Chapter 120:

The empire calendar 20153, this year occupies a pivotal position in future history. Many major events took place this year, and these events are almost all turning points that will lead to future historical trends. The empire, which had been fairly stable, quickly declined after this year. Among them, the last emperor William von Frederick was persecuted by his relatives, causing him to be suspicious of others. Later, he was suspicious of suppressing the mature and stubborn Marshal Youjia, regardless of everyone's advice, stubborn, and persecuted this loyal veteran. The Marshal took the initiative to remove the position of Marshal.
That year, the marshal who had guarded the empire for centuries stepped down, and this was the beginning of the empire's complete decline.

Marshal Youjia asked the emperor to step down as marshal on the grounds of old age and frailty. The story spread, and everyone was shocked. There was a lot of controversy and controversy in the universe. Fortunately, there are those who cheered and helped, and some people of insight saw the bad results after the old Marshal stepped down, and wanted to persuade the emperor to change his will, or to persuade Marshal Yujia to change their minds and continue to protect the empire.
However, perhaps because the emperor's suspicion and suppression made the old marshal cold, he never closed his door after being asked by the emperor to ask him to step down as a marshal, and refused to meet anyone who came to persuade him. Therefore, when everyone saw the old Marshal again, it was on the ceremony of appointing a new Marshal one month after he requested to step down as Marshal.
Above the magnificent golden roof hall, black gold columns support the golden dome of the sky. The cylinders connect the cylinders, forming countless arched ceilings.
The dark wooden floor was glowing with light that almost reflected the blurry figures. The skylights were wide open, and the bright sunlight filled the entire hall. The winding gold ornaments on the columns standing on both sides of the hall reflected the sunlight.
The hall was quiet and abnormal. The pale-looking and weakly emperor sat slightly on the throne on the highest level. The hall is very bright, but the light will not shine the throne too brightly, and it will be as vivid as those under the hall. Instead, it will form a blind spot of light in the place of the throne, and the right shadow will block the emperor Face, people can not see any expression on the seat of the throne.
Down the high steps, the thick fire-red carpet was rolled out in the center of the numerous columns and in the middle of the hall, dividing the magnificent hall into two sides with fire color. The numerous noble ministers who observed the ceremony stood on both sides, and the announcement had already been sent to the entire universe, and the forces of each galaxy sent representatives to attend the canonization ceremony of the youngest marshal in history.
In front of the eyes, the dark-haired young man stood in the main hall, looking indifferent and calm, with no pride or joy on his lonely face.
The streaked body was wrapped in gold on a black background, his long body was covered in lacquered black boots, and a blue-black cloak was scattered behind his shoulders. A golden string wrapped around his cloak's shoulders On his chest. Star-like lacquered black hair scattered around his cheeks, a little shimmering in his black hair.
The young admiral just stood there and let everyone involuntarily focus his eyes on him. He just stood there, everything gorgeous around him seemed to fade, only he was the only bright color.
Snow-like face, dark blue long phoenix eyes.
It is snow and ice, but it is snow and ice that cannot be touched on the top of the snow mountain.
It is the blue water current, but it is the whirlpool current of the deep sea abyss that swallows up all noise silently.
He stood there, his cold, thin lips oozing the sharpness of the sheath blade.
That kind of person, at a glance, burns people to the extreme, stabbing people's eyes faintly.
The eyes of the outgoing old marshal glanced at the young man, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, he looked so carefully, as if to imprint this young man in his eyes.
There was no smile on his face, his sharp lips were tightly clenched, and the wrinkles on his forehead were sinking deeply. His expression made his hard-lined face look even colder, and that face made He looked closely at Troll's eyes as if being critical and questioning.
The old Marshal is indeed not willing to step down.
After seeing the performance of Marshal Yujia, many people think so. Many people's eyes turned upwards, looking at the emperor sitting high on the throne, but unfortunately, the emperor was sitting too high, the light staggered around him, but formed an area out of light on him, No one can see the emperor's expression at this moment.
Only six months ago, he was promoted to Admiral Troll, so the rescue of the emperor was successful, and he repelled the Salome daughter who intended to force the palace. He gained the favor and trust of the emperor and was unprecedentedly promoted to marshal. It was not that no one objected, but the emperor who experienced the sudden change of character at this palace suddenly changed his mind, and dismissed anyone who dismissed him from the palace. The upright men who dared to speak were expelled, and naturally they were the cowardly people who only ordered the emperor to obey.
Staring at Troll, Marshal Yujia for a long time looked away and looked at the emperor above the throne. He saw the emperor's face hidden in the shadows, and nodded slightly at him.
The old marshal stood under the throne, in front of the row of people on the left, where it was closest to the emperor. After seeing the emperor nod, he walked out. The dark military uniform was different from everyone else's golden pattern, just like that of Troll at the moment. Dark gold buttons, black and red velvet straps are pure gold badges, scattered black and red tassels. The thick navy cape hangs behind him, covering his tall body. His right hand protrudes from the cape, holding a half-meter-long scepter in his hand.
Unlike the slightly longer pure gold scepter in the emperor's hands, the scepter in the hands of the old marshal is blackened and made of heavy obsidian. It is not decorated with any gems. Only the golden lines are intertwined with the dark scepter The pattern makes the dark scepter of the whole body present a deep, reserved and noble atmosphere. A light golden band was tied over it, which flew up as the breeze passed.
The scepter of the Marshal of the Empire symbolizes the honor of the Marshal.
It is the most important ritual to hand this scepter to the succeeding marshal.
The old Field Marshal held the staff from the side and walked towards Troll. His dark military boots stepped on the dark wood floor, making a steady footstep.
He reached Troll and watched him. Although he was old, his body was still tall and erect. His gaze was flat with Troll, as if he wanted to see something through the dark blue pupil of the young man who took over as his marshal. .
The new young marshal looked at him with a cold look, and he could not see any emotion from the young man's eyes. But seeing nothing, this made him feel inexplicably relieved. Troll stood on the same level and the same height as him, but somehow gave people the feeling of looking down at him. It wasn't a condescending gesture that was revealed intentionally, it was more like the momentum seeping from the bones, and it seemed like an inherent sense of oppression.
The old Marshal closed his eyes and exhaled softly.
It's true that it is the descendant of the great founding emperor.
He raised the marshal scepter with both hands in gold and passed it to Troll.
He said, "It's over to you."
He seemed to be talking about this scepter, and he was talking about more things. On the high steps behind him, the figure of the emperor leaning slightly on the throne looming in the light.
Troll glanced at him without answering. He never looked up to look at the emperor on the throne, but instead reached out to catch the marshal's scepter.
The brand-new golden badge on his shoulders, exactly like Marshal Eugar's, shone brightly, and the luster echoed the light of the golden pattern on the dark scepter in his hand.
It was a moment of alternation between old and new.
That was the moment when a new chapter was about to begin.
The young marshal stood above the hall, holding a black gold scepter.
The wind blowing in from the skylight lifted the blue-black cloak behind him, like the wings of an eagle spreading behind him.
He stood there, between heaven and earth, as if he was the only figure standing alone.
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When Troll returned to Ishtar in his martial arts uniform with a gold pattern on a black background, most of his generals were already concentrated on this flagship, waiting for his return. All of them are still below the rank of officers and are not qualified to attend the ceremony of marshaling the marshal, so they can only wait anxiously on Ishtar.
The moment he saw Troll, his men's eyes fell on the black-gold scepter on his right hand. Looking at the scepter that symbolized the marshal's honor, almost everyone's face showed an excited look.
Unimaginable.
Even if he knew the strength of the person he chose to follow, absolutely no one thought Troll could climb to such a high position at such a fast speed.
marshal.
There is a unique existence in the empire, which nominally commands all fleets of the entire empire.
What does this mean-there is no mediocrity under Her Majesty Troll, everyone knows what it means-the goal that once sounded out of reach, the so-called outrageous goal, they have come step by step and have gone Half the distance.
What they are doing and experiencing is probably history after 10,000 years. In this turbulent era, they will become members of history!
Forbearing the surging mood, everyone looked at each other, then, as if they had the spirit, and at the next moment, everyone fell down.
Kneeling on one knee, their right hands clenched into fists and placed on their chests, where the heart beat.
They bowed their heads, towards the new young marshal, towards their monarch.
They willingly kneel at the feet of this person, because they know that one day, this person will lead them on the journey to the sea of ​​stars, and this person will lead them to create a new future-
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Marshal Troll has returned to his lounge alone. Naturally, the officers have also left and returned to their respective ships. Colonel Via, who stayed on Ishtar, resisted his excitement and tried to warn himself that he could not relax. For a time, he felt full of strength and was full of energy to deal with the accumulated matters.
Only halfway through the business came an uninvited guest, and white-haired Professor Terry came here.
"Lord Colonel, I want to take a period of leave. I want to return to Gabbing, and my granddaughter will follow me back."
Not only did the old professor come by himself, he also brought his granddaughter Maya, and made a request to Via to take a vacation to return to Gabion.
Gabe Star is a planet within Marshal Troll's sphere of influence, and is also the home star of Professor Terry, whose family is on this planet.
Via was surprised by Professor Terry's leave request.
When he was on his way to Emperor Star, all the professors and researchers on Ishtar were sent back to the planet without following them. Later, Professor Terry's granddaughter Maya was rescued, and Professor Terry immediately rushed here and returned to Ishtar. But what Via did not expect was that after confirming that her granddaughter was safe, the first thing Professor Terry did was to run to Mute.
"Sir! Please let me learn from you!"
Without hesitation, the old man bent over deeply to the younger man several hundred years younger than him.
At that time, not only him, Mute was surprised.
"Professor Terry, please look up first ..."
"I'm serious! Your Excellency Mute, please let me follow you!"
"Professor Terry, you should know, I'm Gah ..."
"I know. I know what happened to you and those at the Royal Academy, and it should be said that many people know."
What Mute did at the Royal Academy was in the public eye, and everyone could see it, it couldn't be covered at all, Mute didn't want to cover it, so what happened at that time was secretly recorded by some interested people as a video. Go out. His identity as Gamma has spread throughout the universe, but likewise, the images of the solar system and earth that he showed before the hall are also known.
When Professor Terry saw it here, his eyes were straight.
"My old bone has lived long enough. To be honest, I was really afraid of you at first, but that place, that planet, was my goal for a lifetime."
He is also an ordinary person, and he is also afraid of Ga, who is said to be a monster, but his longing for the earth has suppressed his fear of Ga. He has studied all his life, and that is his lifeblood. For this reason, even if he expounded his old life, he would not hesitate.
"........."
The teenager was silent for a moment.
Seeing that Mute was hesitant and didn't answer, Professor Terry was anxious, and the next second, he threw himself on the knees.
The teenager was so frightened by his kneeling that he took a few steps back.
"If you don't promise me, you won't get up! If you don't want me, I'll kneel to death!"
The old professor is already playing tricks.
The old man kneeled so shamelessly that Mute had to agree.
To be honest, he was very hard to organize and analyze so much information by himself, and it was good to be able to help one more person. In addition, Professor Terry is himself on the side of Troll. All his relatives are also under the control of Major General. He does not need to worry about the old man revealing his bottom.
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Therefore, Via was very surprised that this research madman who didn't care about his research career even following everyone who was afraid of Gah would ask for a vacation to return to his mother star.
"Ah, that's it. My granddaughter Maya's fiance has been waiting on Gabb Star for a long time. I have to take Maya back to get them married."
"Oh."
That's it.
Via understood. Although this old man is a freak research madman, he is also a grandfather who loves his granddaughter. In order to see his granddaughter get married, he can only reluctantly temporarily suspend his research and go back with his granddaughter.
He nodded.
"Yes, it's enough to give you a month's vacation?"
The old man shook his head desperately.
"No need, I'll be back in a week!"
"........."
It's rare to see people who abandon too many holidays.
While Via was still speechless here, for a moment, a large light curtain standing tall stood in front of him, and the figure of the young marshal appeared in the light curtain.
He was sitting on a silver sofa with his long legs crossed and his hands crossed on his lap. Narrow Phoenix eyes looked through the light curtain. Naturally, he saw the pair of grandchildren around Via.
"Lord Marshal."
At the moment when the light curtain appeared, Via stood upright immediately, raised her right fist and saluted her chest. When he saw the eyes of His Excellency the Marshal passing over the grandparents beside him, he immediately gave an explanation.
"Professor Terry wants to take time off to return to Gabbing for his granddaughter's wedding."
After Via said, Troll's grim look fell on Professor Terry. When the new young Field Marshal looked coldly, the old professor suddenly felt a little nervous and began to speak subconsciously.
"Hello Marshal, this is the case. Maya was engaged six months ago, and now her fiance is waiting for her to return." He said as he grabbed his granddaughter's hand and raised it to Troll. .
"Look, engagement rings have been worn for a long time."
The old man raised his granddaughter's hand in this way, and Marshal Troll's gaze fell to his hand in front of him.
The skin of the girl's hand is a light wheat color, and her fingers are a bit fleshy. There is a platinum ring on her ring finger, which doesn't look very expensive, but the shape is very delicate. It can be seen from the traces on the base of the finger that it has been worn for a long time.
When Grandpa grabbed her hand and said so, Maya flushed instantly, and seemed embarrassed, but her shy eyes clearly showed a happy look.
The Marshal glanced at the ring, looked away, and fell back to Via.
"Come here right now."
He told Via.
"Yes, Lord Marshal."
Via looked at the light curtain before her eyes, and turned to speak to the grandson next to her.
"Okay, Professor Terry, you can leave the ship tomorrow, and I will arrange for someone to you back to Gabe."
When he had finished speaking, he signaled to the soldiers next to take Professor Terry out of here, and then he walked quickly towards Marshal Troll.
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The light curtain over there just closed, and the door of Marshal Troll's personal administration room opened automatically. The tall soldiers standing at the door didn't squint, leaving the dark-haired boy to report without warning. Came in.
Mute, who walked into the door, yawned, looking rather sleepy.
Old Professor Terry said he was going to take leave, sending his granddaughter back to marry her fiance, and with a look of reluctance to leave, he dragged him to spend the whole night in the endless stream of information, so that he could go to sleep in the morning . Fortunately, due to the event of the Marshal's canonization ceremony, Major General stayed on the Emperor Star last night, otherwise he would surely drag him back into the room.
He had just woke up and still felt that he didn't sleep enough to want to continue to sleep, but I heard that Major General had returned to Ishtar and woke up when he thought about it.
Entering the door, he yawned and rubbed his eyes. Mute opened his eyes and saw Troll sitting on the sofa. Although the expression was still indifferent, it seemed to be thinking about something.
He walked over, behind Troll, leaned down with a smile, and wrapped Troll's shoulders from behind.
"Master Marshal? ~~"
He smiled and said that his voice rose slightly, which was obviously ridiculous.
He rested his chin on the right shoulder of the new Marshal, politely squinting at the beautiful cheek. Then he discovered the difference between Troll's uniform and the previous one.
The black background is still black, but the lines above have changed from silver to gold, and the buttons have become dark golden. The teenager was a little curious, holding his hand down, and holding down a dark gold button on the chest of the military uniform, fiddled with it, trying to figure out if it was pure gold.
Mute's mind is simple, but from the perspective of the soldiers outside the door, the young man's behavior is basically the same as attacking the chest. The movement of reaching out to the marshal's chest directly shocked the soldiers with a heavy twitch. Quickly turn around and let the door close automatically.
Seeing is better.
If I watched the young boy's bold behavior of tofu eating again, they might be scared out of heart disease.
Mute didn't know that the act of watching the button had been identified by the soldiers outside the door as eating tofu. He still kept the posture of holding the sergeant's chin on the shoulders of the sergeant from behind the sofa and began to play with interest The golden marshal badge on the chest.
However, as soon as he looked at it, he raised one hand and took his hand.
He thought Troll wouldn't let him play this, and he didn't care to retract his hand. But he flinched, but his hand was tightly gripped by the Marshal Lord, unable to pull out.
Moreover, Troll's movement of holding his hand was also strange. Instead of holding it with his entire hand, he pinched his fingers with his thumb and forefinger and middle finger, lifted them, and stared at him like that.
what happened?
Mute was a little strange, but didn't move, just looked at Troll sideways.
The adult marshal pinched the fingers of the young man behind him, specifically, the fingertips before the knuckles of the middle and ring fingers.
A platinum gold ring on the girl's ring finger just seen in the light curtain emerged in his mind, staring at the root of Mute's clean, empty ring finger.
Something missing.
He thought, and then glanced at the equally empty ring finger at the root of his white gloves.
"Do you want white or gold?"
Said Marshal.
"?????"
The teenager who did not know the cause and effect was aggressive.