Chinese pills

Let out a cry, and then quickly turned to Maurice Highfield under the projection.

"My dear nephew." He draws out his voice, and his words reveal a saccharine-like low-quality sweetness, "It seems that you have misunderstood, and the misunderstanding is still deep—I, your father, and my elder brother Never had the same dream, tell me, who misled you?"

General Lavelle——Lavelle, is worthy of being the leading commander of the empire. He always knows himself and the enemy, and predicts the enemy like a god.Maurice Highfield is probably really reticent, so he can only ask others to prepare a speech, so his mask was knocked off by his sudden question, revealing his original ice-snow-silent nature, just staring at him silently without saying a word s eyes.

"It's your father, it's Ludwig Heidfeld, isn't it?"

Without waiting for an answer or acquiescence from his young nephew, he nodded firmly.

"That's right, it must be him. I've suspected it for a long time. It's him who made me emperor."

Hearing that the blame has always been on his back and there is a new person in charge, Lavelle's expression even has some joy.Then he continued to fold his arms and watched him take the blame for himself.

"Have let you down for so many years? I'm sorry, but I never had the same dream as my elder brother. My dream has come true, and that is to be with Lavelle." He spread his hands, "As for being Emperor, it is purely out of necessity, please forgive me for not doing well."

The author has something to say: English really fails, there is no teacher-student friendship in the world, bah

[-] word punch card

☆, 09

Ludwig Heidfeld has always been elusive to him, and the eldest son of the Heidfeld family has always been elusive to everyone.But the only thing he can be sure of is that this elder brother treats him differently from all other brothers.

"It can't be caused by the brotherly love of your Highfield family all of a sudden."

Lavel didn't lift his head when he spoke, immersed in the analysis of experimental data and couldn't extricate himself.

This is Lavelle's laboratory on the sixteenth floor underground of the Royal Academy of Engineering.On working days when the general does not need to personally support the front line, Lavelle seldom works in the office on the top floor of the military building. The daily affairs of the Military Commission are all handled by the adjutant, and the general only needs to sign the final report.In addition to reporting urgent documents at any time and solving them at any time, Lavelle set aside half an hour every morning and afternoon to solve problems for Colonel Drakeson and other individual colleagues. College laboratory.If Lavelle wasn't in the office, he'd be sure to find someone in those two places.

The general, an engineering student, was wearing a white coat. His eyes followed the general's swaying hem, waiting for a surprise to catch the general's looming waistline.

At this moment, Lavelle only has data in his eyes, and he only has Lavelle in his eyes, and he casually speaks out family secrets like beans, with no taboos.

"It stands to reason that I have no chance to be born. After my embryonic genetic sample was tested, he found that I was a genius who was one in a million—Lavel, your expression really makes me sad."

Lavelle turned his head back and continued to stare at the data in front of him: "There is no way, after all, your shamelessness is really impressive."

He curled his lips pretending to be wronged.

"Did I lie, Lavelle?"

"Do you want me to teach you how to write humility when you are dozens of years older, Highfield?" The general gave him a contemptuous glance, "That's right, you are absolutely excellent, and you can even say that you have extremely excellent genes. It was naturally fused through the mother body, who knows how many failed fusion products there are in your family. Fortunately, you inherited it easily, and you are still showing off here."

"I didn't mean that, Lavelle, you know, a sword deserves a hero. I'm not a hero, and this talent doesn't mean anything to me." He laughed, "It's always been just uncontrollable to me power."

As soon as the movement of his general's hand stopped, his shoulders were raised slightly and then suddenly lowered.Lavelle turned around with a helpless expression on his face.

"Okay, okay, I know, and then?"

He blinked.

"Actually, I guess you know it too. My father is really unattractive. In fact, all along, if I have to say it, I think Ludwig is closer to the image of my father in my heart."

"Yes, Highfield." Lavelle said without thinking, "You found yourself a father for no reason, you are quite generous."

"Lavel..." He smiled, and Lavel quickly realized his slip of the tongue, bowed his head slightly to him, and said, "Sorry."

He shook his head, a little indifferently: "You're right, it's quite a bargain. Besides, when he talked about those ideals and aspirations with me, now that I think about it, he really looks like he's confessing his will. .”

Lavelle no longer cared about the experiment in hand, and finally wanted to seriously join this topic.His general waved his hand away from the calculation model following behind.He was very good at observing words and expressions, and immediately asked the AI ​​to serve them two cups of coffee.

"You mean he plotted against you, starting before you were born?"

"I didn't want to make such a conspiracy theory." General Lavelle's artificial intelligence butler admired efficiency as much as the general himself, but it was too efficient to deliver instant coffee.He has always pursued the classical style in art and food, so he blew the heat floating on the rim of the glass with regret. "Ravel, can I apply to add the function of freshly ground coffee to your AI?"

"Then I will set up a water bed for you in the laboratory next time."

General Lavelle looked indifferent.

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered that I just have a clean flask here, if you don't mind it, you can make it yourself and pretend it's a Chemex coffee pot to make do with it - I'll give you 10 minutes, or just drink my instant coffee."

The author has something to say: Did the BUFF at home make me write in a mess?

Yesterday I slept for less than four hours and my mind couldn’t work. I tried to write tomorrow’s update on the way home, so it may or may not be updated tomorrow night, or I may add this chapter (I think this chapter is a bit watery) )

Typhoon, please let my plane land

☆, 10

"It's hard to imagine, my nephew." He smiled. "You have always been convinced of a lie, and you even endured the revenge of killing your father for 50 years because of this lie. It is really sad that you have not avenged the person who actually killed your father."

He was wearing a long blue windbreaker today. Judging from the projection of the remote communication, the blue color was very similar to the color of Lavel's pupils.The decency of the Highfield family is written in the genes, and even though he is still on the way to escape, he never forgets to wear a beautiful scarf for himself.

This kind of attire that was always ridiculed by Lavelle as a male peacock in the past, in this situation, it shows that he has a temperament that is easy to handle, has the overall situation in his hands, and waits for the harvest victory.It seems that he dressed up deliberately, not to show off his appearance, and to show up decently.

Lavelle laughed out loud in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Since Lavelle can be called the moral model of the empire, he should naturally be a wicked person. As the saying goes, what kind of pot goes with the cover, and what is lacking is what you make up for.

Relying on his speed of speech, he bullied this little nephew who was not good at words, and repeatedly threw a heavy gun two or three times, trying to blow Maurice Highfield inside and out.Uncle Quide blared through the mecha, and his nephew was not to be outdone. The call was terminated, and at the same time, he fired a row of missiles at the dark blue mecha. With precise positioning, the defense system connected to the sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly opened, far away. It was intercepted by the ground, and a golden-red flame exploded in the dim space.

Maurice Highfield is really too taciturn. When his unquestionable spiritual sustenance is regarded as a lie by others, the only response is a row of air-to-air missiles.

"That's not necessarily the case." Lavel shook his head, and temporarily repaired the damage of the defense network through the sea of ​​consciousness, "Maybe he knows that you can't believe ten out of ten sentences." "Lavel..."

"Of course it's also possible that he has already taken your unlucky brother's words as his faith."

"For the sake of my image, I'm more in favor of the latter." He smiled lightly and winked at Lavelle, "'God's Punishment' has finished cooling down, reload it."

The tracking missiles were oncoming, and this time he did not let Lavelle open his sea of ​​consciousness.The acceleration system of the dark blue mecha was fully loaded, and the "God's Punishment" No. 11 was fired in full.In the distorted time and space, his mech shuttled through the gunfire with weird curves, like a dark blue ghost.

"You don't have an image, what are you talking about, Highfield." The artificial intelligence with too high authority shook its head, and with the sea of ​​consciousness, the spirit net gently caught up with him.

He and his co-pilot had an instant synesthesia, and he almost felt his whole body's muscles relax, and his tone became extraordinarily brisk: "You are really mean, Lavelle. Report the inventory of anti-air missiles and jamming bombs."

"163 rounds of anti-aircraft missiles, 45 rounds of jammers. I always do, Highfield, you know me."

But he stopped talking, and said again: "This time there is no battle of armies, Lavelle, I heard that your heroic complex is a single army, 'Thousands of people, I will go' refers to such a scene ?"

"Nonsense, I've been here all the time." His warship raised one corner of his lips in a rage at this moment, interfering with the launch of the missile. The sea of ​​consciousness of the warship completely enveloped the local mechs. The member's mental threshold suddenly fell to the bottom, and the dark blue mecha missile was launched. "Always there, to help His Majesty's Wuwei."

The flame of God's punishment travels through the vast universe, pouring into the enemy's formation like flowing fire, thunderous and thunderous.

The author has something to say: The plane is delayed, Buddha

The most amazing thing is that the update I saved on the plane disappeared as soon as I turned on the computer, what the fuck?

☆, 11

He asked more than once: "Brother, why me?"

From the very beginning, Ludwig Heidfeld would answer him "you don't need to know yet", but later he simply chose to remain silent.Ludwig guarded the secret like a promise, so that he never figured out that his elder brother was so silent to him, and that he actually sat on the throne for half a century in the end—nor did he Find out what his elder brother was trying to hide, or tell him.

"There are so many people in this family, and some of them are brothers who are closer to you by blood than me. Why did you choose me?"

Ludwig Heidfeld's gaze was unusually cold, and a slight chill radiated through the crimson pupils.His eldest brother's voice was also cold, and Ludwig Heidfeld was holding a stack of paper documents in his hand, and he was looking back at him.

Ludwig's lips are very thin, and the curve is like a knife carving, showing sharp edges and corners.

"Is there something wrong with my education that taught you to belittle yourself like this, Lean?

"You happen to be a sword, Lean." Ludwig Heidfeld said, "You are so sharp, it is rare, and it happens to be held in my hand, and it happens to be used by me."

Since he disregarded his elder brother's wishes and was admitted to the Kurdenin Military Academy, they had almost no other communication.In this way, this should be regarded as the only answer Ludwig ever gave him.

"It's really strange, Highfield, he didn't hold such a sharp sword firmly, and let you come to Kurdening to let yourself go?"

Lavelle drank the last sip of coffee and put down the cup with a teasing expression.Edward is a well-trained AI who is familiar with the living habits of his master. He quickly poured a cup of coffee (made by His Majesty Highfield and brewed in a Chemex pot) into an empty cup for Lavelle, adjusted a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of milk, and then silently disappeared into the darkness.

He shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand, and added another spoonful of milk to Lavelle's white porcelain cup: "This one is a bit bitter. It's not like this, Lavelle." He bowed slightly, his face moved forward, and his lips touched Looking at Ravel's pinnae: "The reason why I was able to leave Capital Planet and come to Kurdenin is the result of my mother's unremitting efforts."

The surroundings are quiet, Lavelle always likes to be quiet, and his optical brain is also silent when working, only a layer of blue light shrouds them, showing its own existence.

He drank a little wine today, and his body exuded a light sweet fragrance.Ravel turned his head to meet his gaze.He suddenly smiled deeper, and winked at Lavelle,

Lavelle turned his head back, his expression indifferent, unmoved.

"If we hadn't got something, I really would have wondered if you had..." He lowered his eyelids and smiled lowly.Lavelle glanced at him, and he continued, "My mother has been trying to keep me away from Ludwig, and she probably knew about my elder brother's intentions. In this way, it may be true that I was born. They came to collect debts from her." "Maybe they came to collect debts from me..." Lavelle muttered very quickly and softly, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, as if being approached by a creditor.

"What's your expression, Lavel." Lavelle glared at him, "Is that how I look like I'm here to collect debts? Besides, my mother tried her best to get me to leave Capital Planet, and then I met you in Kurdenin—" —”“—and then I met the biggest creditor in my life.”

"But if I hadn't met you, if I didn't have a mother, I might have been used by him for the rest of my life, or I would have killed myself and broken myself."

He lowered his eyes slightly, his expression a little gloomy.

"I have no choice but to be born thanks to him. There shouldn't be such a way of repaying gratitude in the world. Without you, I wouldn't even have the chance to make a choice."

"Hayfield..."

"—Ravel, you are more than just my scabbard."

☆, 12

What is Ravel, he thought.

This question is very easy for him to answer. He knows himself so well, he must grasp what he wants, and discard what he doesn't want from the beginning, so that he always lives sober and chic in the eyes of others.

What is Ravel?This question is too simple, he doesn't need to think at all, he can answer it immediately.

Excluding the second Mrs. Highfield who died young, the two hostesses of the No.30 seven generations of this family together gave birth to a total of six children.Besides him, Ludwig Heidfeld had three biological brothers.

No.30 The patriarchs of the eight generations of the Highfield family did not choose any of the younger brothers born to the same mother as themselves, but unexpectedly brought this inconspicuous youngest son who was half of the Richthofen blood into his family. to their side.Not only did he personally select all his tutors, but he often even made schedules and taught them in person at home. Even Morris Highfield, who was born later, never had such treatment.

"I'll tell you the truth, Lavelle." He lay on the recliner specially prepared for him in the small dormitory assigned by General Lavelle's military department, watching Lavelle's back sitting in front of the desk.

Lavelle seemed to have a different preference for small rooms, and when allocating the dormitory, he offered to change from the three-bedroom apartment to this small suite.

This was originally used as a temporary residence for school-level military officers who have been on duty for a long time and have not yet married. The whole room has only one bedroom except for the entrance hallway and corridor, and even the bathroom is in the corridor outside the bedroom. The total area is about [-] square meters.

Originally, because General Lavelle stubbornly nailed himself to the position of major general in the empire, a large number of school officers below were unable to be promoted, almost thinking that he would never have the chance to be a general in his life; now the only general in the empire has started to act again. The monster, insisting on moving from the 120-square-meter top-end dormitory to a small room positioned as a temporary guest house, and making the people below dare not live in a bigger and better place than the general, is really annoying.

However, General Lavelle is very strict with himself and treats others leniently, so that the logistics department can give whatever specifications are required according to the regulations, and the majority of colleagues do not need to be on par with their superiors in terms of housing area.

The small room is not big in the first place, except for the single bed and desk, there is not much room left after the arrangement of the living room according to the general's requirements, and a suspended recliner specially arranged for His Majesty the Emperor, occupying this small dormitory except for walking One last bit of space outside.

"I have been a person who has no sense of responsibility since I was a child, so every time I secretly think in my heart, it has nothing to do with me.

"But then I slowly realized that he never needed me to understand his dream. I was a weapon in his hand. He taught me, just cutting it for me."

He blinked at the ceiling.

"It's sad, isn't it, I was devastated and I was 14. I thought he was the one who filled the 'father' role in my life.

"Thinking of this, I couldn't stay in Capital Star any longer. I begged my mother to find a way to let me leave the capital and let me go to any corner without family power.

"She agreed to me, but I didn't expect that it would take so much effort just to leave. She told me that this was the last thing she could do for me. So far, I finally have the qualification to leave Capital Star. But in order to get the name right, I had to leave in the name of studying, so I chose Kurdenin."

Ravel murmured to tell him he was listening.

"I told him that I can't get into the Capital Military Academy, and I can't get into any of the top five military schools in the empire. He has to accept the fact that I'm just a useless dude. I've tried my best to be able to go to Kurdenin .”

"Really?" Lavelle asked curiously, "Then you are actually very comfortable, Highfield?"

"You really don't want to let go of any opportunity to ridicule me, Lavelle." He smiled wryly, "How could I be able to handle it with ease? I really couldn't pass the exam, and I couldn't pass any of the top ten military academies. Thanks to my mother and old man Lindemann who have been good friends for many years. When she saw my real report card, her expression was...unspeakable.

"She really found it hard to explain, she said to me, 'Ryan, I always thought that you just need to be a child with high moral character and a sense of responsibility, but I really didn't expect that your cultural achievements can be so messed up. To the point, where did you see all the books you read for so many years?'... I think she might want to say more, 'All the books you have read for so many years have gone into the dog's stomach?', don't laugh, Lavelle, you Don't you know me yet?"

General Lavelle shook his head, not commenting on the deceased elders.

"She always wanted me to be a person with high moral character and a sense of responsibility. Unfortunately, I don't have both."

The recliner swayed slightly with the swing of his body, and he babbled, already a little drowsy at the moment, and his voice gradually became low and ambiguous.

"I let her down, didn't I...?"

But no one answered.

Before he fell asleep, he seemed to feel Ravel bent down and kissed his forehead.

☆, 13

"You have to learn to control yourself, Lean. Only by conquering your instincts can you have the opportunity to be your own master." The mother's voice is still in my ears, "Don't complain, if you are willing to be a person who indulges yourself, I'd rather not have had you, I'd give you a gun."

He seemed to hear himself saying in a dream to Lavel who was sitting next to him and reading a book: "She is very strict with me. To be honest, I was jealous of my sister when I was young. She is as gentle as another person to Ningfu. ... At that time, I was still wondering if she didn't love me."

The Highfield brothers and sisters inherited more than half of their beauty from their mother, especially their long black hair, which spread out like the finest silk.

The nymph Richthofen Heidfeld looks more like their mother, and when he grows up, apart from the red pupils of the Heidfeld family, he looks even more like a clone of that lady, which makes him often reluctant to To face the extremely beautiful face of my sister.

It was by no means that their mother didn't love him, quite the opposite.Dr. Nymph’s smile is even more unfathomable than that of his elder brother. Lavelle has some contacts with his sister in private. Dr. Nymph once mentioned intentionally or unintentionally in his spare time: “At first I also thought that my mother loved me more. I found out later. It turns out that she loves her brother as much as she hates the family."

"Do you wish me to convey these words to him, Doctor?"

The nymph Richthofen Heidfeld blinked and laughed.

"He knew, General. He knew."

"Sometimes I think, maybe she really loves me so much, and she is willing to give her life for me, that's why she is so gentle to Ningfu. Besides, if I have such a lovely daughter, I will give everything to her." I will give her all the good things, so I feel that I owe my sister a lot. When my mother left, Ningfu was only ten years old, and she was so young that she could barely reach the height of my thigh."

The only answer to him was the slight friction of the paper when Lavelle turned the pages of the book.

"She ran counter to Ludwig's teaching policy. My elder brother was committed to teaching me about rights and exerting power, but she was always persistent in teaching me to learn love, self-denial and responsibility.

"She told me—" "She told you that freedom is not given to you by others. Freedom is your birthright."

Lavelle closed the book, stood up, and walked in front of him.

Lavelle rarely looked down upon him like this.In other words, no matter who he faces, Lavelle always likes to look at each other at the same level, as if he instinctively believes that all beings are equal, and he can respect everyone's personality from the bottom of his heart.

Those cornflower-blue eyes, which grow deeper when their owner is unhappy, look like they've changed from a swaying imperial flower to a sapphire that's tempting to snag at any cost.

"Could it be that the education you received from childhood told you that you are something that needs to be told to live before you can live?"

Those eyes fixed on him, through which its young master seemed to be trying to see into his heart.

It was as if he saw this touch of blue for the first time in the red leaves all over the sky.

"Do not……"

His lips moved slightly.

"......not like this."

How strange.he thinks.

The owner of this pair of blue eyes obviously looks so calm, so clear, so rational and persevering, as if he will be tightly bound by the word responsibility for a lifetime until death.But free will seems to be engraved in these eyes, as clear and sharp as the melted snow in early spring, as if a flower will bloom at any time... any time.

"Why did I choose Lavelle? It's very simple, my lord." He drove Turing with the sword in his hand, pointing the blade at the man who gave him the chance to be born. "I've been looking for an answer. I'm thinking, now I no longer exist as a sword, so what am I supposed to live for?

"It sounds sad and ridiculous that I should be overwhelmed by the freedom my mother gave me with her life, but it's true."

he whispered.

"What is Ravel? What is Ravel? Brother, I can answer this question for you without even thinking."

The starry sky is vast, and the time it takes for light to refract from the surface of the star clusters seen at a glance to people's eyes is almost eternity.

"He is the love of my life, the answer the world gave me."

The author has something to say: almost forgot again, forgot for a long time

Ningfu's name is a tribute to "Stupid Bear's Golden Miscanthus"

☆, 14

The dark blue mech is passing through the center of the explosion, agile like a ghost entrenched in the depths of the universe, brushing past the distorted time and space caused by the explosion of each mecha, drawing a winding track in the flames and thick smoke , stabbing straight at the enemy's flagship.

The right hand of the mecha holds "God's Punishment", and the high-polymerization bomb calibrated by the warship hits the active power core of the enemy plane.Under the interference of the jammer and the mental net, the mental threshold of most mech pilots fell below the minimum control line.He is faster than artificial intelligence, and he can't even wait for the opponent's mecha to switch the driver's authority.The dark blue mecha holds a long sword in its left hand, and instantly penetrates the cockpit of the enemy mecha.

His mech accelerates away from the range of the explosion's energy. There are two swords in his left hand that are merging into one. The spliced ​​length is close to three-quarters of the height of the fuselage, like a double-edged sword held by the mecha. Staying at the position of the hilt in the middle section, with a swing of the arm, it accurately pierces the nuclear reaction chamber of the enemy mech, bringing out a burst of fire like blood gushing out of the human body.Before the opponent's artificial intelligence issued an alarm, the dark blue mecha flew away.

"Wow, what new materials are used for these two swords, Ravel?"

He couldn't help turning his eyes to Ravel, but his warship raised his eyebrows and didn't stop working.The mecha flying at full speed dived and staggered a row of missiles instantly. He put on a show, pretending to lose his center of gravity and was about to fall, and then grabbed Lavelle's waist.

"..."

The eyes of the artificial intelligence looked contemptuous and disgusting. He innocently shrugged his shoulders and excused himself: "Sorry, Lavelle, I haven't had a machine armor for a long time, and it is inevitable that I am a little unstable when I dive so suddenly."

At the moment his mental threshold is stable at an astonishing 400 units.The spiritual connection between the pilot and the mecha means that all his senses except pain are connected to the mecha. Under synaesthesia, his reaction time already needs to be calculated in milliseconds.It can almost be said that his spirit has merged with the mecha—unable to stand still?nonexistent.

"Then I advise you to reflect on yourself, it's best to touch your stomach to see if the abdominal muscles are still there." His artificial intelligence then rolled his eyes in disgust, "Your 'God's Punishment' is also made of this material, you Didn't you find out yourself?"

He shook his head honestly.

Lavelle looked away in disgust, even disdain to look at him.

"This is a deformable material, and it has been in production for 100 years. Among the first batch of deformable weapons put into mech assembly was the "God's Punishment" that you used on Turing back then. You didn't know it? But now it is a military weapon. The latest batch developed by the ministry's laboratory, you don't know the details, but I took it out anyway, and made 'God's Punishment' and these two swords for you."

"That's really an unpleasant name, I might as well not know it." He muttered in a low voice, "I've been studying it for 100 years, what can it turn into? Will it turn into a human form?"

His warship rolled his eyes at his expectant gaze, "It can only be deformed within a certain limit, and it is impossible to transform a living person. I advise you to play less anthropomorphic weapons games. However, it can be shrunk down to Let you hold it in your hand and use it, the power will not be affected."

I heard that this kind of material can't be deformed in the same way as written in the novel. The strongest mecha pilot in the empire today couldn't hide his disappointment, but he was elated when he heard that it could be shrunk down to be used by human hands. Completely naive, not a hundred years old at all.

"If you survive, I'll tear them down and give them to you."

His warship, his artificial intelligence said to him with a half-smile.

"Aren't they all given to me with this mech, Lavel—"

I don't know why, but Lavelle looks a little sham at this moment, which is even more unreal than that translucent projection with blue light.He widened his eyes, and the mecha was shaken invisible. The threshold of the spiritual connection between him and the mecha plummeted in an instant, and then rose sharply in the next second, almost breaking through 450 units.

As the core intelligence of warships and mechs, Lavelle can clearly feel the driver's mental fluctuations.He reached out and touched Ravel's face lightly.

"Ravel..." His voice trembled slightly, "You said, you want to take them down and give them to me? You...you come to take them down?"

His warship laughed.

"I didn't intend to tell you so soon," "Then... then you said just now that if I survived, you would give me a surprise...?"

Ravel looked at him deeply.

At this moment, he could barely feel the mecha, as if he had disconnected from the mecha mentally.

No stimulation can make him feel the existence of the outside world.At this moment, what he could see with his eyes, hear with his ears, and feel with his skin were all the person in front of him.

"If you can survive, no matter what method you use. Highfield, if you can do it, I will return to you."

Ravel smiled at him.

"Don't look at me like that, of course I will give you a living person, exactly the same as before, not artificial intelligence, nor a holographic projection.

"how?"

☆, 15

Tears rolled down from his eyes one by one.

Tears rolled down from his eyes one after another, but the person he wanted to accuse was obviously out of sight.

This person kept saying that he would be his scabbard forever, and promised him all today at the wedding, but he left so mercilessly without even saying goodbye.

But even death was proving to him his unswerving love. It was because of his love that this person became unhesitating and left so resolutely in the end without looking back.

His hands could no longer hold the tears, and the tears seeped through his fingers and wet his collar.He didn't mourn like this when his mother died, as if his heart was sinking heavily, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.He could only hear his heavy breathing echoing in the silent laboratory, the night outside was too dark, as if there was no end in sight.

The brightest star disappeared, and the moonlight he was nostalgic for was also hidden under the heavy clouds and mist, not a single ray of light could shine through, and nothing could fall on him.

The person who left without saying goodbye seemed to have guessed his reaction. Lavelle knew him so, so well.

After the recording he thought was over, there was another voice suddenly, like a ray of moonlight leading him to trek through the night to find the sun.

There was a hint of a smile in Lavel's voice. It turned out that after being with him for so many years, Lavel finally learned his smiling tone.

"Don't be afraid, Highfield." He saw a hand reaching out to him, and the shirt was decorated with his familiar cuff buttons. "Now I'm by your side."

Like an electric shock, he grabbed the hand violently.

But his fingers failed to grasp anything as if passing through running water, only the swaying texture remained on the skin, he raised his head helplessly, and his bewildered eyes fell on that person.

That person wore a custom-made dress for their wedding, and that person always felt that these fancy accessories were in the way and troublesome, so whether it was the tie clip or cufflinks he carefully selected for that person, that person almost Rarely used.

However, at this moment, that person was standing in front of him fully dressed, with one hand in his suit pocket and the other reaching out to him, with a leisurely smile, adding warmth to the face under the projection.

He looked at the man, then lowered his head to look at his hand that was only passing through the air. He opened and closed his five fingers. After doing this movement three times, he smiled and shook his head: "Edward, you Why is your master never as caring as you?"

"You misunderstood, Your Majesty Highfield, this is not me."

He still had his head down, so he couldn't see the projection behind the artificial intelligence withdrew his hand and was looking at him with his arms folded.

If he raised his head, he could find the calm expression on the projection's face, and there was even a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Won't your program warn you about lying to comfort me?"

"You really misunderstood, Your Majesty, I never lie, this is not a lie I fabricated to comfort you."

"Oh? Is that the program that Ravel set up in advance to comfort me?"

He sorted out his emotions, raised his head with a slight smile, and saw the projection raised his eyebrows at him, and said casually: "Otherwise? Who else has the leisure to coax you besides me. But there is one thing you still have to do." Got it wrong, Highfield, I wasn't programmed in advance, I'm here."

There was no one else in the huge laboratory except him, there were only two projection beams, illuminating the dark blue body of the huge mecha beside him alone.

He groaned and nodded.

"You have never lied to me, Lavelle," his voice was not warm, "Now that you are dead, have you left me a lot of lies?"

Projection opened his eyes wide, with a surprised expression on his face, as if he hadn't expected him to answer like this at all, but moved his lips in vain, but didn't speak.There was a gleam in those cornflower-colored eyes, and they looked a little innocent.

He frowned in pain, it turned out that just letting that person's projection show such an expression made him feel unbearable, that person really was his weakness.But that person knew clearly, clearly better than anyone else, yet he still wanted to let go of his hand.

He said, Ravel, how can you bear it.

"How can you do this, how can you not leave me a chance? I have no chance to ask why you are leaving, no chance to keep you, I have no chance... no chance, say goodbye to you..."

His voice was so soft, it sounded so far away.

"How can you bear to treat me like this...?"

The laboratory was empty, his voice was so soft, but it still echoed one after another, but it was so weak and fleeting, like the back of the person he couldn't catch, it sounded like a long and solemn farewell.

"I love you, but I lost you," he said, "and now you tell me you're here?"

He smiled at the illusory shadow.

"You might as well teach me, Lavelle, how to believe... believe..." "Hayfield."

The projection stared straight at him, eyes unblinking, exactly the same as the person in his memory.

"If one day, spiritual connection can also liberate the mind, are you willing to believe it again?"

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"Although spiritual access can also liberate the mind, it can never regenerate it."

"What if one day... nerve connection can be done?"

These words were obviously inaudible when they came out of Lavelle's mouth, but they fell into his ears.Lavelle's words were like a distant and dull spring thunder, which could not even bring a drop of rain, but could arouse the slightest ripple in his heart, leaving only a faint, inconspicuous, dim light.

He was thoughtful, but also seemed to have suddenly realized.He looked into the projected eyes and said softly, "Is this what you've been doing all these years, Lavelle?"

At the beginning of the 22nd century, human genetic engineering was legalized on a large scale on the earth.In the 23rd century, mature genetic technology has enabled human beings to usher in the first evolution entirely out of self-interested desires.The average lifespan of human beings reaches two hundred years, and certain groups of people can obtain longer lifespans through further genetic surgery.At the same time, genetic modification has brought about earth-shaking changes in human body functions compared with 200 years ago.When human beings explore the universe and open up new horizons on various planets,