mech warriors have no love

Chapter 57

The night of Delan star is magnificent and dreamy.

The dark blue sky is full of fine stars, like gems that were accidentally broken, embedded in it chaotically.Several satellites closest to Delan star reflected bright light. Looking up, it looked like several rounds of bright moons hanging high, and even the craters above could be clearly seen.

David followed the people to a small building, took a deep breath before entering the door, and knocked nervously.

A casual "please come in" came from inside soon, as if he was not the one who was suspended for observation.

This person has been like this since he was a child, and he can tease people without changing his face when his leg is broken.

David was not relieved, but even more anxious.There was worry in his eyes, he pushed open the door and walked in, his heart was up and down for more than half a month, and his face turned dark when he looked up - the person he was worried about had just taken a shower happily, wrapped in a bathrobe and leaned against him. On the sofa by the window, the blond hair was wiped wet on the back of the forehead, holding a wine glass in his hand, drinking slowly, his posture was really leisurely from the inside out, without any force.

Seeing him coming in, the bastard smiled and waved: "Hey, Star Ruth is so far away from Star Delan, and it would take half a month to travel at full speed. What did you come by?"

Noticing that David's expression was not too good, Lancelot pushed another glass of wine just poured in front of him to the opposite side, and said lazily, "The treatment of the council is getting better and better. When I was tricked back last time, It was locked in an iron prison for several days before being released. The alliance is making progress, and the parliament is indeed becoming more and more humane."

David gave him a white look, sat across from him, exhaled, but still felt out of breath, he unbuttoned a few buttons before letting out a deep breath.Countless questions were stuck in his heart, and he opened his mouth to ask, but he saw Lancelot smiling and looking at him.

The tacit understanding between the two was cultivated since childhood, and they knew what was going on with just one look.His heart trembled, and he guessed that there were nine out of ten parliamentary eyes in this room, swallowing the mouthful of questions, making his chest even tighter, giving him an indescribable feeling of suffocation—even when facing the most dangerous orcs on the battlefield He had never been so uncomfortable before.

The knives in the hands of the compatriots, stuck in the back, are far sharper and more vicious than the knives in the hands of the enemy who is coming from the front.

Lancelot laughed: "Why do you take off your clothes as soon as you see me? I'm not interested in you."

David almost vomited a mouthful of blood: "I like the one like Molly!"

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "I'm not as good-looking as Molly?"

David originally wanted to take it for granted, but when he caught a glimpse of Lancelot's handsome face, he was silent for a while, and the words stuck in his throat. After holding back for a while, his face turned red, and he said angrily, "What a hammer! Mo Where is Li?"

Lancelot paused for a moment, his eyes were a little strange: "Well, they separated after returning to Delan Star. I don't know for now. But they should have gone out earlier than me."

The parliament is now only giving Lancelot a warning, so as not to directly attack the people around him.

David didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief, and looked around: "Where did Lucy go?"

Lancelot drank the last sip of wine, and shook the glass in boredom: "I'm afraid that I will flee from Planet Delan with a mecha, and the council will take it back temporarily. You also know that although Lucy belongs to Rhodes in name It belongs to the Ni family, but the real ownership still belongs to the parliament."

As he said, he tilted his head and looked at the monitor hidden behind the bookshelf in front of him, showing a kind smile, "I don't know what weird program will appear on Lucy next time when he comes back to me."

David frowned.

Lancelot smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't think too much, I'll go out in a few days. It's hard to go back to Delan Star, go home and have a look."

David nodded and walked away step by step.

Lancelot waved his hand casually: "Okay, don't look, I'm not Molly."

David gave him the middle finger.

Before leaving here, members of the parliamentary guard stepped forward and searched David carefully before letting him go.

David paced away from here, with a smile on his face, but a heavy heart. He hailed a hover car, sat on it and entered the destination address. Take out a small chip.

"This bastard...how dare you be so courageous." David heaved a sigh of relief, and carefully swiped the chip on his personal device, but only one name came out.

Vonna Wilders.

Old MP.

"Shuanglinhua's flowering period is very short. If you miss these few days, you will have to wait until next year to see it again."

"Beilin's health was not very good when he was a child, and he was always lethargic, especially when the weather turned cold. Sometimes he would sleep for a few days at a time. When he woke up, he would see the frost flowers wither, and he would just sit in the garden by himself in a daze."

"This room..."

César stopped watering the flowers and looked up at Karl who was sitting on the wall expressionlessly.Although each house has its own protection system, Carl seems to be unrestricted everywhere, sitting on the wall and talking to himself.

"Are you free?"

Carl took out a candy from his pocket, peeled one and stuffed it into his mouth, and threw the rest at César: "Little nephew, come and eat some candy. I thought you would really like to know about Belling's past."

César said nothing, bent over to pick up the candies, looked at the colorful wrappers, and wondered why Carl was so idle.

After all, he saw with his own eyes how busy Lancelot was when he was on Star Ruth and the temporary base—running around without touching the ground, and even if he came back, there were still documents waiting to be processed. move around.

Carl seemed to see his doubts, and smiled: "We have nothing else to do except fight the alliance. Lancelot is so busy because he has no one around him who can help him, so he can only Carry it by yourself. The alliance shouts that all people are born equal, but in the eyes of most members, the scope of this "person" is too narrow, and some people are not born as human beings. How can there be equality. The marshal of the alliance is infinite, but in fact it is only It’s a tool, just change it when you’re tired.”

César frowned even tighter.

He didn't like the Alliance, nor the Parliament, but he didn't like Carl's description of Lancelot even more.

César's emotional expression is very light, but his actions are very direct, and he will be beaten as soon as he says, without any ambiguity.Carl didn't want to be beaten, so he immediately apologized honestly, and changed the subject: "I've been here for half a month, how do you feel?"

César also peeled off a candy, put it in his mouth, and said softly, "The candy is not as sweet as Lancelot's."

Carl: "?"

César thought for a while: "And..."

Carl: "Stop!"

He was terrified, and his eyes were indescribable: "Little nephew... Where are you two?"

César was at a loss: "What?"

Karl was silent for three seconds, as if thinking of something, his face suddenly distorted.

Of course Karl found out about César's situation.

Some time ago, César just came of age, and he has the blood of humans and beasts in his body. The consequence of his physical maturity at the same time should be... the arrival of estrus.

So that bastard Lancelot...

Are all Alliance people beasts!

César watched Carl change from smiling to gnashing his teeth. Worried that this cheap uncle was carrying rabies, he quietly stepped back two steps, his eyebrows trembling: "Micah, what's wrong with him?"

Maoqiu hummed weakly: "It's like this when I see Chinese cabbage being eaten by wolves."

César: "?"

Although he wanted the genes of the offspring shared by César and Lancelot, but when he suddenly realized that César's tender cabbage might be eaten, Karl became extremely entangled.

But these thoughts just flashed in his mind and then disappeared, Carl shook his head: "Tonight is the celebration of the Beast God Festival, I have to host some things, you can walk around, don't be bored in the house."

Cesar nodded.

Carl looked at him, hesitating to speak.

César raised his eyes quietly: "Is there anything else?"

The young man was wearing snow-white casual clothes, standing quietly in the crystal clear ground in the courtyard, exuding a kind of coldness and tranquility from inside to outside, as if he was also one of the frosty flowers all over the ground.

Carl was silent for a while: "You...would it be sad to live in Beilin's former house? Do you want to change places?"

He is sad.

When he first heard the news of Belling's death, Karl didn't even dare to approach this house full of Belling's atmosphere.

Seeing things and thinking about people is the saddest thing in the world. Things are still there, but people can't come back.

César ignored him, carefully watered the last flower, turned back to the room, and closed the door to the backyard.

Micah lay on his head, muttering: "This Carl is not a good thing at first glance. Mr. Lambert told me that he has a lot of bad intentions."

César nodded calmly, stepped into a small room, and changed his clothes.

Micah was still babbling: "But Mrs. Belling said that Karl is not bad."

César froze for a moment, oh, and pondered for a while.He divided the people he met into clear categories, there were bad people, there were good people, and people like Lancelot he didn't know how to classify.Now Carl is tempted from the edge of the bad guys, and Micah pulls him into the good guys with a word.

Micah said helplessly: "There are no absolute good guys and bad guys in the world, César, you can't make such a distinction."

César pursed his lips and responded with a perfunctory expression, apparently not taking it seriously.

Micah was so angry that he pulled his hair: "Why do you change to this? Are you really going to the orc's laboratory to find space technology and send it back to the alliance?"

César corrected: "It's for Lancelot."

"Isn't giving to Lancelot the same as giving to the alliance?"

César shook his head: "I feel the same way as Lancelot. There must be something wrong with the one studied by the Alliance, and there will definitely be a big mess when it is actually used. Members don't care, and they don't care about the lives of soldiers. Here, they are just experiments in the eyes of the superiors. But Lancelot cares."

As he said, he quickly prepared everything, and only lost his mind when he touched the dagger that Lancelot gave him for self-defense.

I don't know what happened to Lancelot.

The council needs him, so it probably won't do anything to him.

César took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness and worry in his heart, waited quietly until it was dark, then pushed open the door, walked out, lowered his head, and blended into the crowd.

The Beast God Festival of the Beast Race is similar to the anniversary of the establishment of the alliance. Karl said that since the birth of the Beast Race, they have been stamped with the seal of the upper and lower races. The Beast God is their spiritual belief-in fact, in this era, not many people believe it. , but it is always good to have faith.

Before the orcs formed a large scale, they were driven to the bitter cold land. Because of the lack of food all year round, the hungry and crazy orcs took risks, robbed the empire of supplies, and were conquered by the empire as slaves.

In the hundreds of years since then, the orcs have been fighting for freedom.

And now, they were beaten into hiding by their former allies.

From a certain point of view, the current orcs are still not free.

They huddled in this dark star field and did not dare to look at the vast universe outside. Once they approached the alliance, they would be executed.

Belief in the illusory beast god has given spiritual comfort to countless bewildered orcs, making them feel that one day, the orcs will also have an equal status and a true, free identity.

In the past half a month, Micah has successfully hacked into the safety net of the orcs, and the entire map has been memorized by César in his mind—there is an underground city under the small white city where the orcs are located.

That is the core territory of the orcs.

César closed his eyes, and a three-dimensional map of the entire city appeared in his mind. Looking at the distribution of guard posts on the long street, he quickly chose a few routes and walked quickly.

No one noticed César who was gliding through the crowd like a fish, and soon he arrived at one of the entrances of the underground city.

This entrance is very hidden, and the orcs seem to be very reassured that no one will find out, and no one is guarding it—except for César, it is true that there have been no strangers here for many years.

Cesare was so calm when he did something bad, he even remembered to put on his gloves.He stretched out his hand to touch, touched the switch of the entrance, looked at the combination lock above, was stunned for a moment, and said in amazement: "Didn't it scan the iris?"

Fuqiu: "...Maybe the technology of orcs is still relatively backward?"

César felt that this guess was well-founded, so he opened his personal terminal and connected.

The furball crouched on his head, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

One person, one goal, calm and calm, high quality, full of experience, one lookout and one open the door, obviously this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

It's a pity that Lancelot was not there, and he couldn't see the good boy in his mind calmly committing crimes.

César deciphered the code and opened the entrance, and it took only ten minutes.

The entrance opened, and ahead was the illuminated staircase.César stepped forward, and it didn't take long to reach the end.

At the end of the stairs is a door.

The lock on the door clicked, and a red light came out, and the monitor on it also started to move.

César grabbed the hairball off his head expressionlessly: "Didn't it mean that their technology is backward?"

The fur ball lay in his palm and pretended to be dead.

César hesitated for a moment, walked to the door, looked up, and thought about how to dismantle it violently without being discovered.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, the scan passed immediately.

The red light instantly turned green, and the door slowly opened.

César: "..."

The hairball grabbed a strand of his hair nervously: "Be careful, it might be a trap."

César nodded, and after stepping into the gate, he quickly figured out where it was.

I didn't get the map of the dungeon, so I can only speculate.The luck seems to be good, this should be the orc's laboratory.

César narrowed his eyes slightly and walked inside.The lamps embedded on the walls and ceiling reflected cold white light, and he could only hear his own light footsteps, feeling inexplicably discordant.

Fuqiu whispered: "Cesar, it's a bit strange here."

César also found out why he felt offended—there was no researcher in such a huge laboratory.

He frowned, found the changing room, stepped in, and when he came out, he had already put on a white coat and a mask.

Micah noticed that César had grown taller again, and this white coat that was originally too big fit him perfectly, making his expression even more indifferent.

Fuqiu sighed and found that Lancelot still has advantages.

At least when César was by Lancelot's side, his expression would be much richer.

"No one, is it an abandoned laboratory?"

Fuqiu was guessing, and suddenly pulled Cesar's hair: "There is someone in front."

César kept walking and didn't stop because of someone.

Turning the corner, the door to the laboratory in front was ajar. He calmly pushed the door open and walked in.

There was only one person in the laboratory, with a thin back, wearing a large lab coat, and was carefully observing the solvent in his hand with his head down.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man coughed twice, without turning his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Bring solvent c-3422 here."

César looked at him coldly, picked up the reagent tube, walked to him, and handed it over.

The man still didn't look up: "This is reagent b-122."

César said indifferently: "You haven't watched it yet."

"What are you looking at?" This strange researcher focused on the reaction of the reagent in his hand, and quickly wrote it down in the notebook with the other hand. The handwriting was still very clear, and he could see what he was writing, but his tone was still cold, "This It's my laboratory, and people don't usually come here. You came to the wrong place."

He said, wrote the last word, and finally looked away from his precious reagent, looking at César.

His eyebrows are soft, his eyes are gloomy and indifferent, and the bottom of his eyes is covered with ice and snow that will not melt all year round.

The moment he saw Cesare's beautiful green eyes, his expression as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him suddenly disappeared completely.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he loosened his hand unconsciously. The precious reagent slipped from his hand without noticing it.

César's five senses have always been sharp.

He clearly heard the man in front of him trembling and unreadable whispering: "...Belin?"