"So, I made a stargazing platform." After twenty minutes of talking about his ingenuity and the benefits to the little one, Vogrim waved his hand reservedly at Victor. The latter pushed the glass of water towards him.

"I'll correct you, you didn't do it, you dismantled Shelley's instruments and built a stargazing platform."

"Those things theoretically belong to the Eighth Legion." Phoenix raises its voice.

Victor sighed, "Let me remind you, even yourself is one of her trophies. ”

Fogham spread back into his seat like a deflated balloon, his hands over his face, and a muffled voice came from below: "So, she won't dismantle my work." ”

The Midnight Lord pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth. "She walked around your desks, chairs, sofas, and the weird décor...... But I don't think she'll approve of the hole you made in the boat. ”

"This boat is already full of holes, is there a hole bigger than the soles of our feet!"

"You can say that to her." Victor's expression was sincere, "The difficulty of sewing should be low. ”

Fogrem shook his head and propped himself up. "Okay, okay, but not necessarily...... Here, baby, hug. ”

He bent down and opened his arms to the little guy who was holding the woman's hand and dangling it. The golden-eyed little guy also looked tired of walking, and obediently let the white-haired giant hug his knees and gently pat his back.

His caretaker did not leave as Victor had done in his usual presence, standing still and rubbing the corners of his clothes.

"What's the matter?" Fogham asked, his gentle tone giving the woman courage. She pursed her lips and whispered, "You just ...... When I told me about looking at the stars, I suddenly remembered. ”

Her voice trembled, perhaps from the Midnight Lord's gaze, but she continued: "There used to be a mad boy in our village, and one day he suddenly ...... when he saw the stars Enchanted, something tore through his flesh and ran out. ”

Her thin shoulders shook. "Some people say that the priests of the city like to look at the stars, and only those like them can look at them, and others are unlucky enough to bump into something. But everyone in the village has had an incident once for so many years, and I am ...... It occurred to me, so let's talk about it, don't mind. ”

"How so, I'm grateful." Vogrim smiled and shook the little one's hand. "Come on. Call brother. ”

The little thing stared at the embroidery on Fogham's sleeve and twisted its neck to nibble. Phoenix smiled even more happily when she saw the saliva dripping onto her sleeve. The woman began to rub the corners of her clothes again.

"Pot pot." The little one writhed uneasily, casually.

"It's brother—brother—" Fogham said gently.

The little guy saw that he couldn't break free from the arms of adults, and finally settled down. "Brother, Mom, yes." He held out his little hand and waved it at the woman.

Fogrem nodded at him. "Your mother can't hold you now, bad boy."

Fogrem rubbed him for a while without saying anything, and he couldn't finish teaching him three words. In the end, the woman almost pleaded to free the pouting little thing. The little boy who looked dizzy hugged the nurse's leg and whined for a long time before he was coaxed into laughing by "take you out to play".

As his mobility grew, so did the little one's curiosity, and the trio acquiesced to him walking around the door while someone was watching, and then came back with a body of dust or scorpion shards - God knows how he broke free from the screaming woman and crushed the scorpion.

Victor felt that his daily leisure activities were getting harder.

After watching their backs leave, Fogham's face slowly sank.

"Sounds like an unlucky psyker." Victor leaned back comfortably in his chair and said, "Considering that the Iron Lord was born with the Eye of Fear, are you sure you want him to try?" ”

The phoenix shook slightly, slowly turned his head, and looked at the Midnight Lord fixedly: "There is such a thing?" ”

"Ah, didn't you tell me?" Victor frowned slightly.

"I'm sure I never knew about it before." Fogham narrowed slightly, "Not to mention the small talk." Why did Peturabo tell me about his childhood? ”

"But...... Be cautious indeed. His voice was low.

Victor bounced up and rushed out when he saw the expression on Phoenix's face, but he was still grabbed by his forearm, staggering and almost rolling. "You tmd." He said from the bottom of his heart.

Fogrem smiled and dragged him all the way to the stargazing platform, his tone almost seductive: "After passing through subspace and falling here for so long, don't you want to take a good look at the stars?" ”

The Midnight Lord struggled. "I've seen enough of this life in the first week I boarded!"

Fogrem secured him to his chair and adjusted the scope with his hands and feet. "Take it easy, you'll love it."

"You kinicide." Victor muttered, reluctantly squinting.

Of course, he didn't see anything.

Theoretically, this was their second "day" to Colchis. Perhaps some nostalgia for a distant homeland, the people of this desert planet divide their long day into seven sub-days close to the standard day.

And now, the first sub-sun dawn had just begun, and a bright arc rose on the horizon, hazy as a light veil, spreading upwards bit by bit at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

This isn't the first time Victor has looked up at an alien night sky. His only impression of this was lying on his back on the sand dunes, the stars splitting their heads and covering their faces, as if they were about to fall with the canopy, and like thousands of eyes casting cold gazes on him.

And now, under the increasingly aggressive light of the rising sun, the starry sky has dimmed, and the evening star that he has been particularly impressed by has been engulfed in many clusters, hanging in the sky.

From the son of Roga, he knew that Colchis, like Terra, was just different names for the same celestial body. Fame is nothing more than something that moves flexibly with circumstances and time, just as the Midnight Lord was once also known as the Emperor's Angel.

Victor sighed, the feelings of "it should have been like this" and "it was really okay" in his heart merged into mixed emotions, and then began to secretly laugh at himself if he was infected by that dramatic bastard of Vogrim, how could coincidences happen all the time?

He stretched his arms, ready to step away and laugh at his companion. Although the eyes are still in front of the lens, many mean words and old accounts have been brewed in the mind to ridicule

Then the stars blinked.