hunting light

The author has something to say: I had a bad cold and headache yesterday, and I was dizzy when typing.

Looking back today, I feel that the Duke’s speech was too OOC, so I changed it

He wouldn't be the kind of man who said a lot of emotional words! !

"So, Bishop Mitchell can't come to the surrender ceremony?"

In the study, a half-length image of the Duke of Oran is projected on the holographic communication device.Because the distance is too far, the signal is not very good, and the image is slightly blurred.

It was late at night in the imperial capital, and the Duke was wearing loose dark blue silk pajamas, with blond hair hanging down his forehead.This beautiful imperial man who has been praised by the public media, always handsome and energetic in front of the camera, the powerful minister is now leisurely and lazy, like a tired lion.

"Yes, father." Leon was wearing a neat military uniform.Even though he is already an excellent general who has experienced many battles, facing his father, his expression is still tense.

"At this time." The Duke thought thoughtfully.

"Do you think there is something wrong?" Leon asked immediately, "The Holy See will appoint another bishop to attend the ceremony."

"There is nothing worthy of special attention." The Duke immediately felt relieved, "The special envoy of the Holy See is just a witness in the surrender ceremony, and has no authority. I think even if Raphael backtracked, all the Holy See can do is bluff. Just issue a statement of accusation. However, at this time, the two of you are separated..."

"The two of us are not young couples who just fell in love, father." Leon smiled, "We have long been accustomed to a life of getting together less and leaving more."

"I don't worry about how you maintain your relationship." The Duke snorted, "That's all. What I care about now is our honored guest Louis, how is he adapting?"

"Very nervous, but still confident." Leon said, "My battleship will arrive at Glory in fifty hours. I think it will be difficult for him to close his eyes and sleep during this time. "

"There are still fifty hours..." the duke swallowed the wine in his mouth, and said slowly, "Time flies, like a bullet fired from the chamber of a gun. It's been a blink of an eye since we left Fryer." Seven years."

But in this short period of seven years, these two father and son, who were originally located on the edge of the empire's power, have opened up a large area in the imperial capital with their bare hands.

From being ridiculed and repelled relatives of the royal family, they have now become powerful officials who hold both military and political power in their hands.The blood, sweat and tears in it were all concentrated in a sigh and a sip of strong wine.

Fifty hours later, if all goes well, they may still be able to take another step forward.Overthrow the obstacle that has blocked the Duke of Oran for more than 90 years and ascend to the throne that belongs to him.

This anticipation of victory is tacit.

The father and son are separated by half the Byron Empire at this moment, so they can only silently share this joy and tension in the communication.

"You feel like time is passing fast, but I think it is too slow," Leon said. "I feel like I left Flair just a few days ago."

"That's because you are a young man who is eager to grow up quickly, and there will never be enough time for you." The Duke of Oran looked at the unclear image of his son in the holographic projection, and his eyes became very distant for a moment.

The young officer in the video has the same blond hair and blue eyes as the Duke of Oran, but as he grows older, the gap in facial contours becomes wider and wider.

Even though he has been in the field for several years and has experienced enough wind, frost, snow and rain, Leon's face is still much more refined and elegant than his father's rough and tough face.His eyebrows are slightly lowered, his nose is narrower, and his face is more slender.It can be seen that even when he reaches middle age, he will still be a handsome and noble man.

Leon always felt that he should look more like his biological father.But no one knows what Gercia really looks like.I'm afraid that even the Duke of Oran himself doesn't know what the most primitive face of the person next to his pillow looks like.

"The closer it is to the final critical moment, the more we cannot take it lightly. I think this is the truth, so I don't need to tell you more." The Duke said, "The victory over Louis is just a step in our journey."

"I understand, father." Leon said solemnly, "Accompanied by every phase of victory, there are more severe challenges coming."

The Duke nodded slowly, deliberated, seemed reluctant, and finally said, "You've done a good job, son."

Leon's expression was very calm, but if Ian was by his side at this moment, he could feel the sudden waves of waves in his heart.

During the long struggle side by side, the father and son had already reconciled.But the Duke of Oran is a man who can't express his emotions, and the tenderness of his life has probably only been revealed to Gercia.Even for the eldest son who is the most valued, the male's toughness makes him rarely express his inner warmth.

Such an affirmation, to Leon, is the most solemn praise and the most straightforward fatherly love he can get from his father.

"I am very grateful, father." Leon said respectfully, "I will not let you down."

"Your goal should be higher than this." The Duke said, "From now on, what you have to do is not only to meet my expectations of you. Remember, Leon, you have to be the strongest Great warrior!"

"Yes, Father!"

Ian suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.

"What's the matter?" Beside him, the secretary was holding the robe and helping him put it on.

After their spaceship parted ways with the Imperial Army, they headed towards Xilin in a hurry, shortening the 26-hour voyage to [-] hours.Now, they are about to arrive in Xilin.

"It's nothing." Ian shook his head, "I seemed to feel a little moved just now. But I didn't think it was possible. After all..."

After all, Ian is more than a thousand miles away from Leon at this moment, no matter how profound the empathy is, there will be no reaction across such a long distance.

"Is there any new news from Bishop Carroll?" Ian asked, "It's been so long, and there is no new progress on Bishop Xiali's condition?"

"Everything is still the same." The secretary shrugged. "Bishop Carroll's secretary always said the same thing: the archbishop is receiving treatment, and the bishop is accompanying him in the hospital. I asked him what kind of illness the archbishop was, but he didn't know anything about it." .”

Ian frowned, so absent-minded that he entangled the chain of the holy light frame and the button of the robe.

"Please don't worry too much, Bishop." The secretary helped Ian rearrange his robes, "Xilin is blessed by the Holy Lord and has the most advanced medical technology in all mankind. I believe that no matter how difficult the illness of the Archbishop is, he will be cured. "

"Of course I don't doubt the power of the Holy Lord." Ian forced a smile.

But there was a strange anxiety in his heart, as if a hole had suddenly collapsed in his heart.As it got closer to Xilin, the hole got bigger and bigger.

He looked into the dark bottom of the cave. Although he couldn't see anything clearly for the time being, he subconsciously knew that he would never like the things inside.

Guangji's voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness: "You think Archbishop Xiali's illness is a bit strange, don't you?"

Ian glanced at the clueless secretary who was packing his luggage.

"Yes," Ian admitted, "but I have no basis for it, and I find the idea somewhat disrespectful."

"I thought your respect for Archbishop Xiali had been wiped out by his despicable plans for you," Guang Ji said.

"But his thoughts have not caused me actual harm at the moment." Ian said, "but his kindness to me in nurturing me is indelible. I have to treat the two separately."