Under the fat officer's words, he stared at the young man in the corner for a while, but it was unexpectedly unexpected. The woman suddenly said, "I'm tired. Go back to rest."

The fat officer was stunned, "Are you not curious at all?"

"What do you need to pay special attention to in the young lecturer of the college? Even if he is the so-called "not hypocritical" person you call, I should not have any reason to meet him." The maid skirt with a woman's lace edge that did not hide her was brought about a circle of ripples as she turned around, and she waved her hand to the fat officer, "Okay... have a good dream."

Looking at the woman's turn, the fat officer felt that the woman's personality was really simple and powerful.

But her life seemed to determine this simplicity and power.

"I forgot to tell you some things..." The fat man shrugged his nose and put half of the cake on the long table. He thought about it, and then solemnly said, "When you persuaded the royal family to join the garrison reconnaissance battalion as Lieutenant UR73 and insisted on driving the mecha for border reconnaissance missions. A scavenger mecha appeared there, and the mecha pilot disappeared from people's sight since then. The empire failed to find that person... and the young man in front of you, he came from Planet No. 2."

The huge curtains hung on the edge of the banquet hall with floor-to-ceiling windows. The two were hidden and not conspicuous behind the carved columns covered by the curtains. Therefore, this conversation only existed between the two people, not enough for anyone to listen to it or disturb their conversation.

With his words, the woman's slender body and lower back gradually tensed like a bow, and a thin tone appeared in a thin tone, "...have you found him?"

But at this moment, her eyes looked at the young man, and her mind seemed to instantly capture the scene at that time.

The storm alarm sounded sharply and rapidly along the cockpit with warning lights. In the rapid transformation of centrifugal force, the woman who has undergone military training and pilot assessment was also the first time she faced the terrifying storm situation. She felt insignificant in front of nature for the first time... No matter how identity, how noble or dignified you are, when facing the maggot scythe of the god of death, you will feel the despair that cannot be shirked and cannot be resisted.

However, when she was transferred to the cockpit of the mecha, the centrifugal force was merging at will, and the surrounding guard mechas were destroyed one after another, her mecha was suddenly supported by a traction force in the turbulence.

So in the storm where she couldn't help but feel her heart felt safe for the first time.

In her life, she never needed others to lend a helping hand. On the contrary, there are many people waiting for her to give up opportunities. Under her palms, which are filled with rain and clouds, she can promise a heartfelt future and make the evil ones doomed.

However, she was like this at that time by a scavenger's mecha, she reached out to grab her hand, and escaped from the purgatory field under the raging wind of destruction.

She got rid of the shadows as fast as she was a real Norman family member afterwards, but she would wake up from the night, then hug her legs, curl under the window screen, trembling gently.

The broken mecha finally left. The luminous luminescence of the garbage star emitted hideous burrs on the mecha's undulating surface, and even the torn wound was leaking black and brown engine oil. It was originally located in the cockpit, but it was a big hole that could see the damaged parts and lightning inside. There was no driver, and she even suspected that there was no driver at all, but something similar to the ghost of the Yellow Springs.

The bloated and hideous mecha body turned around, and every step was filled with the sound of tooth-acid mechanical friction and the sound of beating popping, making people wonder whether it would collapse into a pile of garbage in the next step. But he finally left, like a wild dog who had experienced harsh battles and struggles, and finally disappeared in the stone forest. I wonder if he would seek a place to die quietly.

That is all the memories that the garbage star brings to her.

It is like the ancient fairy tale of heroes saving beauty that all girls have been waiting for in childhood, but such stories are covered with a darkened color of reality. No prince who wants to strive for glory and shines on his way, and then runs into the princess's trouble, which leads to a catchy story that has been passed down forever.

What should I do if there is only one trash-picking mecha knight?

The key is that I have wanted to know who this ragged knight is countless times?

What kind of person is he? On the garbage star, would he be those mercenaries, scavengers with hideous scars on his face? Or some air thieves? bandit gangs?

But those who can risk huge risks to help strangers must be kind by nature. Such a person is unlikely to have a hideous face, even if he has a hideous face... How old is he?

Tall or short, obese or thin?

Could it be a middle-aged man with a smell of oil, or an old man whose teeth are about to fall out? These two types of people are most likely because they have enough experience to control the mecha. In places like garbage stars, few young people are qualified to obtain resources like mechas, even if they are scavengers...

She once thought about it like this when she couldn't sleep.

He would draw a bloated, fat, round and crooked mecha picture on the electronic light curtain with his slender fingers, and then occasionally laughed like a snake sperm, "Ha, the tattered knight... the tattered knight... the tattered knight... the Tattered knight... the Tattered knight..."

So she saw the young man. This was the third time she saw him directly. There was a big gap between him and the one in his conception, but it seemed to be quite different.

Her handsome face and eyes are like an ancient starry sky, black and bright, but with some unreachable unknown mystery. Just like the ragged mecha she couldn't see through. It was like the legendary story of Alice, a girl who was scared to tears by the first glance of Kasimov, a god with a hideous appearance but kind heart.

It was an ancient story of the empire. It was about a noble girl named Alice. Because she was persecuted by the noble uncle, she hid in a bell tower at the end of her way. There, she encountered a terrible monster, Kasimov, who was ugly than a ghost. She was scared to tears, threw it with all kinds of things on her hands, wanted to drive it away, and even stabbed the other party with a dagger with her with her... After spending days and nights with the monster, she finally learned that the monster was originally an ancient creation god. The abscess on the monster's body was carrying the filthy trauma of the world. The noble pursuers arrived, and the creation god Kasimov showed his power to save the girl. Finally, he named the kind girl Alice as the king and ruled her territory.

There is another version of this story. In the country ruled by Alice, political enemies coveted her power and were jealous of her beauty, so they set off a coup, and Alice was executed in the coup. The creation god Qasimov arrived and felt that the depravity in the world was cruel. He hugged the girl's corpse and gave up his eternal life. Then the soldiers were disbanded, and the entire plane world collapsed during the funeral. [Note]

But the "Qasimov" in her eyes is not the legendary ugly and weird god... but the appearance just now.

Her heart, which should have been Gu Jingbubo's, actually accelerated slightly.

But at this time, she was still just a maid.

She stood there and heard Fatty Tian’s voice ringing from her ears.

"His fate is even more tortuous and complicated than he thought at first, and he almost fell into the crowd. It also takes some luck to find him. So it can be ruled out that it was deliberately arranged to rescue."

"You can almost miss the secret honor of the sixth Purple Star Medal of the Empire. It may have taken a lot of effort to find him. Thank you." The woman's tone was still not as good as the strange throbbing Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, who was in a strange way, was plain and pure. After a moment of silence, her thin legs stepped out, but instead of moving forward, she turned around.

"…Someone will give him the rewards and rewards he deserves, so, that's it."

These words included a lot of information. First, she understood this matter, and then she would continue to give the young lecturer that Fatty Tian found was worthy of his bravery. Finally, she would leave, leave the banquet, and return to her own world.

Put all this in the dark, no one knows that the young man is the "dirty knight" on the garbage star. He will receive the generous reward he deserves, so that his identity at this time will be guaranteed to rise to countless steps immediately, and he will have no worries about food and clothing for his whole life. As long as the Norman family is still speaking in this empire, he, his wife, children, and family will be respected and blessed for his bravery.

That's how it should be, this is the end of the story.

That's it.

Looking at the woman who was about to leave, Fatty Tian was silent for a moment and said, "Don't you really plan to meet him and chat?

The woman turned her head and smiled at Fatty Tian, ​​and her expression suddenly appeared as a sense of distant sadness, saying, "Good people should have the best life."

These words seem simple but not simple.

What is the best life?

Glory, wealth, and overwhelming power?

It is not as good as a peaceful and peaceful passing years.

In the small courtyard villa by Jinghu Lake, the beautiful wife handed over fragrant coffee under the mottled sun, and the tabletop on the lawn was full of scent and chatting, arguing about whether there was a chicken or an egg first, and the fight started for a while whether the woman had a thin waist or a long legs. There might be a golden retriever on the ground, running around at her feet, and then pounced on the arms of the hostess who was sitting on the bench to show her affectionate goodwill.

So no matter how much the woman wants to unveil the veil of the god Qasimov, she knows that it is just another naive imagination.

She could easily give him a grand life, but maybe she dragged him into the vortex abyss hidden in the future of the empire. Or what she gave him made him lose his supposed kindness and pureness and become a very different look from the original idea.

Power is heaven and hell, and desire is sweet and poisonous.

She doesn't harm him.

Fatty Tian seemed to understand what she said, nodded silently, bowed slightly, and wanted to watch her leave.

But he said at the end, "I hope your avoidance is not because you are afraid of facing him."

It was like being shocked by the rabbit's ears, it was like stroking the tail of the female lion. It was like a quiet lake in the forest being smashed by a meteorite from the sky.

Her eyes narrowed, and the amazing face suddenly had a clear smell. The tone of mockery seemed to burn everything, making the world a little shaky, "Why am I afraid of facing him

All those who have seen her will be frightened by her charming and sharp appearance at the moment. Her expression and tone are often with a blade, which can easily make offensive people full of holes.

But in front of him, Fatty Tian, ​​who had won the Sixth Knight of the Empire Purple Star Medal, looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. He slapped his mouth to the other end of the banquet hall. At the point of signing, a woman clasped her hands together, as if she was muttering and praying, and looked at Milan Rand, a member of the Rand family in the hall. She looked like a collective "so handsome" and looked like a scarlet look.

The woman in the maid dress immediately raised her eyebrows, and her big eyes were emitting expressions on her skin that were shattered, as if she wanted to turn the fat officer into a roasted pig.

After her face changed drastically in the clouds and clears, she was no less than the glass red storm of the garbage stars.

Then she turned around, took a deep breath, stepped out her long legs and walked into the hall.

Her slender figure began to stand proudly as she walked. The maid's skirt moved away with the wind. She walked out of the curtain and walked past the side of the pillar. Her body line drew a brilliant track in the banquet hall, as graceful as a terrifying geek... pointed directly into the corner of the banquet, an inconspicuous but somewhat unspeakable attractive handsome man.

Lin Hai saw those eyes and the stunning figure. Based on the engineer's thinking, it shows that the woman's target was her.

Not far away, I also found the woman walking towards her, Lu Manna and the butler Wang, lowering their heads and ears, whispering something, and their eyes kept patrolling the approaching men and women.

Although he was mentally prepared, facing the woman's big and black eyes, a part of Lin Hai's chest and lungs stumbled, trying hard to keep calm, but his heart still jumped a little unyieldingly.

“…come here”

[Note] This passage of God Quasimov was derived from Notre Dame de Paris.

By the way, this title is very good, with the bright eyes and good looks in my image.
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