I heard that the Imperial Marshal wants to raise me

six in the morning.

Sai Ling woke up suddenly, grabbed the backpack in a daze and rushed out of the door, opened the door and saw the light yellow sunlight shining in from outside the house, and then realized that this is not the dark black spider area.

Sai Ling stood dazedly in the corridor on the second floor with disheveled hair, a lollipop poked with a small wooden stick floated in front of him, and Sai Ling involuntarily took a step back.

"See my dark circles, I haven't slept all night." Lollipop said melancholy.

Sai Ling grabbed his dilapidated backpack and touched the discolored zipper on it, "That...does mechs need sleep too?"

The small wooden stick of the lollipop bent sharply, and then tried to straighten it again, "Why don't you need it! I want to sleep too! You bastard!"

"Sorry...I haven't seen such a smart mecha before, I don't understand..."

"Who asked you to explain, I don't want to hear it, I don't listen, I don't listen!!" The lollipop exuded colorful colors in grief and anger, and said resentfully, "You are not a servant, and you want to marry the marshal? -"

bang.

The room next to Sai Ling's bedroom made a noise, causing Lollipop and Sai Ling to freeze subconsciously. Sai Ling stammered, "My lord, is he at home?"

The terminal on his wrist rang, and Sai Ling turned on Qiao Yan's band, "Are you awake, the marshal is at home today, and I'm at the military headquarters. If you wake up, can I trouble you to send some food to the marshal?"

"Okay... Is he still not feeling well, sir?" Is it the aftereffect of yesterday's stomach trouble? He looks really hurt, Sailing worried.

Qiao Yan paused, "Stomach disease is an old problem, but it's not this time. Ah, I'm going to be busy, so I'll hang up first, goodbye."

Sai Ling stared at the grayed-out profile picture on the terminal, blinked slowly, then squatted on the ground and clicked on Interstellar World Wide Web.

"What are you looking for?" The lollipop floated to his shoulder and poked Seling with a small wooden stick.

Sai Ling didn't raise his head, "There should be a complete collection of the Marshal's favorite recipes online, and I want to download them." He looked up at the closed door, a little embarrassed, and remembered what he did a few days ago The marshal asked thousands of test questions, and suddenly he felt that the training class was quite important. I wonder if there is still a discount for signing up now, because he doesn't have that much money anymore.

There were all kinds of answers on the interstellar network, and Sai Ling felt a little dizzy. He limped down the stairs, planning to follow the most common breakfast for the people of the Saint Lans Empire.

The kitchen of Lothian's house is almost as big as Seling's house in the Black Spider District. There are many cabinets and drawers, and the seasonings in it are comparable to supermarkets.

Sai Ling tried his best to fry eggs and bacon as quickly as possible, cook porridge, heat milk, and finally cut a few pieces of fruit into the plate, lollipops surrounded him and sniffed, "It's too simple, the ancient earth has a full banquet of Chinese and Chinese, 88 dishes , you just give these to the marshal? It seems that you are not suitable for him, hmph, you actually want to marry him!"

Seling rubbed his hands together awkwardly, and slowly walked up the stairs with the tray, "Sorry, I don't know how to do 88 courses, can you, can I learn?"

Lollipop twisted the small wooden stick arrogantly, quickly downloaded a large book of ancient earth recipes from the interstellar network and passed it to Sai Ling, with tears in his eyes, "Here, you must take good care of him for me, even though we can't stay together , but the affection is still there~~~"

Seling, "..."

He knocked on the door, and after a while, Lothian's calm voice came out.

For the first time, Seling walked into Lothian's room, into the bedroom of the Marshal of the Empire, which countless people in the empire longed for.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and the dark-colored decoration style was very similar to his own bedroom, but it was much larger than his. Lothian stood in front of the window in dark silk pajamas, with his back to Seling, with a body Slender shoulders and broad back.

"My lord." Sai Ling's voice was very low. For some reason, he felt his body and the apex of his heart tremble. Looking at the man's back, his heart started beating.

"...Breakfast is here."

Lothian hummed with his back turned to him, calm and lazy, without any intention of turning around.

Sai Ling pursed her lips, put the plate lightly on the table, and when she turned to leave, she saw a message from Qiao Yan—please watch him finish his meal.

Sai Ling was surprised, why did he watch the marshal eating, my lord, he didn't seem to intend to eat.

As if he understood what Sai Ling was saying, Qiao Yan tacitly sent another message - if you leave, he might not eat, that's how stomach problems come from!

Sai Ling said, "How could my lord be like this? You have to eat every meal. Although he is very poor, he still tries to make himself full."Because you are sick, you will spend more money.

With Qiao Yan's explanation, Sai Ling felt confident, "My lord, have you washed?"

Lothian has not changed for thousands of years. Well, there is not a word.

Sering walked into Lothian with a plate, and said softly, "Your Excellency, you can eat." He looked at Lothian's back and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. The marshal seemed to be avoiding him on purpose.

With this thought in mind, Sai Ling quickly continued, "I took a shower and changed my clothes. I didn't touch ink today!"

Lothian, "..."

Sai Ling lowered his head in frustration, his eyes were dim, he held the plate and endured the heart-rending pain in his ankle that was swollen from standing for a long time, turned around with his ankle sprained, but unexpectedly, the pain in his ankle penetrated into the bone marrow immediately It made him tremble in pain, and the crisp collision of the dinner plate——

Lothian quickly supported Sai Ling who was about to fall, took the plate with one hand, and wrapped his arms around Sai Ling's waist with the other. Sai Ling raised his head and cried out in surprise, "My lord?!"

A look of embarrassment flashed across Lothian's face. He put the dinner plate on the table, grabbed Sailing's waist and carried him to the log four-post chair, his deep and narrow eyes avoided Sailing's sight.

Se Ling asked anxiously, "My lord, what's wrong with your face?! Are you sick?!" Lothian's face was covered with red spots the size of sesame seeds, all over his face. It wasn't dense, but it looked very The serious look made Sai Ling's heart suddenly lift up, and he immediately forgot the pain in his ankle, and hurriedly wanted to know what happened to the Marshal.

Lothian took the ointment and poured it into the palm of his hand, squatting on the ground and lifting up Sailing's trousers. When he saw Sailing's swollen ankle, he frowned.

Seling supported Lothian's shoulders, and said nervously, "My lord, I'm fine! You also have it on your face and hands, my lord, we should go to the hospital!"

Lothian's eyes met Sai Ling's flustered gaze, and guided Sai Ling to calm down slowly. With a bit of helplessness, he said softly, "It's okay, I'm allergic."

"Ah? Ah! My lord, you are allergic!" Sai Ling couldn't help calling out.

Lothian's warm palms were attached to Sailing's ankles, and he rubbed them with appropriate strength to help him remove the blood stasis. "Shh, it's okay. It will disappear in a day."

"...Mmm." Sai Ling blinked. This was the longest sentence he had heard Lothian say in the past few days. slip.

Sering looked at Lothian's stern face covered with red spots, which made him feel pain in his heart.

He suddenly remembered, was it because of this reason that he kept turning his back to him? Was it because of this reason that the marshal didn't go to work today?

Sailing breathed slowly, because yesterday when he fell down the stairs and hugged him, was he allergic to the cat fur on his body?

Sai Ling's throat choked, "I'm sorry." If he hadn't brought ink in, the marshal wouldn't be always scared by cats, and wouldn't be allergic to red spots all over his body because of cat fur, but he couldn't even go to work.

But Lothian never said a word to criticize him, he didn't let him throw the ink, and when he saw that he was in danger, he knew that he would be allergic, but he stopped him from falling.

Sai Ling's eyes were red, and he watched Lothian squatting in front of him, rubbing his ankles, and spraying him with detumescence medicine. Lothian looked at Sai Ling, his pupils were deep, and said softly, "It's okay."

He was a little helpless, he obviously didn't do anything or say anything, why did he look like he was about to cry.

Sai Ling felt ashamed of himself, he sniffed, "My lord, you can eat."

"Yeah." Lothian washed his hands, sat at the table, and slowly ate the still warm food, "Have you eaten?"

Sai Ling shook his head and said with a smile, "I'll eat later, Lord Qiao Yan let me watch him finish eating." He thought for a while and added, "Stomach problems will be healed only if you eat on time."

"Okay." Lothian called for a lollipop, and let it use the nerve tentacles to help Seling up, "Go and eat."

Sai Ling nodded, and added worryingly, "My lord will finish eating."

"……Um."

The lollipop green slender tentacles helped Sering out of Lothian's bedroom, and after a long distance from the bedroom, he said in grief, "Does anyone care? I'm a battle mech, not a crutch! Boom!"