Cold Star Blade

Black secretly observed the marshal through the killing match.

Although he passed the two competitions in a thrilling manner and survived with great fortune, but looking back and thinking about it, it was really shocking every step of the way, and he was decapitated after a little bit of luck.

The Marshal was the opposite of him. He was quickly ranked number one in the tactician area by gamblers. He was very optimistic about being promoted to a permanent player, and Ming Jin, the head of the Colosseum, was very interested in "her".

"What strength are you keeping?" The marshal seemed suspicious of this situation.

"What retains strength."

Blake sat at the crumbling round table in the middle of their shabby little house, shaking his legs and waiting for dinner, shrugged helplessly: "I'm just not good at animal fighting skills, if it's purely human-to-human fighting skills, it won't be so difficult to win." It's over." After he finished speaking, he sighed in a feeling of fatigue and worry.

The marshal had seen Black's individual martial arts fighting skills when he first rescued him.

Since it was inconvenient to talk in the room, the marshal also sat down at the table with the pot of assorted noodles in hand. While distributing to the Black bowl, he turned on the TV program and asked softly, "Is your left hand a little dull, and is it hurt?" Good relationship?"

Black was surprised that the marshal had noticed it, but he never showed it.

He stretched the five fingers of his left hand, and said: "The hand has actually recovered completely, and the anesthesia should have completely worn off."

"Before, you couldn't deal with those ghost assassins. Is it because of this reason?"

Blake was slightly startled, thinking about the weird situation, but said: "Those people are a bit strange, but I don't think this is something we need to discuss now. Regarding the 'ghost assassin', you should have information that I don't understand. , we can have a discussion at the right time."

This kind of answer is very similar to Kisialian's style.

Not continuing this topic, the marshal said: "Let's talk about Ming Jin's identity, he may be an old department of Marshal Danteria."

"Marshal Danteria still has the old department in the empire?"

"Commander Dan used to be Galanasa's school boy in his early years, so some of his cronies in the party group are the power of the Holder family, and this power is not small."

"Isn't it a rumor that it was the Holder family who killed Marshal Danteria in the end?"

There is an extremely calm and restrained rationality in the marshal's eyes, which makes people believe that he is just stating the established facts: "Commander Dan and Galanasa are like petites. He helps Galanasa eliminate opponents and control Holder The family has been in existence for 20 years. Later, the two joined the army together and were members of the main army against the "Red Skull and Skull" Death Star Corps. The friendship between the two was very deep and close when Dougalin rectified the Gawain family in the early stage. Commander Cong Dan Some of the personal letters left behind, as well as their exchange records at the time, can be confirmed. However, after the mutiny in the Tianshield Fortress, the relationship between the two quickly broke down. There was a serious split between the civilian generals and another part of the Holder family power."

The marshal paused for a moment, and his tone changed from a restrained statement to a bold suspicion: "The three confidantes of Commander Dan later raised the flag to rebel against the empire and declare war on the empire. Recruit these remnants of the party members, there are always fish that slip through the net and hide their names until now. Moreover, this is the hometown of Commander Dan."

When he was talking, he kept using the title "Commander Dan".Danteria's title of "commander of the armed forces" has not been held for a few days, and it is basically equivalent to an honorific title.It can be seen that in the eyes of the marshal, the former marshal of the empire, who has been controversial, stained and honored, is not regarded as a traitor.

Black laughed glibly and said, "Is Ming Jin one of the remnants who hide their names and go to Marshal Danteria's hometown to live a meager life?"

As if turning a blind eye to Blake's indecency, the marshal still said seriously: "His appearance and resume have completely changed, but I am 90.00% sure that he is a general with a high rank who is relatively close to Commander Dan."

"How do you judge?"

The marshal raised his eyes meaningfully, glanced at Black, and said, "The training methods, weapons used, and organizational management methods of those headhunters in the Colosseum."

Black pretended not to understand, and jokingly said: "You and Marshal Danteria are not contemporaries, are you? When he died, you were still a baby in swaddling clothes."

The marshal expressed his displeasure with Black's frivolous tone with some disdain, and said with a heavy eyebrow, "I have read a lot of materials and biographies of Commander Dan."

Black, however, did not buy it and continued to tease with a smile: "You are very interested in this former marshal who betrayed the empire, led to the split of the only political system in a thousand years, the decline of imperial power, endless wars, and the dictatorial crisis of warlords, which made military-political cooperation full of hidden dangers." ?”

The marshal said: "It's not about him personally."

Seemingly intending to end this topic, the marshal stopped talking and lowered his head to clean up the leftovers on the table.

Although their lives were poor, the marshal seemed to have a natural virtue of enjoying life even in difficult situations. He added fried sausages and stewed mashed potatoes to a simple fast meal, so that Blake could eat Shaking his legs more and more contentedly.

When they moved in, the refrigerator was of course empty. Unknowingly, the daily grocery shopping and the daily chores of replenishing the refrigerator were done by the marshal without saying a word.

"If you're not the marshal, you should be a good family man. Miss Elizabeth will be very happy." Black expressed the joy of drinking and eating with sincerity.

The marshal said sternly, "Her cooking skills are much better than mine."

"Really? But if you made it yourself for her, it would have a different meaning." Black chatted casually.

The marshal stood upright by the sink, brushing the greasy pots and pans with skillful gestures, without feeling dirty in the slightest.In the past two days, he cleaned up the windows of this shabby little house.He said, "You like it?"

"Huh? What do you like?" Blake asked absently while tuning the TV program.

"Like your lover cooking for you?"

"I like it..." Blake continued casually, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the sink.

Probably because of the women's attire, the marshal's back at the moment looks particularly virtuous and housekeeping, with long hair reaching his waist, and even has the illusion of gentleness and virtuousness.Blake couldn't help thinking, if they got a family, what would their married life be like?

He subconsciously wanted to touch the necklace around his neck, but his hand was empty, and he smiled absently.Xin said, it's too ridiculous to use the marshal to make up such a thing.

Pretending to be a couple and living together is really a bad idea, and it will be a big deal next time.

After the two of them washed up, they were ready to squeeze into bed and go to bed early to recharge their batteries for tomorrow.The bugs and monitors in the room have been dismantled by them in the past two days. The Marshal has good anti-detection knowledge, at least to ensure that there will be no eyes staring at them in the room.But external surveillance is unavoidable, so they are still very careful in their actions.

As soon as she lay down, the contact signal of Dynas jumped up on the wireless external adapter of the vulture mech hidden behind the ear of the marshal.

Blake's eyes were blinked by the red light, and he couldn't help saying: "Your ex-girlfriend really picks the time to harass you." He propped his head up with one hand, turned sideways and lowered his head slightly in a beauty lying posture, his lazy eyes were hidden in the drooping Behind the broken bangs that fell down, he stared at the marshal playfully and provocatively.

The marshal seemed to turn his head a little uncomfortably. Since the external connector attached to the pinna just exposed, Black clicked with his fingertips to turn on the communicator.The marshal turned his head suddenly like a sensitive cat whose ear had been poked, only to see Blake open his mouth wide and pat his mouth to let out a sigh of relief, like an unruly little wild dog, unaware that he just stretched out his claws to tease him. A grumpy cat.

"..."

"The two of you crowded so tightly every night for the past two days?" Danas's face appeared on the hovering projection screen, with a look of inexplicable embarrassment, "I won't fake a show for real, squeeze and squeeze, Squeeze out your feelings, shall we?"

The Marshal rubbed the bridge of his nose and remained silent.

His profile looks very cold, and he even naturally has a kind of arrogance that does not bow his head. With his eyes closed, he seems to be angry for some reason.

Black maintained his posture and didn't bother to move, regardless of whether the marshal was uncomfortable being squeezed against the wall by him, he said nonchalantly, "We two big straight men can't fall asleep. What's the matter?"

Denas put away her joking expression and said, "Fusha is more awake, he wants to ask you two for help."

District [-], Alecto City, at the entrance of Five Corners Alley.

"Fusha couldn't come here in person, so I sent the two of you to come instead?" The little old man who was huddled in a pile of carving crafts and cutting tools slowly moved himself out, and came to the counter without haste.

Blake pointed to a large sack he unloaded on the counter: "Here are the antelope teeth he promised to give you, a total of 46. We are the lamp burners of the Freemasonry, and it is our task to help him .”

The old man was in his sixtieth year, thin and lean, dressed as a craftsman, with silver hair in his hair, and some wrinkles on his face, which made him look calm and kind.

He said with a half-smile: "I introduced Viking to the Freemasonry. I thought it was helping him, but I didn't expect him to do this."

He gently placed a sealing reagent tube filled with a transparent yellow solution in front of Black: "Tell Fusha that this is the last one, and after that, I can't help him anymore."

Black nodded, put away the precious reagents, and said at the same time: "Did you prepare this medicine yourself, or did you get it from other sources? Don't worry, I just want to know, is there any other way?" Heal Viking."

The old man put a bag of phoenix teeth on the shelf behind his back, moved slowly, and said indistinctly after a long time: "I told Fusha that the only deal we can make is for him to exchange phoenix teeth. This potion. I didn’t lie to you, this is indeed the last Viking can use. After using it for a long time, he will develop resistance, and after that, this potion is useless to him.”

"Thanks, then," said Blake. "If it reassures your conscience, I'll convey it."

He and the Marshal unambiguously turned around and were about to leave the store, when the old man suddenly said: "Viking just happened to become an obstacle for 'them', and that's why he got into trouble. He didn't even know what stupid thing he did.' They've been planning something, and it's been a long time. I persuaded him that if he just handed the floating sand to 'them', he might be able to save himself."

Blake turned his head and saw that the old man was still huddled in the pile of tools, concentrating on his work, as if there was no one else around, and he no longer planned to raise his head.

They didn't stay for long, opened the door and walked out.

When he came outside, Black said, "Fusha should know who marked him. This kid may have a lot of secrets in his heart."

The marshal said: "I don't think asking him will give you a direct answer, but it may prompt him to do something stupid."

Black thought for a while: "It's really impossible to let him know."

With Fusha's personality, between telling the truth and acting alone, there is a high probability that he will choose the latter.

The marshal glanced at Black, and hinted: "However, his situation reminds me of someone."

Blake gave him a wicked look back, indicating that he had thought of it too.