Get down on your knees, useless Alpha

Lemonks' funeral was simple, with a coffin, a flag, and a wad of freshly minted yellows that had been surreptitiously stuffed under the flag.

Those who came voluntarily stood solemnly, watching the coffin being buried in the earth.

"Your glory is buried in the soil, and your faith is in people's hearts." The person standing beside Rabelais said softly.

"I'm sorry," Rabelais said.

The man shook his head with a smile: "This is his own choice."

As soon as Rabelais returned to the Federation, he rushed to Lemonks' office and pulled out the letter from under a pile of pornography.

The handwriting on the envelope was so neat that Rabelais had never seen it before, and several discarded letter papers in the trash can described the owner's uneasy heart.

Rabelais gently put the envelope into a small box, not letting it wrinkle, let alone let his eyes touch the "To my love" on the envelope.

This is the secret of Lemonks, and no one has the right to wonder.

In the end, the letter was handed over to a beta named Donahue. He was not a very outstanding person. He had an ordinary family background, even his appearance could be regarded as handsome at best, and he ran an ordinary flower shop.

But no matter how you look at it, this ordinary person is the lover of the extraordinary Marshal Lemonks.

In fact, although Marshal Lemonks is known as the old bachelor, there are still many omega who are willing to combine with him, and any one of them can throw Donahue out ten blocks.

But Lemonks did not accept any of them, and no one knew that he had a lover named Donahue until he died on the battlefield.

But the curious people did not try to explore the story, pretended not to know the existence of Donahue, followed Lemonks' wishes, and let Donahue live his own life.

This might be the last time Donoghue appeared in the sight of these people.Rabelais knew that Donahue had decided to emigrate to a remote planet, and maybe he would come back in many years, maybe never again.

Donoghue did not stay to continue to remember, he planned to leave after seeing the coffin buried in the ground.

Rabelais gave him a drive to avoid some reporters.

The two unfamiliar people in the car were silent.

Rabelais was thinking about his own affairs when he heard Donahue's gentle voice: "Don't doubt yourself."

Rabelais was stunned for a moment, then he heard Donahue continue to say: "He chose you because you are the most suitable, and he trusts you."

Perhaps, the only praiseworthy thing about Downers is his sensitivity and empathy.

The silent Rabelais recalled the most beautiful starry sky he had ever seen, recalling what the council had said to him.

"We can make you Marshal, but we can't trust you, so you have to implant this, do you agree?" The speaker held a small precision machine in his hand and looked at him with probing eyes.

Rabelais had seen this, he had seen it taken from his heart.

And how did you answer it yourself?

"I agree." Rabelais replied without hesitation.

A long time ago, Rabelais once asked Lemonches a question, is freedom the most important thing?

No, Lemonks told him, although he said all the time that freedom is important, but freedom needs rules.

Steal when you feel like stealing, is that called freedom?When you want to kill, you kill. Is this called freedom?Freedom is the ability to speak without fear, to walk the streets without fear.

Rabelais goes on to ask whether that freedom to have rules is the most important thing.

Lemonks seemed perplexed, and said, if there is anything nobler than this, it is faith.Rules and freedom are things that need to be maintained, and there are always people who have to sacrifice for faith.

Once Lemonks used his own life to annotate the word belief, but now Rabelais has taken over this responsibility, and the previous past has nothing to do with him.

No matter what reason he was born, no matter whether his memory is true or not, he is the Federation Marshal Rabelais from now on, and exists for the Federation.

However, Rabelais still couldn't help recalling the starry sky he had seen, reflected in the black eyes, the starlight was continuous in it, and there were emotions he couldn't understand.

The man told him, very quietly: "You are free."

When he said this, that person didn't seem to be looking at him, but the words were indeed speaking to him.

At that moment Rabelais truly believed that he was free.

A long, long time later, Donohue died silently on a remote planet. When his son was sorting out his belongings, he found the letter Lemonks had written to him. According to his will, the letter was made public and released. Donate, posterity can see this letter in the museum.

Dear Donahue:

It is with trepidation that I write this letter to you.

I have other things to do these days, and I have not been able to answer your letter, and after writing this letter, I will go to the battlefield again.

You asked me last time, on what does one prove one's own existence.

My answer is faith, or, in a more mystical term, soul.

There are many things in this world that can control a person, potions, or other things.

No one can guarantee that what they do is what they want to do, and there are always some external forces that will interfere with us.

Personality will change due to environment and experience, and appearance can be changed at will. If I want, I can also turn myself into Rabelais (I didn’t get the autographed photo you asked me for last time).

What proves a person's existence is his heart.

Well, that’s the end of my answer to this question. If you are still so curious, you can ask those who study philosophy. It is not easy for me to write these contents through various materials.

I was in military school, not philosophy school.

Finally, I want to know your answer urgently and anxiously.

Although I can't always be by your side, I hope that when I come back, I can come to your side.

I beg you with my heart, may I be in your dreams tonight.

Love You: Lemonks

After reading this letter, many people will find it funny and strange that Marshal Lemonks, who has always been famous for being shameless and fond of watching pornographic movies, would also write such a clumsy love letter.

His last love letter.