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Author of "Chinese Pills": Nishizabubui

Copywriter:

[Xiaoxing's first draft is completed, and the full text will be replaced directly after the revision; Meteor will revise the manuscript but will not replace it.The author of the dog has gone to study, and the story is updated——9.20】

[I haven't finished writing the extra episode, the progress is 3/12, I finished it because I like trees——12.15]

That is just a very small corner of this starry sky, far less than the brilliance of one billionth of the vast universe, and less than the heat of the core and the coldness of the surface of any planet.

It is not as vigorous as any piece of soil, and it is not as vibrant as any clear stream, and it cannot moisten any dry and distressed land.

But from here, in the distance, a new light can be glimpsed, softly covering the charred wreckage of war.

The hour of dawn has come.

Big Karma Monkey, I am a new copywriter

New readers suggest to start with the Hyosung volume, and use the Meteor volume as Hyosung's supplement and side story 2333333

Again, our goal is the sea of ​​stars!It's a weekly update!It's not cheating!

Content tags: Huanxi Enemy Mecha Interstellar Future Overhead

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lean Richthofen Heidfeld, Frederick Lavelle┃Supporting role:┃Others: The author's sick series

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☆, the first fragment

one three five and two four six

According to His Majesty's schedule, the newlyweds will be interviewed by the editor-in-chief of Imperial X on the afternoon of the day they receive their certificates.

For His Excellency the General, who is busy with official duties, the official schedule is actually equivalent to having an extra day of paid vacation in addition to the wedding leave, so the General originally expressed no objection to this.

But after hearing that the reporter who came to interview was a reporter from the X newspaper, the general said that it was a bit uncomfortable——

"Are you sure you don't want to check whether someone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs has received a red envelope from X News?"

His Majesty waved his hand indifferently and said, don't guess how dare they dare, it's just that X reported the highest price in the empire to buy out the exclusive right, and that's all.

The Office of the Interior—the scientific name is the Office of Internal Affairs Management of the Royal Palace. It belongs to one of the royal institutions, but it claims to belong to the political committee under the name of the Congress, so it has the common name of the Office of the Interior.The actual power covers all the affairs of the palace and the royal family, and the person in charge is the theoretical butler of the royal family.

Of course, the designation of the interview agency is also the responsibility of the Home Affairs Office.

The general showed an expression of your country's pills: "The poor emperor and the poor housekeeper will do anything for money. The country with the number one sales of gossip newspapers is also terrible."

The emperor groaned and retorted: "You can't say that, you can watch it when you are fighting?"

The general sneered: "That's why those who hold exclusive gossip are so superior to their peers. The gossip newspapers in the empire are almost monopolized by them."

The emperor spread his hands: "This is a problem with the judicial department."

"Then what's the use of you."

His general had a cold face, which could barely be regarded as a high-altitude flower-it was completely different from the modest image he had always shown (the elders asked him), and he stopped talking to the emperor and went to change his clothes.

His Majesty the Emperor, Rian Highfield, was very calm, exuding a sense of ease that he was used to.

His Majesty Highfield flattened his collar, and was hesitating which medals to wear—as the person who received the most medals in the entire empire, even though he did not have difficulty in choosing, the founding emperor was still very troubled when faced with a whole box of medals.At this time, the general who had put on his military uniform was wearing a tie and looking at His Majesty the Emperor, without any intention of helping.The emperor smiled at his general and said, "Don't do this. Did we agree?"Democracy governing the country gradually decentralizes power, I can't □□, come and help me choose a medal?

General Lavelle turned around, tilted his head and squinted slightly to stare at his majesty for a long time, until the emperor put a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his general's nose.

His general opened his cornflower-like blue eyes, and there was some teasing in his eyes.

"It's so pitiful, the sad hero who got the medal softly."

General Lavelle rummaged through the box they shared, the clanging of metal colliding, the emperor frowned.

"I suddenly felt that throwing military medals around like this is not good...?"

"It's not very good." The general raised his eyebrows, "Your people will cry for you, 'Ah... our beloved Emperor...!', but please don't forget that this box is still yours to find here."

"So that's the case?" His Majesty the Emperor suddenly realized, and then laughed happily. "But I like it."

General Lavelle shrugged, found four metal medals without ribbons from a messy box, and spread them side by side in the palm of his hand, still looking inconspicuous.

After His Majesty Highfield saw clearly what his general had chosen, he immediately melted into a puddle of water from the inside to the outside, from the heart to the eyebrows and eyes.

Those were two extremely modest service medals and two "Morning Bird" medals, awarded only to cadets.

The emperor smiled as he watched his general fasten the medals on both of them, and stretched out his fingertips to caress the flapping wings of the white bird on the "Morning Bird".

"This is a medal that will trigger huge public opinion, Lavelle." The emperor said with a smile.

The general said nonchalantly: "The big deal is to lose your empire."

"You're right." The emperor didn't look like the emperor's second opinion at all. "Compared to this, your choice really surprises me. Have you finally enlightened?"

General Lavelle made no secret of the disgust on his expression.

"Lian Highfield, if you smile at me like that again, I won't marry you."

The emperor is not only an emperor, but also an actor.Immediately tense the expression that was about to materialize into some kind of joyful emotion overflowing, and stretched out his hand to wrap his general's arm.

"Then let's go, everyone is waiting, the sad hero who is only slightly better than me."

His general sneered, and stepped forward to make a clear sound on the glamorous ground of the palace.

The process of obtaining the certificate was generally smooth. His Majesty Highfield is a wise king, and he did not use his privileges to clear the field, but instead lined up with his generals in the queue of lovers.So General Lavelle was forced to work with his majesty to send blessings to every couple in the first hall who came to get married.

The result was that General Lavelle, who usually didn't appear in the public eye, froze with a smile, and was so angry that he almost didn't marry the emperor.

As expected of a man who has seen strong winds and waves conquer the entire galaxy, His Majesty the Emperor, who was almost dumped in front of the entire universe, remained unchanged. General Lavelle's dissatisfaction obviously could not touch His Majesty Highfield's calm nerves. His Majesty the Emperor gave a word of advice The golden sentence "It's all here", abruptly pushed his general back on the chair.

At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor, who had successfully received the certificate and returned, was reading the news and comments, and the public's attention was indeed focused on their medals.

The marriage of the two founding fathers of the empire was a huge event, an annual event that attracted the attention of the entire galaxy—even galaxies beyond the galaxy, but the two parties involved were so perfunctory that they even chose the least valuable medals to wear.

The kind emperor is rare to be glamorous and noble: "Anyone who says 'Morning Bird' is worthless should go to make up history lessons."

"In the future, they should suspect that you are going to restore the old system."

The general glanced at his emperor, turned his face to the other side where the emperor could not see, and smiled softly.

Let's talk about the palace.

Before he had time to enjoy the sweetness of the newlyweds, His Majesty the Emperor and his general re-entered the gate of the palace under the spotlight, and hurried to the royal reception room before even drinking their saliva.

"Can't this group of people let me feel a little bit the feeling of being in the palace?"

General Lavelle complained quietly.

"You can feel it slowly tonight."

His Majesty Highfield calmed down casually.

The general squinted his eyes at his majesty and let out a meaningful "oh".

The emperor responded with a casual flick of his hair.

The editor-in-chief of The X was a strong, gossiping woman who was always called "Ms. Eve" instead of "Mrs. Ames".

General Lavelle, who had dealt with this lady back then, subconsciously concentrated on his guard.

The emperor pursed his lips and glanced at his general, in return the general stared calmly.His Majesty the Emperor immediately flattened his lips and took a sip of tea.

"According to the votes on our website... this is an issue that your people have always cared about."

His Majesty the Emperor, who was born as a nobleman, nodded politely: "Please speak."

"That's right. Before that, the Ministry of the Interior and the Military Department called the two "the Emperor's couple" and the "General's couple". Today, can you announce who is the "husband" and who is the "madame"?"

"Uh, this..."

His Majesty Highfield turned his head to look at his general.

His general smiled slightly, a sly look in his blue eyes.

"Would you mind, Your Majesty."

General Lavelle winked at his Majesty.

The emperor smiled but tolerantly.

"You didn't mind at first, did you?"

"That's it." General Lavelle looked at Eve Ames again, "We don't mind these details, so the people don't need to mind either."

The editor-in-chief with "I mind very much" in her eyes is worthy of being the queen of the newspaper industry. She asked, "Then, can you please tell me specifically how you don't mind?"

His Majesty Highfield couldn't help but touch his forehead.

"No... ma'am, this is private, we can refuse to answer."

However, General Lavelle pressed the back of his majesty's hand and raised his eyebrows: "That's [-] and [-], don't you mind, next question?"

"..."

"Okay...Okay. This is the last question. Why did His Majesty and the General only wear these two medals today? Everyone can't wait to know."

The emperor showed an expression of "I knew it".

"Because it fits."

His Majesty the Emperor said with a smile.

"Everyone thinks that the two of you have more appropriate medals, and that 'Morning Bird' is the medal of the old imperial military school students. Is there any deep meaning in this?"

His Majesty Highfield and his general looked at each other, his general was expressionless, so the emperor calmly took the blame.

"Yes. But I am married to a general, not to an empire. Of course, I have to wear medals with special meanings. Is there anything wrong with that?"

General Lavelle coughed.

The female editor-in-chief's eyes sparkled: "Of course not! Your Majesty, would you like to share this special content with us?"

"Of course." The emperor said generously, "It is a token of love."

The General gave the middle finger in a place only His Majesty could know.

"Speaking of which, is it one, three, five, or two, four, six today?"

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, I am Jay Chou [cross out

Hello everyone, let me introduce myself, I am not Jay Chou [Go away, if you have to give me a title, everyone can call me Asi, it’s not Asi, right?

Although I don’t know if this is the first time for you to read my article [I will fill in and forward Weibo, I’m serious! 【Dogeza, just pretend that we are meeting for the first time!In this chapter, I will greet you warmly when I reply to my self-introduction. 23333333 Please be a little more kind to me for the sake of my funny face!

The first thing I want to say is that this article will be born out of... impulsiveness, so I won't talk about the specifics, so although I am a science dog, I haven't done any textual research or prepared any materials. Anyway, you who saw the copywriting You will also understand that the pill is just a joke.If you feel that you can't accept this kind of entertainment attitude, please [.

Then this article is a mutual attack!Don't ask me who the attacker is!Although I tend to attack your Majesty a little more, but this article is mutual attack, but the point is that there is no stew, so whoever attacks whoever receives it, you can pretend that you didn’t see wwww when I said that sentence just now

In the end, the Meteor part is all short stories w short stories basically have no center, basically.Well, each article is almost a collection of interesting stalks that I thought of, and I will update it from time to time. After all, I am a man who wants to go to 985 [You go

Then after I finish the exam in June, I will open a (no plot) novella [if possible [the parenthesis just now is a joke, I will definitely write it

thank you all!

Another: This chapter will be revised, but I can't wait to see the clicks and comments after the winter vacation [hehe, so remember to come back and read the revised full version!

Also, I am still not very familiar with the characters at the moment, and the characters in the later period may feel different from the current ones, everyone pay attention to lightning protection [What?

The last and the last [Let's chatter away!

A no-prize quiz: the origin of the general's name

Because there will be answers in the next chapter, the answers to each quiz will be posted in the next chapter after this no-prize w. Students who reply to the answers under the question chapter before the next chapter is updated, if they answer correctly, they can get a point. oh chance www

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I didn’t modify it according to the original agreement. Whenever I think of modifying the first article, I feel very sad (get out) and correct it a little, so let’s do it!

☆, the second fragment

Fallen——

The empire created by the barrel of a gun treats soldiers quite well.Food and housing, five social insurances and one housing fund are included, and wages and benefits are located in the first echelon of the empire. Although the relative holidays are very pitiful - but since His Majesty the Emperor promulgated the bill five years ago that soldiers have paid annual leave, the empire The application rate and enlistment rate of major military academies have been significantly improved.

General Lavelle, as the only general since the founding of the empire and the de facto big boss of the military department, naturally wouldn't be crowded with junior officers and soldiers.The general has an assigned dormitory at a 10-minute commute near the headquarters. Before the wedding ceremony with the emperor, General Lavelle lives in this [-]-square-meter dormitory more often than the palace.

But since getting married, General Lavelle, who is equivalent to the queen of the empire, or the first lady, had to move into the palace on Griffith Street in the center of the city and live a life of eating breakfast in a shuttle.

Although he doesn't have the habit of sleeping late, being passively deprived of the right to sleep late has always made His Majesty the General very sad.However, according to His Excellency the General himself: In view of His Majesty Highfield's sacrifice of personal freedom for the sake of national stability, he also decided to be more tolerant in this matter.

General Lavelle has publicly expressed his distaste for lack of professionalism. The general himself is not only very self-disciplined, never arriving late or leaving early; he is also very diligent, often working overtime until late at night.Although because of this, His Majesty the Emperor, who guards the empty boudoir alone, would not say that His Excellency the General is busy getting rid of the military headquarters as soon as possible.

But no matter what, Your Excellency the General is working hard to make the empire more independent and stronger, there is no doubt about it.

People say that the general is diligent, but in fact the general will not intervene in military affairs. Except for approving major or confidential decisions and reviewing reports from various departments, the general spends 90.00% of his time in the military laboratory every day. There was one time His Majesty the Emperor personally came to the military building to pick up the general from work in order to be pleasantly surprised, and was told by the general's adjutant that the general was not in the office at all after waiting for a long time.

Since a new experimental project received funding last month, the general has never been in the military building since he went to listen to the adjutant's report on the work schedule every morning.But today, General Lavelle showed up at the office on time at nine o'clock in the morning, uncharacteristically. Including the one-hour lunch break, the general was constantly inviting the heads of each department to the office on the top floor for a surprise review with a smile on his face. Go through it again, and close the review materials of the last director of the Quartermaster Department at five o'clock.

"Notify the whole building that you can leave work today."

Ten minutes later, His Majesty Leon Highfield, with his long hair curled into his hat and against the sunlight, groped into the Military Headquarters building among the crowd.Then His Majesty walked through the corridor on the left side of the building. The summer sunset was still hanging in the air, and the sunlight spread in a spacious patio at the end of the corridor. The long shadow reached the emperor's toes.

"Good afternoon, Highfield," said the man.

"Good evening, Ravel."

"Are you reminding me of dinner?"

"I imagine you're busy with business and must be hungry. Yes, but 'with me.'"

"If you don't stress the point," Lavelle said, his boots thumping happily on the ground, "I'll pretend I forgot I let you go last year."

"Then you will laugh at me twice as much tomorrow," said the emperor. "No one knows you better than I do."

"...as long as you don't accuse me of this..." General Lavelle said with difficulty, "I promise I won't laugh at you for dressing like a flat-chested girl in men's clothes."

Since the popularization of flying transportation equipment, bridge construction has completely withdrawn from the historical stage of infrastructure. Most of the current bridges are landscapes, and the design bearing capacity only considers the needs of pedestrians.The capital's most famous sea-crossing landscape bridge communicates with a ten-kilometer-wide strait, but it is basically useless except for watching the sunset and taking a walk.

The general frowned again: "Who approved this kind of construction project that is useless?"

His Majesty Emperor Highfield: "..."

General Lavelle: "...Heyfield, how did you convince them?"

His Majesty Emperor Highfield: "I told them three months ago that I wanted to build a bridge."

General Lavelle: "And then?"

His Majesty Emperor Highfield: "They asked me where I wanted to build it, and I said here, and then I accepted it last month."

"...Well, for the sake of choosing a good location for you." General Lavelle shook his legs hanging in the air—they were sitting on the pylon of the cable-stayed bridge, and the sun was slowly approaching the sea level.

"And it's high."

His Majesty Highfield added.

"I think flying or the starry sky is already very cheap for you, and I hope it can carry your yearning for the sky even more."

The emperor raised his head, stretched out his right hand towards the sky, and slowly closed and tightened his five fingers.Then there was a sudden gust of wind, and General Lavelle twisted his body suddenly and tried to grab the emperor's wrist. The moment when his fingertips touched the skin seemed long, as if he was witnessing the passing of life.General Lavelle's eyes widened, His Majesty Highfield's black beret was blown away by the wind, and his loose long hair flowed like a waterfall for a moment, and like a concrete wind for a second.

"Happy birthday!" shouted the emperor.

The sea behind him shone with light.

He leaped.

The author has something to say: Cable-stayed bridge: Well, the author is not an engineering dog at the moment, so I specially mark it here to explain... In fact, the picture I made up in my mind at the beginning is the Golden Gate Bridge... The Golden Gate Bridge is my favorite suspension bridge. One [I believe that many people are... and when I wrote this article, I still haven't distinguished the difference between a suspension bridge and a cable-stayed bridge [I said that I am not an engineering student... OTZ finished writing I didn’t bother to change it after that... Just pretend that the suspension bridge may hit more places if it falls [What?

The answer to the first no-prize quiz is that the names of composers Chopin and Ravel are put together...these two are my favorite composers [but I dare not say that I like Chopin the most when I go out these days] Ah, it’s like drinking coffee and not ordering cappuccino, ha ha w

☆, the third fragment

The author has something to say: This article does not have much CP meaning...just like the title

This is a sudden article [I wrote until three o'clock last night because of my father, I would like to thank my father for his tolerance and encouragement, I will study hard, no Fucked again... OTZ

The next update may have to wait until the end of the make-up class... I will save a manuscript first

Recently, I am building a model of a wooden arcade bridge, and I am quite busy [.

There was originally a quiz with a prize (.), but I forgot what it was all of a sudden, and I will make it up when I remember.

On the subject of my father——

"What?" he asked. "Father?"

"Yes, father." Highfield smiled. "How about we talk about our family? Starting with father? Okay?"

He was silent for a while, looking at the celestial bodies passing by outside the porthole - stars, planets, wormholes, or more, but each distance needs to be measured in light years, as far away as a memory, and as a memory , scattered like fragments.

"I don't know why you suddenly want to talk about this." He said dryly.

"Oh—but we have a three-day voyage," Highfield's voice sounded like a harp plucking, like raindrops falling on the lake, and his swaying shadow was in the ripples. "There's got to be something to talk about, right?"

"If you stick to that idea...you can."

They share their warmth.

"My fathers are all junior military officers. They have a relationship between superiors and subordinates, and the relationship between regimental commander and adjutant." He said.

"I rarely saw them. In my impression, there were no more than 16 times in [-] years, and most of them were concentrated before I was ten years old.

"After I was ten years old, the frontline wars began to become tense. Given that I am self-reliant enough and thanks to the development of modern technology, it is not as difficult for me to live alone as I imagined.

"And then ... when I was 16, they died at the front."

He spoke in a leisurely manner, but after pausing here, he seemed to have no intention of continuing.

"Yes, I know that," Highfield said.

"Do we still have privacy in the eyes of you nobles?" He snorted through his nasal cavity, "You know everything, what else do you want me to say?"

Highfield smiled happily: "Lavel, now you are also a member of the privileged class. And, if you want to know, the family history of the Highfield family is open for you."

"I refused to be promoted just to prevent my past from being written into history. I'm not a reporter for X newspaper, so I'm not interested in your family's secrets." He curled his lips to express his disdain.

"To a certain extent, it is also your family. You will not only be included in the family history of the Highfield family, but also in the history and military textbooks of the empire." Highfield said regretfully, "Can't you tell me about the others? ? Like the...feelings between you? Dialogue? Little stories or something."

"Sounds terrible, I hope one day I will be expelled from the empire." He muttered in a low voice, "Your imagination is really extraordinary, Highfield. You expect a ten-year-old to only see his father four or five times, What can people who don’t spend more than half a day have small interactions with their fathers to say? No. They never—or never treat me like a normal father. They use both of their salaries to support me. I reply to the teacher twice a year and read my final report card, there are no birthdays and holidays, even when they go home, we just go out to have a meal together...I just remembered that I paid the money."

Highfield let out a "huh" and continued, "I have a question."

"what?"

"I know that you first applied for the Capital Military Academy, and then refilled Kurdenin's application form, so why did you go to the Capital Military Academy in the first place?"

"Damn it." He snorted, "Heyfield, why are you always so keen on such trivial issues? Why didn't you ask me how I reported Kurdenin?"

"I know there are two reasons, one is because the empire at that time was so poor that it couldn't give you the pension you deserved, and you had to move out of the house assigned to your fathers by the military department, and you couldn't afford to live in the capital. life; and the second because I guess you don't really want to live in the capital at all."

"... You got the answer right. I don't like the capital city at all, and I don't like the capital military academy. It doesn't matter if you say I hate it."

"It's no big deal, and I don't like it either," Highfield said with a smile.

"Come on, you don't like it."

"Don't you hate it just as much?"

He smiled with satisfaction.After a while, he said, "The reason why I applied for the Capital Military Academy was actually my father's wish."

"I probably guessed it."

"At this time, if you pretend to be enlightened, I will hate you less, Highfield."

"Okay." Highfield nodded, "I'll pretend that I didn't plan to trade a secret for one of yours long ago."

"Shut up honestly, or I'll really beat you up."

"Living in the capital since childhood, to be honest, I really can't like this place so much, you understand? My father is not around, I am just the son of two lieutenants, no one pays attention to me, I read by myself, when I found out When my ideas are formed, others can no longer influence me.”

"So I told my father, they..." He paused, lost in memory, or thinking.

It was autumn, when the maple leaves on the trees were turning red, and on a windy evening, Captain Lavelle stood in front of his school gate.

"I was surprised, to be honest, I didn't expect my father to come back to me from a leave of absence from the front because of this."

That was also the only time in his life that he was accompanied by his father on the way to school.

"Father...you..."

Captain Lavelle's boots made a clicking sound on the dead branches and fallen leaves, revealing a kind of leisurely pleasure in the afterglow, and a few strands of neatly combed blond hair were scattered, swaying in the wind, showing a feeling of breaking free from uniform Shackles come loose and leisurely.

"Father?"

Captain Lavelle finally lowered his chin slightly and looked down at him with a trace of censure in his eyes.

"It's so unfamiliar."

It seems to be sighing again.

"Although it's a bit too much to say, we don't want you to be so guarded against us because we can't be with you all the time... But it's impossible, right?"

Captain Lavelle said to himself.

"Sorry, son."

He felt the strength and temperature from above his head.

"We have seen your email, but I can only stay in the capital for one night. What we mean is that we hope you can stay in the capital to continue studying in the military academy, which should be very easy given your grades.

"Is there no way to understand? It's normal if you can't understand. I can't understand it if it's me. After all, I also want to stay away from those people who have been in this position that we all hate."

Captain Lavelle blinked.

"Ah... Sure enough, you can't understand it if you say it like this? But there is no way, I always tell you something that you will understand later, it feels like someone who is passing responsibility to time in order to escape.

"But you are the one who makes the decision, no matter what choice you make, we will respect it."

"Well then, how about going for a walk with me, son?"

"So...you decided to follow their lead because you understood?"

"No, I didn't understand it at the time, but I had a vague feeling that you have to gain power to dominate... Sometimes I wonder why my father didn't tell me that people with too much power can also be dominated..."

"I think the distance you have traveled has exceeded their expectations."

"Actually, no matter how much power I have, I will always be dominated by some people. It's just a question of how much."

"But it's better than being dominated by others, isn't it?"

"Then are you willing to be controlled and free by them again, Highfield." He asked slowly.

"No." Highfield smiled firmly, "I will never be reconciled."

"But I respect them very much." He said suddenly, his voice was a little soft, "Maybe I admire them, but I don't know the reason... Maybe I also expected the kind of intimacy that my father expected."

"I didn't expect that."

Highfield said.

"My father set me up with only a patriarchal image, and it was neither lofty nor respectable, only oppression, dogma and oppression."

"You hate him."

"I hate him terribly."

Highfield nodded with a smile.

"He didn't even look at my report card, so he always misunderstood that I didn't pass the military academy or other schools."

"But your grade points in Kurdening are not that good." He teased.

"It's incomparable to you, but at least it's much better than my cousins." Highfield said.

"However, grades are not very important to us. We only need a certificate that can prove our qualifications. We meet once a year, and it is still at the family New Year's dinner. He is the chief of the long table, and I Ten seats away from him, I can't even see his face clearly." Highfield sneered, "It was only after he died that I had the chance to get a closer look at his appearance."

"His words and deeds disgust me, but I still inherited their habit of not talking well." Hearing this, he let out a muffled laugh. "The brand of nobility is on the tongue," he said.

"Yes, that's right, that's what annoys me. I'm amazed at their hypocrisy. Every move is plundering, but every word seems to be for others. They desperately use everyone. , I'm so lucky that I wasn't born exactly as a pawn, which means I have a little bit of freedom."

"Lack of eyesight." He commented coldly.

"Can I understand that you are praising me?" Highfield laughed.

"Ha ha."

He looked at Highfield.

"Cough...well, I'm sorry." Highfield said, "It was only after I opened my mouth that I realized that I actually don't have such a valuable secret to exchange for yours."

"Then let me ask questions, you don't have to answer."

Highfield nodded, "I will try my best to cooperate."

"When you decided to leave the capital, he didn't say anything? Not at all?"

"Not at all, just let me not cause trouble for the family—or for him. You know that I am the youngest son of the Highfield family. They are flourishing, and I don't need to work hard to inherit the family or inherit the family."

He smiled, and then asked: "So now the luxuriant Highfield family is also entangled with you?"

"God." Highfield laughed, "I thought you would be worried about something, don't worry, I will make them shut up, my inheritance you can get will not be shared by anyone else, just like what I wrote at the beginning Like that."

"Hey, who wants those, you are a poor emperor who depends on salary."

"But my salary is more than yours." Highfield said, "and I haven't worked overtime yet."

"Shut up," he said.

"..."

"You can't even laugh."

"..."

☆, the fourth fragment

Meteor --

"I have a question, Highfield."

"Huh? What?"

Lavelle sat on the ground next to the piano bench, with his legs open on the floor, which can be called informal.Despite his name as a musician, Frederic Lavelle never displayed any musical talent in his life so far.

Today's player is His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire, Lien Highfield.

Regarding this matter... Your Excellency the General also mentioned whether tickets can be sold - anyway, it doesn't matter how well His Majesty the Emperor, who is an idol of the empire, plays, but they can definitely make a lot of money.

"... Lavelle, although our current savings are not enough to buy a house in the capital...But I promise you that I will work overtime in the second half of the year, so can you not do this...?"

General Lavelle did a quick mental calculation, and cut regretfully, barely agreeing.

His Majesty Highfield heaved a sigh of relief.

"So what do you want to do when you go back to your home after spending so much time?"

Ravel straightened his legs, raised his head slightly to reveal his eyes under his forehead.Highfield looked back at Lavelle and smiled.The emperor looked at his general, the movement of his hands did not stop, and he seemed to be as familiar with playing a musical instrument as he was driving a mech.As an idol of the empire, His Majesty's piano accomplishments did not disappoint his people in the slightest.

"Huh? Nothing, I just want to play the piano for you."

His general let out a short snort.Highfield lowered his head and pressed the last four keys with stroking force. After the damper pedal was lifted, he shrugged his shoulders, his smile seemed to be surrendering helplessly, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Well, you're right, it's not just the piano, I also prepared this..."

Ravel showed an expression that I already knew.

"Do you like the accordion? I thought you got some musical talent from your last name? Even appreciation?"

"..."

Today, four centuries later, even though technology can already dominate time, space and life, it is amazing that classical musical instruments can basically be completely preserved and passed down.

This sentence means that the musical instruments in His Majesty Highfield's house are not precious.

But what was unexpected was that General Lavelle was not tone-deaf, which was clarified and proved by His Majesty Highfield—his general was shaking his head and humming while leaning on the piano stool.

His Majesty Highfield was talking about shaking his head in the right rhythm and humming in tune with his piano.

What are you thinking?

"Did you know that an ensemble of strings often has a different strength than a solo?"

"...I know that, the ensemble is more imposing. But what are you talking about?"

It has to be said that His Majesty Highfield took great pains. General Lavelle didn't realize what a big event the Emperor had planned until half an hour before the fireworks show.

"It's really hard to have so much going on under your nose, Lavelle...especially when you're on vacation."

"... Please, can you not look so smug when you say this?"

"But I saw you gnashing your teeth on Lavelle."

Different from the usual gentleness, His Majesty Highfield smiled complacently, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his face was full of spring breeze.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. You actually set up an event venue that is completely open to the public... What do you think? Also, why didn't the application for mobilizing the army be sent to me?"

"Don't be impatient, Lavelle, the army's transfer order... This is my responsibility, so don't hold your subordinates accountable, they made it easier for me, cough."

General Lavelle sneered: "So someone sold face to His Majesty the Emperor? That's right, theoretically your face is bigger than mine."

"..."

His general continued: "Also, since you have already transferred my people, please ask Your Majesty to solve the security problem by yourself, and I have authorized it."

"That's fine, but please, don't make such a face, okay?"

Highfield looked at his general for a long time before Lavelle's face eased.

"As for the venue, although my original intention was to invite you to watch a firework, but..."

The emperor looked at his general with a half-smile.

"You also know...my savings are really not enough to hold such a big firework show..." His Majesty Highfield said with difficulty, "so I can only...sorry, I know you don't like this