Imperial Glory

Dim and dizzy, he could only obediently stretch out his hand and ask His Majesty the Emperor to dress him.The servants in the room probed their heads, wanting to find out some secrets of His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Empress, but of course they were disappointed, because Trolo was quickly coaxed out and sat at the dining table.

Feeling better after a bit of dessert, he slowly sliced ​​the steak, taking a furtive glance at Alderaan. "Then can I go back?"

"You just came here and wanted to leave? Now that your power in Bitter Star has come under my name, what are you going back for?" Alderaan put down the tableware and looked at him seriously.

"Because... everyone has their own career, and my new mech model is still on the Bitter Star, so I can't throw it somewhere." Trolo tried to slow down his tone.

"Do you remember who you are now?"

"Ah!" Isn't this your trick?Trolo felt speechless for a moment.

"You illegally invaded the capital planet, should I just let you go out like this? What do you want me to do to the people of the Oz Empire?" Audran smiled maliciously, "After all, your so-called application , I didn’t see it, where’s the approval?”

"..." Trolo knew that he still didn't have the ability to fight back in front of Alderaan, so he ate his meal obediently, preparing to escape from the palace.

"I advise you to rest obediently for a few days and don't think about other things, otherwise a beam of particle light bombs may split the bitter star

of. Audran glanced at Trolo and knew he was planning something good again. Trolo has been in poor health since he was a child. If he continues to work like this, it will have a great impact on his life expectancy and fertility.

"Hmph." Trolo sneered, turned around and went to catch up on sleep again.

On the second day, Alderaan had just woken up when he heard his subordinates report, "His Royal Highness the Queen couldn't sleep last night, so she went to the mech room."

He patted his forehead irritably, this kid just couldn't stand it, so he walked towards the mecha room after speaking.I saw Trolo wearing work clothes, covered in oil, dismantling a part of the D160 mecha.

"The reason I gave you permission is to keep you from sleeping in the mecha room at night?" Alderaan folded his arms and leaned against the door. The floor was so messy that there was nowhere to put his feet.

"Dawn?" Trolo took off his goggles and looked at him in surprise. "I just finished half of this project, and you won't let me go back, so I have to do it myself."

"Is it important?"

"Of course it's important! With this mech, the military strength of the empire can be greatly improved!" Trolo looked at Alderaan with a smile, but saw the other party's gloomy face. "Is it more important than yourself?" Or, more important than me?

Seeing that Alderaan was really angry, Trolo could only play cute to please, "Actually, it's almost ready, you see, I just need to remove the power system of the D160 and install it into my newly developed miniature mecha, just like this..." Trolo said that he tried hard to dismantle the power system, but his foot slipped and he fell to the ground.

"Are you...are you alright!" Alderaan looked at the horrible scene and hurried over to help him up, regardless of the ground. "Come to me for this kind of thing next time. I have also passed the Mecha Level [-] Engineer Certificate."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll be fine if you don't come in." Trolo muttered and pushed him out the door. "10 minutes, I must come to have breakfast."

Ten minutes later, Troro, who smelled like motor oil, sat comfortably opposite Alderaan.The expressions of the attendants were all appalling. This was their newly promoted Her Royal Highness the Empress.

"Remember to change your clothes before you come to have breakfast next time. These smells are not good for your health." Audran resisted the urge to bend the fork and reminded him "gently". "And you have a good rest, I will personally take you to visit Bitter Star in three days!" Alderaan finally bent the fork, and calmly asked for a new one.

Trolo, however, ate quietly his plate of cheese and mashed potatoes, topped with purple deep-sea caviar and framed with delicate chocolate flowers.

You said it yourself, he thought silently, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

After the meal, he was forced to change his clothes, and then fill in his identity information, because His Majesty the Emperor insisted that the Empress could not be a criminal.

"I suggest you go for a physical examination." Alderaan looked at the still incomplete identity information form, frowning. "How long has it been since you had a medical examination?"

"The equipment at Kuxing can detect other problems besides fractures." Trolo said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I don't have any fatal diseases despite my poor health."

"I'll arrange someone to give you a comprehensive physical examination in the afternoon."

"It's already afternoon."

"Then now. The clerk will arrange it!"

"No, I hate physical exams."

Alderaan really has nothing to do with him, why is Trolo always overconfident in himself.

Trolo sneered: "You used to be like this too. You dragged me to the infirmary every now and then. In fact, there is no need to be like this. I don't want to die. If there is anything, I will say it myself."

"It's because I don't care about people, I just want to care about you more." Audran said in a low voice.

"I have received His Majesty's concern, can I restore my freedom now?" Trolo smiled at him.

"If you don't want to laugh, stop laughing. In three days, we will leave on time." Alderaan said sadly.

Trolo turned around and took out a particle gun and snorted softly: "Anyway, I see that you are not in a bad mood. I'm done, you see." Trolo pointed the gun at Alderaan.

"What?" Alderaan looked at the ordinary particle gun in surprise.

"Just like this..." Trolo pulled the trigger, and the particle gun in his hand transformed rapidly, automatically turning into the inner compartment of the mecha to wrap him, and then automatically splicing the outer compartment.

Alderaine: "..." Fortunately, my palace is big.

"How about it, okay!" Trolo said very proudly. "Bitter Star's latest miniature mecha, produced by Troro."

Alderaan found the dismantling button, and the mecha quickly returned to the appearance of an ordinary particle gun.

☆、Bitter star ([-])

"...This is very good." Alderaan briefly commented. "You finished it so quickly?"

"No, this is a preliminary model. It was conceived when I came last time. It actually looks good, but it doesn't have much power. I think the attack power of the first generation is too weak, mainly in defense." Trolo took the particle Play with the gun. "After you take me to Kuxing, I will send you a second generation."

"Then I'm looking forward to its strength." Alderaan looked at him with a smile.

"Of course, I promise to satisfy His Majesty."

On the third day, the fact that His Majesty the Emperor took the Queen on a tour immediately became popular throughout the empire.Netizens began to stand spontaneously into three factions.Some people questioned why the emperor and queen left in a hurry without even holding the wedding?There are also many people who support His Majesty to go to Kuxing to help the poor.More people ate melons quietly and screamed loudly: "The emperor and the queen are so good together!"

But this has nothing to do with Alderaan and Trolo on the Royal Shuttle. They really study the star map seriously.

"I told you to come here a long time ago. It is said that Kuxing is at the edge of the Oates Empire, desolate and helpless, but there is still a glimmer of life here. Do you remember the s2s asteroid we visited?"

Alderaan nodded thoughtfully: "You mean to enclose this place for development. According to this progress, only the mecha industry can be developed."

"Yes, mecha transportation is not afraid of long distances. Relying on the minerals of Kuxing, we can build a mecha repair industry, build schools, teach mecha engineering, and then circle a few asteroids to provide necessary food resources." Trolo Both eyes shine.

"It's okay to say, but it's really difficult to put it into practice, but you must try. It's not an option to keep the border desolate." Alderaan analyzed it carefully, thought it was feasible, and planned to pack it back.Let credible people do a plan.

"Knowing that you are coming to help the poor, the people of Kuxing welcome you. Look..." Trolo suddenly lost his voice.

Alderaan looked and saw a tacky big red banner held by a small space robot, with the slogan "Warmly welcome His Majesty the Emperor to visit Bitter Star" scribbled on it.

"..." Alderaan was silent for a while, and finally choked out a sentence: "I have received this welcome."

Trolo smiled: "There is only one school on Kuxing, and there are not many people who can read. Don't mind your Majesty."

Audran thought for a while: "I don't mind, this counts as...accompanying you back to your mother's house..."

"Hahahaha... this natal family can..." Trolo couldn't stand still with a smile, he helped the control panel, the shuttle shook, and returned to the landing state.

Alderaan helped him calmly, preventing Trolo from becoming unsteady and hitting the panel again.

The shuttle came to a stop slowly, and the wind swept through the window with wind and sand, and the sky was covered with dark brown dust.Desolate everywhere, no human habitation.The attendant handed them two dust masks, and Alderaan glanced at Trolo: "It's really hard for you."

Trolo put it on skillfully: "Bitter? The worst time has passed. I have been helping Kuxing build a simulated atmospheric protection net, but the funds have not been enough. There are too many places where money is needed here."

"Well, I can allocate a special fund here."

"My dear Emperor, do you have the right to allocate funds privately? Or do you want to use royal special funds?"

"It's really difficult for the parliament to pass this situation at the moment, but I haven't used it recently, so I can still save a fortune from the royal special fund." Alderaan looked at him seriously.

Trolo thought that His Majesty the Emperor who was serious was really cute, squinted his eyes, and smiled happily: "Okay, as long as you put the bitter star into your sphere of influence, and build a garrison base next to it to reduce the disputes of big families, I can develop this place. Now take you to see the mines."

The environment in Kuxing is indeed harsh. Alderaan even thought that if he set this place as a scene, he would really hurt the enemy by one thousand and himself by eight hundred. No wonder the Federation is always very quiet on this border.

After walking for a short time, a mine appeared, which was deep and large, and it was dark underneath, but there were a little bright blue light dots flickering in the middle.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Trolo asked.

"Yes, it's so beautiful, the legendary treasure of the empire." Alderaan admired it sincerely.

six years ago……

When Trolo was first exiled to Bitter Star, he was filled with strong anger and resentment, as well as unwillingness. The 20-year-old young man set foot on this desolate land for the first time, and he was really at a loss.Loward made up his mind to kill him, his identity was revoked, and the Federation launched another war on the border. Alderaine had no time to spare and couldn't find him at the border. The only thing he could do was rely on himself.

Trolo silently took a bite of the special pancake here, and spit out several mouthfuls of dirt. "Hahaha, young man, come here for the first time. You said you young people have nothing to do here." The uncle who bought the pancakes smiled and handed him a glass of thick syrup. I'm sending you off."

Trolo thanked him, took a sip silently, and felt much better. "Is it always like this here?"

"Yeah, it's windy and dusty every day." The uncle sighed, "There's nothing to grow in the field."

Trolo touched the black dust on the table, it shouldn't be, it has no metal texture, it's just ordinary dust, no matter how difficult it is to grow, something should grow, but here, not even a blade of grass grows.

In the strong wind, Trolo was wrapped in a cloak and a mask, struggling to carry daily necessities to his small apartment.

On the border battlefield, Alderaan had just finished commanding a battle, temporarily repelled the enemy, wiped his face, but heard the news that Trolo was missing. "What are you doing! I'll let you see that you can't do it personally!" The hostility on the battlefield has not yet dissipated, and His Majesty's anger is even more burning.

"Find it quickly!" Alderaan angrily knocked on the wall, denting a small piece of the metal plate.

"Your Majesty, the enemy is attacking again on the Eastern Front!"

"Understood, get out!" Alderaan got on the mech again and drove to the battlefield.Wherever the artillery fire passed, there was no armor left.law?family?With me here, you will not be allowed to control the empire forever.

Bitter star, it took Trolo three months to finally get together an analyzer, but it was always not working, and often needed to be tapped.Although the life is difficult, you will get used to it slowly, and the people here are also very kind, and they often help him, a weirdo who is engaged in scientific research, otherwise he really doesn't know how to survive.He is not physically fit for manual work, and there is no industry that needs his skills here. At most, he can only help the residents here repair the machines.

The 240th sample was abnormal again, and the siren was beeping like crazy.Trolo stared at the machine suspiciously for a long time, then reached out and tapped it. "Dude, are you all right?"

The siren was still alarming frantically, "The metal content exceeds the standard, and there is no metal in the test." Trolo said to himself, this time the soil sample was dug from a cave by him. The appearance of metal, the machine can't detect the type of metal, could it be that his heart beat violently.

On the frontier battlefield, the Federation came prepared this time, and the Zerg attacked from the side again, dragging the battle line extraordinarily long.Alderaan wiped out another wave of Zerg with a flamethrower, and calmly commanded the army to retreat, deploy defenses, assemble, and attack again.It's been three months, and there is still no news of him, but I can't go back to Capital Star to take a look, Trolo, where are you?

☆、Bitter Star ([-])

On Bitter Star, Trolo went deep into the cave again, holding the lamp and walking carefully inside.Although the surface of Kuxing is dry, there are still abundant water sources underground, and water drips from the roof of the cave from time to time.

He took out a miniature detector, the red light on it was constantly flashing.Troro, wrapped in a protective suit, walked forward step by step.Suddenly a steep slope appeared in front of him, he slipped and slid directly to the bottom of the slope.

Troro was aching all over, but fortunately the lining of the protective suit was soft enough.He lay on the ground and took a hard look at the detector, the red light for developing it was no longer blinking. "No way, it's broken so soon." Trolo wailed.At the same time, he suddenly felt that the surrounding environment was not right, it was too dry, and the sound of the surrounding water completely disappeared.Where am I?He was shocked!There must be some kind of mysterious substance here.

He took the soil samples here, and after recovering some strength, he walked back slowly.

Half a year later, a royal shuttle landed on the surface of Kuxing.The residents of Kuxing also recognize the royal emblem, and they hide and dare not go forward.Alderaan's chief of guards, Djelka, led a group of guards through the residential area and arrived at the door of Trolo's hut.

There was no one in the room, and the guards were all waiting outside the room respectfully.After a long time, Trolo finally came back from the outside in disgrace.

Terka hurried forward and said: "Mr. Trolo, His Majesty the Emperor has been looking for you. Now that the border war is not over, he can only send us to pick you up."

Trolo pulled off his dirty gloves and looked at him: "Has the LV family revoked my exile order?"

Hearing this, Terka lowered her head: "No."

Trolo patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "I'm going back now just to let Mr. Li put pressure on His Majesty the Emperor. It's better to let me stay here quietly."

"Mr. Trolo, you know that His Majesty the Emperor will definitely keep you at all costs." Derka quickly persuaded.

"Hush." ​​Trolo put his index finger to his mouth, "If you really want to help me, send me some better experimental equipment and mecha accessories, and send some supplies to the residents here, remember not to tell anyone Man. I'll explain it at Alderaan."

That day, Terka was coaxed out with a message to His Majesty the Emperor in a daze.Alderaan quietly read Trolo's message, glanced at Terka nervously, and said, "It's nothing to do with you, go back. He wants something, send it to him, and give it to him next time." He sent a terminal, the kind that can connect directly to me."

Half a year later, there was a temporary truce on the border of the empire, and Alderaan returned to the capital planet, but he couldn't go there. Let the family here know about this, and they will definitely find trouble with Trolo.

Terka felt that he was about to become a postman, running quietly to Kuxing all day long. If Kuxing was not behind and there were no reporters who wanted to go, His Majesty and Mr. Trolo would have been dug out thousands of times.He looked at his fading hair and started thinking about quitting.

After another half a year, Kuxing and Trolo carefully observed the reaction temperature to prevent the explosion from happening again.This crude laboratory could no longer withstand an explosion.After some careful operations, a small chip was produced. Trolo held it in his hand and opened the terminal program. Slowly, the chip changed, and a mechanical arm wrapped Trolo's hand .

Trolo let out a long sigh of relief, "Look at you, I wish I hadn't been obedient earlier."

The chip was restored, and Trolo held it in the palm of his hand, which would definitely change the future of the empire.

At this year's technology conference, there was a big news that Trolo was back.The reporters were moved by the news, the famous mecha engineer, the developer of the F series power system, and the inventor of the H series quick repair potion, although he disappeared for almost a year and a half, the media never gave up digging for news about him.

"Hello, Mr. Trollo, can you explain why you disappeared?"

"Mr. Trolo, what new product do you want to release this time?"

"Get out of the way, the royal shuttle is coming, get out of the way." Derka led a large number of guards to clear a space for the shuttle, and Alderaan's shuttle stopped.

The reporters were stupefied one second and mad the next.

"Hello, audience friends, the latest report from the front line, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly attended this science and technology conference, and now the live broadcast..."

Trolo helplessly looked at the person who came out from inside, and smiled at him.There was unconcealable tenderness in Alderaine's eyes, as well as joy after waiting for too long.

But neither of them showed it, they turned around silently, and walked their own passage.

There are many acquaintances on the field, most of whom are former classmates of Trollo.

"Trollo, long time no see." Zhou Wen handed him a glass of wine and smiled. "I was scared to death when you disappeared after you left me a message last time."

Trolo took it and took a sip: "I haven't thanked you yet, if you didn't send someone to stop me, I would have been killed by them."

"Sigh, it's still not in time. In fact, you still have people from Alderaan by your side. Otherwise, my ability would not be enough."

"Wenwen, you are here! I have been looking for you for a long time, and I know how difficult it is for me to sneak in." Korida quietly hugged Zhou Wen from behind and began to act like a baby.

"If you don't work hard and don't get the invitation, blame me?" Zhou Wen pushed him away with a smile.

"Trollo! You're back, Wenwen, it's not like he doesn't have an invitation letter!" Ke Ruida looked at Trolo in surprise.

"Sorry, I'm just an invitation to walk." Trolo saluted politely.

"Be quiet, everyone, and I invite His Majesty the Emperor to give an opening speech." The host shouted from the stage.Trolo smiled unkindly when he heard it, and asked Alderaan to do the opening, making sure he didn't want to be silent.

Alderaan calmly stepped onto the stage, found where Trolo was standing, and numbly began to read the speech.It was a job he didn't want to do at all, but it would set the tone for what Trollo was going to say next.

Trolo passed by Alderaan and said softly, "Did your team make it up on the spot?" Seeing Alderaan nod, Trolo smiled again.

"Today, I want to announce that there is another metal added to the list of metal types." Trolo watched the uproar below with satisfaction.

"That's what I named it." Trolo took out his chip. "It is extremely unstable and difficult to extract, but we can make use of this property. This is the chip I made with this metal." Trolo showed his metal arm again, attracting the following There was a commotion.

"Sure enough, Trolo can surprise us every time." Zhou Wen looked at Trolo on the stage with joy in his eyes.

"Then how difficult is the extraction difficulty you mentioned? If the cost is too high, it will be difficult to popularize." Someone asked a question below.

"The difficulty I'm talking about is the problem of the extractor. I haven't developed a suitable extractor yet, but I'm already designing it."

"Is it hard? If it is active, will it be unstable?"

"About the hardness, it is enough to defend against first-class quantum bullets." Trolo smiled and snapped his fingers, and a beam of particle light bullets was projected. Trolo raised his hand to block it, and the mechanical arm was unscathed.

☆、Bitter Star ([-])

The audience suddenly fell silent, and then immediately boiled over. Reporters from all walks of life crowded forward frantically, wanting to get the latest information.

An old scholar sat quietly in his seat, muttering to himself: "Finally, it has finally become a reality..." Sitting next to him was a general who couldn't help covering his face and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, The war is coming to an end.

Troro restored the chip and looked at Alderaan with a smile. "Everyone, please be quiet. I have applied to the Imperial Resources Management Bureau for identification. The mining rights of all rare metal resources on the Bitter Star belong to the aborigines on the Bitter Star. No one is allowed to occupy or mine without permission."

"The resources of the entire empire belong to the emperor. How can the lowly people on Bitter Star deserve to own such precious resources?" The one who spoke was Cesica Lu, the father of Trolo, and the current patriarch of the LV family.

Alderaine glanced at him expressionlessly, "Since I have the right to control, I agree to authorize all the natives of the Bitter Star. They have lived in misery for many years, and they deserve this wealth."

Sesika gritted her teeth fiercely. Such a large business was handed over to others in this way. The emperor was too young, and people from other families would not be so stupid.

"But I am the owner of the metal extraction process and synthesis formula, so please don't use your brains."

When Trolo said the second time, it was tantamount to directing all the blame on himself. After all, ore resources can be purchased, but it is really troublesome to make decisions from this gentleman.

Seeing the result he was satisfied with, Troro bowed to express his thanks, turned and walked off the podium.

Alderaan sent special personnel to block all curious people for him, and directly escorted him to the special lounge.Several people inside are already waiting anxiously.

"General Ritchie, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Trolo stretched out his hand with a smile.

This is the old general who followed the three emperors, Ivan Rivic.

Although the old general has made great military achievements, he is very easy-going and likes the juniors who are hardworking and motivated. Seeing Trolo, he is naturally happy in his heart.He introduced the people behind him one by one.

"These two are Admiral Meng Tong and Admiral Anatoly. I don't need to introduce you as well as Academician Zhou Wen."

When Trolo saw the situation, he knew it. "I'm afraid the general wants to ask about the chip?"

At this time Alderaan also came in, motioned that there was no need to salute, and naturally sat down beside Trolo. "There are still many interesting inventions out there, and this science and technology conference has produced a large number of talents."

Ridge smiled, "But Mr. Trolo is the one who takes the lead."

Trolo didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, he accepted the old general's compliment carelessly. "The general's hopes for me are too high. What I didn't say just now is that although metal is magical, its branches are very scattered and cannot be mined in large quantities. Moreover, its mining will cause great environmental pollution."

The old general frowned slightly, "Sacrificing a bitter star, we can provide the aborigines with..."

"General, to mine enough metal, you need to dig deep enough, and the bitter star is deeply affected by the storm. If a large amount of dust is brought to the interstellar, it will eventually affect the interstellar route. And the radiation caused by the trace elements inside will definitely Affects interstellar transit to a certain extent."

The old general became more and more frustrated as he listened, his brows were furrowed.Admiral Meng Tong was quick-spoken, and he asked displeasedly: "Then you mean not to mine?"

"It's not as serious as he said. What Troro means is that the amount and method of mining need to be determined by him." Alderaan said at the right time.

"Is it possible for him to decide on important matters related to the glory of the empire? If something happens to him, who will this right go to, his children?" Although the emperor said this, Meng Tong felt that it was absurd .

"What are we soldiers for? We can defend the country without miniature mechas, but can't we do without miniature mechas?" Anatoly glared at Meng Tong, "I think since His Majesty can trust you Mr Trollo, it would be better to give resources to Mr Trollo than to a greedy big family."

Ritchie nodded, "Mr. Trolo is a man I can trust, but I also hope that there will be as many such weapons as possible. After all, I don't want more imperial soldiers to die."

"The purpose of mining in an appropriate amount and manufacturing in an appropriate amount is to prevent the outflow of weapons. I don't think there is any guarantee that there will be no traitors in the army of the generals. The sales volume and serial number will make the origin of each weapon clear and prevent the people of our empire from manufacturing Weapons were used against the Empire."

The old general gave him an approving look, "Mr. Trolo is young but has a vision, and he will definitely become the glory of the empire in the future."

After sending off several generals, Trolo was able to sit down and have a good rest.

"I don't even have a sense of existence at all." Zhou Wen said pretending to be sad.

"Not necessarily, you have become an academician of the Royal Mecha Research and Development Center, not bad."

"It wasn't forced by those old men. I was not very interested in developing mechas. I just wanted to be a pharmacist, but they said that the future of developing mechas is much farther than being a pharmacist. Enter the mech research and development center." Zhou Wen got a headache when he mentioned this matter.

"Being able to cross majors proves that you are very good." Audran commented.

"Oh, don't mention it. Trolo, I just want to know what you did back then. The LV family actually issued an exile order. I guess that old fox Cecica must be hiding under the quilt and crying." Zhou Wen thought of Seth. The way Sika gritted his teeth at the meeting couldn't help but find it funny.

"What exile order? It's clearly an assassination order. Loward stole my potion information and wanted to kill me. They originally wanted to take me away from the capital planet and execute me. They declared exile to the outside world. But I took control of the spaceship and let it crash on Bitter Star, I hid in the rescue cabin and escaped unharmed."

Alderaan's eyes darkened when he heard this.

"They are really stupid. Using the spaceship I built the system to exile me, isn't it just a show of letting the tiger go back to the mountain?" Trolo laughed at himself. Thanks to the tempering of the past few years, he gradually grew up and understood life. difficulty and hardship.

"The research institute specifically asked me to go to Kuxing with you to help you develop mechas." Zhou Wen said helplessly.

"Supervisor?" Alderaan raised his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely not interfere with Trolo. Probably the research and development people are bored with me, so they just found a name to dismiss me, and I just happened to find a place to carry out drug research and development."

"Bitter Star is not a good place for drug research and development, but it's good to bring you along, just ask you to help me." Trolo thought for a while.

"When are you leaving?" Alderaan stared into Trolo's eyes.Zhou Wen didn't know if he was blind, but he saw the feeling of reluctance in His Majesty's eyes. Is he crazy?Your Majesty, this really hit the south wall.

"Well, let's do it tomorrow, save other people from bothering me."

Alderaan nodded slightly, "Yes, I will also leave for the military camp tomorrow. The room in the palace has been reserved for you."

"Okay!" Trolo followed Alderaan contentedly as he thought that he could have the palace.

"By the way, Academician Zhou Wen, please let me know in advance that I will take Colonel Kerida away tomorrow." Audran gave Zhou Wen a serious look.

After the two of them left, Zhou Wen hugged his head helplessly. He was really blind. "Honey, Your Majesty wants to take me away." Korida sent the window out and acted like a spoiled child to Zhou Wen aggrievedly.

"His Majesty already knew about you hanging out like this, hmph, the farther you get away, the better."

Ke Ruida's beast tail swayed, with a strong fawning, he hugged Zhou Wen, and whispered something in his ear: "Double tonight."

Academician Zhou Wen blushed.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, this article is purely for self-entertainment, updates follow fate, and everyone gets together by fate.

☆, Armistice ([-])

Apparently the two gentlemen who returned to the palace were affected in any way. Trolo happily enjoyed the royal meal, and followed Oran to visit the most advanced technology. It’s a pity that we have only improved so much.”

His Majesty Alderaan acquiesced to Trolo's arrogance and allowed him to comment on various research and development.Suddenly he turned around, startling Trolo, who was so engrossed in his studies.

"What are you doing? Scared me!" Trolo complained dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, the situation in Capital Star is unstable recently, and the war is not over yet, you must be more careful this time." Alderaan lowered his eyes, not looking at Trolo.

"Why are you apologizing? What does this have to do with you?" Trolo wanted to laugh a little, but he nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Your Majesty, you must have my support behind you."

"Trollo, you are a genius." Alderaan smiled and continued to lead the way for him.

So I don't want to be anyone's accessory, Trolo thought to himself.

On the second day, Trolo and Zhou Wen embarked on the road to return to Bitter Star.

"I feel that the speed of the shuttle is much faster this time. Is it your new calculation method?"

"You think I can do anything?" Trolo laughed. "A friend helped me. She's a genius."

"Can you still take the initiative to make friends? There is progress." Zhou Wen felt relieved immediately, as if his autistic son, whom he had raised for many years, had finally made friends.

"I'm not that bad. I've just been hiding in Kuxing and researching mechs. It's just a little bit out of place. I saw the latest scientific research project yesterday. It's a pity that everyone is busy making weapons."

"The war has gone to the minds of the people of the empire." Zhou Wen spread his hands. "Especially in pharmacy. They only seek to improve your H4 medicine, but they don't know how to develop new H5 and H6 medicines."

Trolo was silent for a long time. "I'm also neglecting research and development, and I'm also thinking about how to resist H4 drug resistance, which has always been a big problem."

"Just now you admitted that you are not omniscient and omnipotent, and mortals must be inferior. There are so many scientific researchers in the empire, and keeping them is not a display." Zhou Wen patted Trolo's head.

"Don't touch my head!" Trolo glared at Zhou Wen angrily.Zhou Wen was in a good mood, humming a ditty and continued to study the calculation method of the shuttle.

"Remember to wear protective clothing." Behind Zhou Wen, a dull voice came from the protective clothing, "The wind and sand on the bitter star are too strong."

When the two reached the outer edge of Bitter Star, they found some small private shuttles wandering around.

"This is all private, and someone already wants to do it."

"Well, I just temporarily set up a protective net before I left. It can hardly prevent anything. It is useful to mention His Majesty Alderaan. The big families dare not act rashly." Trolo was obviously unhappy, and his voice was very dull. .

"It's okay, the metal development technology is not yet mature, and they know it's not the right time." Zhou Wen comforted Trolo.

Trolo didn't say much, and sent a communication, asking the other party to help find a way to strengthen the protective net. He has limited experience in this area, and this is a huge project. It is too difficult for him to complete the two or three projects at hand. Some difficulties.

They landed directly on the edge of the mine found by Trolo, where Trolo directly built a studio. Anyway, it is located in a no-man's land, and it can reduce the disturbance of outsiders.

Zhou Wen walked around with his arms folded, and recorded a holographic video for His Majesty the Emperor who was far away on the border. "It's a hard life." Trolo was busy cleaning up the dust on the table, testing the equipment, and hummed indifferently