. The loss and destruction of countless lives made him feel vulnerable and angry. The endless game makes death no longer a matter of course, but rather embarrassing.

His mind swept over the figures who had to leave him, unable to extricate himself, and finally couldn't help but ask the object who had no obligation to answer: "Why?" ”

Lucifer grabbed him nonchalantly, and the three pairs of wings made a crystal clash. He has always been reluctant to answer such questions, but has to play the role of a lazy prophet, responding to everything with an unclear verse: "Black is best used to clean up absurd dramas." ”