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The Xingjun Department hasn't blocked you yet. The artificial intelligence under the projection said, "To save time, let's talk while playing, Highfield, let me introduce this mech to you." "

The author has something to say: half a chapter

Tomorrow morning, I will go to bed after the class is over, and I will complete OTZ tomorrow

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I wrote the manuscript happily in the morning, and received shocking news in the afternoon. I haven’t finished it, and I’m not in the mood. Let’s update it next time 886

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Okay, I'm done mourning, this chapter is completed, and I will continue to replace it tomorrow

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"In principle, I am still an artificial intelligence in the military department. Although in fact it has always been your personal AI, Colonel Derekson seems to have deliberately saved my authority in the military department for you." The gray puppet rabbit explained road.

"That's good." His artificial intelligence's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't look surprised, probably because he had always trusted the adjutant's character, so he took it for granted.Then, the artificial intelligence called up the design parameters of the two mechas, and presented the data intuitively with charts.

"On the left is 'Setsuna', and on the right is Bpatpat," he felt that Lavelle did it on purpose, but he didn't dare to say it out. He could only reluctantly control his expression and let himself nod.

Lavelle’s voice revealed a hint of unconcealable joy, and while typing a long list of commands, he continued: “The operating system of this mech is specially made by me, and it is different from all other mech systems. Just watch and learn, I am too lazy to teach you."

Highfield: ...? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The underground secret laboratory of the Royal Academy of Engineering leads directly to the academy's mecha training ground.After the artificial intelligence input two strings of door opening control commands, the mecha has completed its activation.This kind of start-up speed is only one-third of the average time-consuming of the current A-level mecha, and he couldn't help turning his attention to Lavel.

"This mecha is specially customized for you." His artificial intelligence wrote lightly without looking back: "With the best acceleration system in the entire galaxy, if you concentrate on escaping, no mecha can catch up to it."

Highfield: ...

He clearly felt the teasing in the artificial intelligence's words, but for the time being, he didn't have the courage to say "I can hit [-] people on the opposite side" for the time being, and he was so quiet that he seemed to be a different person.

The artificial intelligence seemed to enjoy his once-in-a-lifetime silence, the corners of its lips raised slightly, and its eyes narrowed.The more pleasant the artificial intelligence's expression was under the projection, the more he could feel that Lavelle's dislike of him was visible to the naked eye, and there was still a trace of unspeakable grievance in his heart.

But he couldn't help but feel that this kind of Lavelle was almost the same as when he was alive.

The door in front of the laboratory opened again and again, and the mecha accelerated towards the training ground.Lavelle's introduction is as concise as his style of dealing with the world, and it is a bit maddeningly concise-just throw him a few diagrams and the introduction is over.

"Look for yourself, if you don't understand, just ask Edward." His artificial intelligence is very inconsiderate and inhumane, "Get ready to jump."

It was General Lavelle who asked for the installation of the jump gate at the Royal Academy of Engineering when the school was founded. Now it seems that all the requests made by the general were premeditated.

Although the general who was born on a warship has turned into an artificial intelligence to drive a mech, he is still very clear about his own strength assessment, and has no intention of confronting Maurice Highfield head-on.The Empire is not without a pilot who can defeat a hundred enemy mechs by himself, but unfortunately, the pilot is no different from a salted fish.

Under the verbal condemnation of the artificial intelligence, the salted fish driver showed a flattering smile, and said in a sweet and greasy tone: "Lavel..."

The artificial intelligence under the projection rolled its eyes.

"I'm not sure if that nephew of yours knows that there is a hidden jump gate in the training ground," Lavelle said casually, "but listen to the movement, he is probably demolishing the house."

Obviously in order to take care of him who was not connected to the mecha, Lavelle connected the cab to the external sound and visual connection, so that he could hear a series of explosions from outside the mecha.

"This is the school I built for you... Lavelle..." He frowned.

"You can also stop him by force, Hayfield, you have this ability." After all, he waved his hand, but Lavelle didn't even look at him, it was clear that he would not make a move, "Prepare for the leap, countdown— —”

ten.

The establishment of the Royal Academy of Engineering was entirely due to the whim of His Majesty Highfield.

He clearly remembered that it was a sudden idea that came to him on the shuttle that he was working with General Lavelle.

Nine.

"Now that the great wars are over, it's time to create a cadre of academics for the empire," he said.

His general wondered: "Hayfield, when did you start caring about national affairs?"

Eight.

His majesty the emperor was even suspected by his general and the first gentleman of the empire, "Is the direction of the sun's revolution reversed today, and you are starting to think about the future of the empire?" He couldn't refute it.Under the skeptical gaze of his general, His Majesty the Emperor confessed, "Lavelle, do you want to be the headmaster of the Royal Academy of Engineering?"

seven.

"I know Highfield." His general nodded thoughtfully, "So you want to prevent children from engineering colleges from graduating."

His Majesty the Emperor: ...?

six.

"I'm wrong. I'm not interested in teaching and educating people. You don't need to ask the principal of the Royal Military Academy. I'll recommend my adjutant to you."

His Majesty the Emperor also nodded thoughtfully: "I know Lavelle. It turns out that your adjutant has only one main job, which is to help you bear all kinds of blame that you don't want to bear."

five.

His general retorted: "You found me such a big job for no reason, what qualifications do you have to say such a thing, Highfield? I'm wrong, you should find whomever you like, if you really can't do it yourself."

Four.

His Majesty the Emperor bargained with his generals all the way, and finally decided that the royal family would serve as the school directors and invest in the construction of a number of institutions of higher learning with academic research as the main training direction.Among them, the Royal Academy of Engineering and the Royal Military Academy will have General Lavelle and His Majesty the Emperor as visiting professors.

three.

"Because of your whim, the Presbyterian Church suddenly increased its expenses by [-]% this year. Are all of you rich people like this Highfield?"

"It's not exactly like this, Lavelle." The unprincipled His Majesty smiled and looked into the cornflower blue eyes of General Lavelle, "Actually, I just wanted to see you as a teacher at first, no I thought you were so serious."

two.

General Lavelle: ...?

General Lavelle: Highfield, I advise you to get out immediately.

One.

He smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

Before the countdown ended, he saw the building that he personally finalized the blueprint collapsed in the bombardment, and the red muzzle of the particle cannon was aimed at the center of his eyebrows.

The author has something to say: There have been so many bad things recently, I haven't finished writing, and I don't know when to make up

Don’t worry about the quality of this chapter that must be rewritten

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Don't ask, I'm just counting words, I don't know if you feel how desperate I am

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It is indeed the most suitable mecha in the entire galaxy for escaping. It can squeeze into the space gate to complete the transition the moment the particle cannon is fired, and jump out of the capital star's gravitational range with all its tail.

But the artificial intelligence obviously disdained to be praised by him, and without saying a word, pushed the power engine to full capacity, and set the sailing route and sailing speed, before turning around and giving him a condescending glance.

"Although you refuse to drive, there is still a job that must be handed over to you."

He smiled and said, "Laville, what if I refuse?"

The artificial intelligence under the projection was unexpectedly nice-spoken—or rather too lazy to lose his temper, so he changed to a threatening method.His artificial intelligence raised his eyelids casually, and replied: "I personally don't care. But I must remind you that when there are human passengers in the mecha, artificial intelligence has no right to decide the destination of the flight."

"At this time you will follow the artificial intelligence code again, Ravel."

he complained.

The artificial intelligence that lost its temper in another way automatically ignored his complaints, and just forcibly took away the direction of the topic: "I understand that you need to think about it. During the time you think about it, let me first inform you about the opportunity." A's operation."

Complaining was ineffective, and he looked at his artificial intelligence helplessly, watching Lavelle point a finger to bring out a translucent data window.Fortunately, this time, Lavelle didn't ask him to "look for himself, and ask again if he doesn't understand", although he secretly thought that this was probably because there were so few things to explain...

Facts have proved that he is definitely the person who knows Lavelle best in the entire empire, and his guess is accurate.After confirming that he was no longer verbally stubborn, Lavelle said: "According to the current speed and energy consumption, the mech can jump five more times. Unless there is another jump, and multiple jumps, meeting your nephew is just a matter of time." A matter of time."

One advantage of artificial intelligence is that it speaks plainly and without emotion. Sometimes this calmness can comfort people in crisis.But to him, this kind of tone made Lavel under the projection even more impersonal and gloating, causing discomfort.

"It's meaningless to run away like a chicken without a head. Make a decision, Highfield, your nephew has already chased you."

The artificial intelligence's forearm overlapped under the projection, as if it had nothing to do with him, and even leaned leisurely in front of the manual console, smiling at him.

He couldn't help muttering: "Lavel is really a bad guy."

However, his general never let him down with his words, and immediately responded: "It must be incomparable to you, Highfield. Look at you, if you have the ability like you, but anyone who has a little temper, how can he bear it?" Up to now, he has been chased all over space and escaped? Don’t you think so?”

"Is this your true desire, Lavelle?" He smiled.

"Return this sentence to you as it is, Highfield, is this your true wish from the bottom of your heart?" the artificial intelligence said, "I did this absolutely and hurt you, but there is no way, I have already done it for you." You made your choice."

"Since you've already made your choice, what's the point of asking me now, Lavelle?"

The artificial intelligence under the projection blinked.

"I apologize, but this doesn't seem to be working," his artificial intelligence said. "Edward will temporarily take over my human-computer interaction work, if it gives you a space to think."

The artificial intelligence's projection gradually faded away, but this time, he nodded.

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My wish is to fill in Hyosung before my birthday

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In an instant, the long//spear was parried by the double swords, and the weapons in the hands of the two mechas collided with each other and retreated immediately like an electric shock.He turned immediately to look at his warship.But Lavelle just leaned on the back of the chair (the artificial intelligence did not forget to drag a chair out of his study in the sea of ​​consciousness), seeing him suddenly turn around, so he raised his eyebrows and looked at him inexplicably.

But before he could explain, the artificial intelligence knew what he was up to, so he said with disgust and sympathy: "Hayfield, I understand that you have too many things in your mind right now, so I'll tell you again, Now it's the mecha that bears the mental load for me." The voice of the artificial intelligence paused, "He's here."

The ace mecha pilot of the empire moved faster than his artificial intelligence suggested, and the dark blue mecha raised his left arm to block Maurice Highfield's blow.

"Ravel," he said, "let me do it myself."

His behavior pattern has long been established by artificial intelligence in countless models.Regarding his request, the artificial intelligence did not change its face, and asked in an extremely casual manner: "Are you sure you don't need my help, Highfield."

"'Weather vane' is a precious warship used to wipe out thousands of enemies. It is overkill for this kind of thing."

"Oh?"

The auxiliary functions of the warship faded away like a tide, and Lavel sat on the half armrest of the chair, looking at him leisurely.

He smiled slyly: "What kind of warship do you need to beat a child?"

After the words fell, the dark blue mecha rushed out like an arrow from the string, and finally no longer stick to one-sided defense, like a real Highfield, only using the sharpest point of a knife to fight in front of the formation.

After the development of modern warfare into the space field, the research and development of melee weapons should have gradually stagnated, but the actual situation is just the opposite. Researchers have even used high-end deformable materials to make such weapons.If we want to go back to the source, the fact that almost all mecha pilots reached the consensus that a first-class mecha must be equipped with melee weapons should be attributed to his amazing family.

Lavelle, who is a mechanic, scoffed at this, claiming that it was the Highfield family who were driving the inexplicable unhealthy tendencies.But when he was an instructor, he probably knew that the aggressive method was always effective for young officers, so Lavelle's attitude changed, and occasionally he would show new research results to the mecha pilots in the regiment to motivate the soldiers under him .

And as the co-leader and Lavelle's partner, he would often fight against other pilots of the mecha division with the test pieces.

However, Lavelle does not always allow him to try out the self-developed works in the alliance. Occasionally, he will obtain the research and development data of other alliances through some agreements, and make them into one-off trial products to test the strength of self-developed products. The sample was Breath of Dawn of the Northern Fleet, so he should be a mech pilot who is familiar with this long//gun in the entire empire except Maurice Highfield.

Breath of Dawn has a transparent appearance carved out of ice, looking too fragile to be vulnerable.However, it is extremely heavy and powerful to swing, and equipped in Setsuna's hands, it can completely destroy the fuselage of a B-rank mecha with just one blow.He once said after the test: "Obviously with such a nostalgic design, the result is a weapon that will arouse the desire to destroy."

There are always people who like to fabricate stories about these weapons on military forums, and he also likes to go anonymously to fabricate random stories in his spare time, so he is very familiar with the most widely circulated story version of Breath of the Dawn.

"Do more business and less go to such folk forums." Lavelle rolled his eyes at him at that time, "Maybe it's not because people miss their homeland at all, they specially make up stories to deceive the feelings of you ignorant young people."

Thinking of this, his heart moved.

"Lavel, connect the communication channel for me."

The artificial intelligence said "Oh?" and said strangely: "I thought you changed your gender and planned to reform yourself, but it turns out that you didn't, Highfield."

"Lavel, you always talk like this to make me sad." His Majesty said greasy and crookedly, "Talk is my important weapon, I'm sorry I can't give it up yet."

He turned his head and blinked affectionately at his Ravel, and the artificial intelligence shuddered visibly to the naked eye.Fortunately, Morris Highfield connected to the communication request at this time, so he did not continue to make further actions.

Rian Richthofen Heidfeld was indeed an ace pilot, and at the same time knew his opponents and their weapons very well.When the communication was connected, Maurice Highfield under the projection was still slightly out of breath, looking up at him with those crimson eyes.

"Silent fighting is not my style of dueling, nephew, I think you are just tired, why don't we have a chat."

Maurice Highfield did not speak.

Behind him the AI ​​laughed mercilessly.

He didn't finish his sentence in the slightest, obviously he misestimated Maurice Highfield's patience.The young driver didn't even bother to cut off the communication, and suddenly threw the breath of dawn unexpectedly.

The distance between the two mechas was too close, and he had almost no room to dodge.The mental net tied to the sea of ​​consciousness spread out faster than his movements, and the breath of dawn hit the opened Dresden shield, and was held in the hands of the dark blue mecha in the next second, reaching the moment of the moment. power core.

"Young people should not always be so impulsive." He laughed.Following the direction where Maurice Highfield's eyes were fixed, it was not difficult to find that his nephew was staring at Lavelle.

He was about to speak, but the expression on the artificial intelligence's face was even more indifferent than him, and his mouth seemed to be saying something that should be taken for granted: "Why, did Ludwig Heidfeld teach you such a simple son? The one who dealt with us back then The time is more insidious than I am now, haven't you heard of it?"

Maurice Highfield's resentful gaze was about to burn in front of him across space, his artificial intelligence shook his head: "I didn't want to hurt you with words, it would be too vicious."

Lavelle snapped his fingers, disconnected the mental connection connected to the communication system, and disappeared into the screen transmission items scanned by the communication terminal.

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It's already shameless to finish it, go to Lao Xi! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (.)

Breath of the Dawn via DNF

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No one spoke in the cockpit for a while.

The customary rule among mech pilots is that when one side's weapon is pointed at the opponent's power core, it means accepting surrender, and pointing at the cockpit means taking the opponent's pilot's life.

He smiled.

"Let me tell you, expecting you to speak is better than expecting Lavelle to love to dress up." He pretended not to hear the artificial intelligence asking him with a half-smile in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Heyfield, what do you mean." Then he said, " They all said that your Breath of Dawn was made by you to commemorate your hometown, I want to ask you yourself, is that true?"

It is no secret that Maurice Highfield was born at the top of the military. Soon after he was born, his mother died of illness caused by postpartum. Eight years later, he was taken back to Capital Star by his biological father Ludwig Highfield. Swan Star, who was sent back to the northern border, stayed with his father not even as long as His Majesty the Emperor.

And Maurice Highfield was born on a planet with only a string of symbol codes. Under Ludwig Highfield's instructions, humans were permanently prohibited from entering, and guards were stationed all year round, so people would naturally guess that Morris? Highfield asked to make Breath of Dawn into its current form because he missed his homeland, which he could never return to.

His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire was erratic, and even his artificial intelligence could not calculate that he would suddenly chat with Maurice Highfield about indifferent topics.

Maurice Highfield obviously couldn't figure out what kind of new routine he was doing, but he still replied: "That's not the case."

He showed an expression of "I knew it", and when the topic changed, he was caught off guard: "Then let's talk about other things, nephew, in fact, I have always been very curious, what did your father tell you, so that you can't stop talking about it?" Make you think that I am the one who can realize his Utopia?" Without waiting for the other party's reaction, he immediately added, "There is no other meaning in saying this, I just want to chat with you. Morris, since you can't win Me, I feel I'm entitled to some of my victor's power."

"Excuse me, do I also have the right to remain silent?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Maurice Highfield said.

"I didn't intend to take your life, but you don't seem to be afraid of death..." But before he finished speaking, Maurice Highfield interrupted him hastily: "Why?"

He blinked and spread his hands with a smile: "You want to know? Then it's like we exchange a secret, how about it?"

The artificial intelligence glanced at him and let out a "sneer", but it didn't express any other opinions. It just randomly took out a book from his bookshelf, and his sentence "Lavel" was still stuck in his throat, and then The artificial intelligence with abnormal permissions raised its hand and drove it out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What a bad temper." He murmured softly, but the smile in his eyes could not be concealed, so that bystanders could understand who he was seeing at a glance.

Maurice Highfield looked at him without saying a word.Only then did he turn his gaze to look at his nephew, and said casually, "You can tell from your character that you were born to him." He looked at the other party's reaction, and he could even see a little curiosity.Ludwig Heidfeld has always been indifferent and arrogant, making it difficult for people to distinguish his true character and thoughts, and it is even difficult for him himself to say how much he can see through this elder brother.

"It's all cloudy, and he's taciturn. Talking to him is hopeless. I haven't heard of anyone who can talk to Ludwig Heidfeld."

His nephew looked at him distrustfully.

The glass heart of His Majesty the Emperor was hurt, and he was very sad.He sighed, showing an expression of whether you believe it or not, and said regretfully: "If you don't believe me, then I won't say anything."

Lavel, who was hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness, couldn't stand hearing his nonsense, and just said "Hayfield".His always taciturn nephew shook his head: "I don't trust you, but I still want to hear from you."

That's frankly not a Highfield.The artificial intelligence in the sea of ​​consciousness sneered again, this time he was not kicked out, so he could feel Lavel's mockery of him.

Seeing that he was silent, Maurice Highfield was silent for a while, and silently accepted his offer of exchange, then said: "Father told me that only you can create an ideal country, but you have not taken due responsibility."

"I admit the second half of the sentence." He said with a smile, "but what happened to the first half of the sentence? Do you believe what he says?"

Maurice Highfield in the projection looked into his eyes: "I think my father is much more believable than you."

"..." He had no choice but to keep smiling, "I see."

There was still hope in the other party's eyes, but he would never say another word, just holding the breath of dawn, the blade of the gun almost slashed past Shan Su's body from time to time, but he never moved from the position of the power core to the cockpit .

He lowered his eyelids slightly, ignoring Maurice Highfield's gaze, as if he were in deep thought.His thinking is unpredictable, and sometimes it can be said to be changeable. Even with Lavel, who has lived with him all year round, as the core of intelligence, no matter how artificial intelligence is simulated, he cannot fully construct his behavior model. He is unpredictable.

At this time, the artificial intelligence fully connected the sea of ​​consciousness with the mech again, and it also appeared in the communication projection, saying to Maurice Highfield: "You shouldn't guess what he is thinking, this kind of thinking is meaningless."

"Lavel." The person named raised his eyes, "Can I ask you to tell me with the wisdom of artificial intelligence, what do you think I think?"

His AI glanced at him in distaste.

"I think Morris would also like to know what your answer would be, wouldn't you, nephew?"

Maurice Highfield nodded.

The artificial intelligence was stared at with anticipation, and said with a face full of displeasure: "This is not the answer of artificial intelligence, this is my answer.

"If in front of you, most people will be in the most real state, and your nephew is the same. Then, you must feel that he is the same kind of person as you to some extent."

Lavelle said.

"He, like you once, is a person who doesn't understand the meaning of his own existence."

The author has something to say: I was forced to sleep and posted half a chapter without dignity, I should finish it tomorrow Hyosung (first draft) Thank you for your perseverance (without everyone)

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It's over, I goo again, I must fill it out tomorrow! (.)

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He didn't seem to see the crack in Maurice Highfield's expression, but asked with great interest: "Lavel, what do you think the meaning of my existence is now?"

This time, his artificial intelligence finally stopped being good-tempered.And he didn't know if it was because Lavelle used the spirit net to affect his senses, he suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a few centimeters taller than him, and he could look at him from a bird's-eye view.

Ravel touched his thin lips, and spit out a clear rolling word.

Now he was sure he knew what Lavelle was thinking.

But Lavelle wasn't about to flirt with him.His artificial intelligence looked at Maurice Highfield: "I wonder if it's because I come to be the bad guy every time that he gets the blame on me? Colonel, to be honest, I have never felt that your father and son are so affectionate , Having said so much, in my opinion, it is entirely because you have to find something for yourself as the meaning of your existence."

His warship spoke without the slightest hesitation, and without fear of Maurice Highfield's strained, piercing gaze.

"What if he is willing to continue to be the emperor, he will still be able to realize your father's dream, otherwise he will just be your father-killing enemy." He suddenly felt that the Ravel in front of him might not just be condescending in the senses, but really With an oppressive air, "Colonel, haven't you lived for yourself?"

An idea popped up in his mind.He thought that Lavelle was usually not very talkative to strangers, it must be because of the strong self-discipline at work, not only for restraining his edge, but also for self-protection.

But I know.He is very proud.From the moment I looked into Ravel's eyes, I could see those hidden lights.

The mech is surrounded by a folded sea of ​​consciousness. His artificial intelligence makes no secret of its defense against the enemy, but it appears extremely calm.The breath of dawn was lost in an instant, and only a few missiles were left on board, and they were facing a power nuclear damage explosion at any time.

This time, Maurice Highfield did not stay silent any longer, and the voice that squeezed out his throat was like a roar that was suppressed hard: "What do you know!"

The expression of his artificial intelligence was extremely indifferent, and Lavelle said coldly: "Why should I understand? In this world, except for those who love you, who needs to understand you?

"You lack love since you were a child, and I sympathize. If you lack love, you can find it yourself. What do you hate him for?"

He was like a blessing to his heart, and then suddenly realized.He thought that Ravel was angry.

Although he didn't say a word, he had already made such a big fire.

"Or do you think that your father doesn't love you because his love was given to his younger brother? Sorry, I don't think, when will brotherly love get so bad that you have to fight? I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it."

Lavelle spoke very fast. When he said this, the expression on his face was already a little bored, but he finally added: "If you want to know why your father doesn't love you, ask him himself. Don't drag irrelevant people into the water. No People teach you, don't you learn by yourself?

"Always expecting to be rescued, do you think everyone has such good luck?"

His artificial intelligence disconnected immediately after finishing speaking, and turned around without looking at him.Although the voice is steady, the tone is not very good.Lavelle said: "I have come to the scheduled wormhole area according to the plan, are you ready?"

He didn't answer the question.

"But I have such good luck, Lavelle.

"I met you."

Lavelle lowered his head slightly.

"—Shut up Highfield!"

In the next second, all the remaining missiles were launched by Shu Mo, and the mental net was shattered like fine dust, falling down with a flash of light.

And the dark blue mech threw the Breath of Dawn almost at the same time in the same way, and the transparent gun pierced through the power core of the moment.Maurice Highfield finally got the long-awaited answer before being pushed into the escape pod by Setsu.

"In 2526, I was born because of him, and I am paying back here today.

"How about you try to live for yourself?"

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☆, 27

Even though the family style advocates power, the Highfield family is indeed a nobleman, and the family members are very familiar with every skill that a nobleman should learn.When the social season came, the performance of the Highfield family members at the banquet was a daily topic of conversation among the ladies in Norfarain.

So did Ryan Richthofen Heidfeld.

His 16th birthday dinner, his first social appearance, was not hosted by his mother but by the owner Ludwig Heidfeld, which made his social season in June even more interesting.In the eyes of the ladies, he dances beautifully and movingly, and the ladies are proud to dance with him for the first time; his piano performance is top-notch in the empire; Very polite and lovable, nothing like his icy older brother.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself being held by Lavelle and standing in the center of the Kurdenin auditorium.

The lights of the ball had already fallen, and both he and Lavelle were wearing the uniforms they had when they were students, and the morning bird medal pinned to their chests refracted the light of the spotlight.No one spoke around, and all eyes were on them.

Ravel brought him here with the sea of ​​consciousness.

He understood immediately.This is his regret all the time, the opening dance of the prom, his partner is not Lavelle.

"I don't think it's a good experience to go through a wormhole." Lavel put his hand on his back, "Why don't you come and dance."

His eyes widen when he smiles.He leaned slightly, leaned in front of Lavelle, and gently kissed Lavelle's forehead.

He said: "Ravel. I prefer tango to waltz."

Lavelle also responded: "Hayfield, I want to beat you more than dance."

At this time, dance music just started.He only listened to the prelude, and then consciously jumped into the girl's step, grabbed Lavelle's right arm, and held Lavelle's left hand.He leaned close to Lavelle's ear, and said softly, "Lavelle, do you want to compare yourself to Alex and me to Fangfang?"

"I don't remember that I was planning to marry that lady and then suddenly fell in love with you?"

"But you're going to dance LeBaiser, Lavelle."

"You liked the movie," said his general casually. "Of course I wouldn't compare myself to Alex."

He bowed his head and smiled softly: "Lavelle, of course you shouldn't compare yourself to Alex, and I'm not Fangfang either. But, you may not know, I especially like this movie because it just makes me feel love where the light lies."

He said.

"Love is a bright word, Lavelle."

"Ravel."

He stood in the cockpit and softly called the artificial intelligence's name.

"I've decided."

He looked at the translucent projection of artificial intelligence, his eyes were calm, and there was a smile on his lips.

"I'm not going to kill Maurice. I want to be with you forever if I can."

The artificial intelligence also looked at him, as if surprised by his choice, and said: "There is a way, but it needs to go through the wormhole, and the landing point cannot be determined. If you are unlucky, or if you operate carelessly, you may die. Think about it." Yet?"

His eyes were curved, and there was helplessness and sincere love in his expression.The artificial intelligence looked at him, as if surprised by his sudden fearlessness and calmness.After getting along for a long time, at this moment, courage was finally carved into his eyes.

"Because I love you," he said, "so I'm finally not afraid to make a choice."

Before the dance ended, he squeezed Ravel's hand.

"If I can survive this time. Lavelle, you will come back to me."

The author has something to say: (first draft) is finished!