Chapter 121:

Marshal Troll was sitting on a silver sofa, a glimmering light curtain hovering on his right, and the text on the corner and the map on the corner were beating. It was just that the attention of the marshal did not seem to be in the light curtain in front of him. The dark-haired boy was lying sideways in his arms, his knees were bent, his calf stepped slightly on the sofa, leaning sideways against his chest, his head tilted against him In the neck fossa, his eyes closed and he made a uniform breathing sound, which seemed to be sleeping lightly.
The Marshal's right arm was holding the boy's back in his arms, occasionally moving his head, and using his chin to pinch the boy's soft hair in his neck. His other hand was holding Mute's right hand all the time, and his thumb and forefinger gently rubbed the base of Mute's right ring finger. He looked there, his eyes staring slightly, as if thinking about something important.
When Via came to this administration room in accordance with the order of His Excellency Marshal, this was what he saw.
Ha ha.
The colonel stated that he did not want to speak, and even had the urge to turn around and leave.
He will no longer be fooled by the appearance of his boss!
As a thoughtful commander, and as a full-thinking commander, his boss ’s movements, expressions, and fingers were combined with the actions of Professor Terry and his granddaughter not long ago. It means that he has guessed what his boss is thinking at this moment.
... he didn't want to guess thank you at all.
Via's arrival caused Marshal Troll to stop thinking about something that was extremely important to him. He stopped stroking the fingers of the man in his arms, and instead covered Mute's hand with a wide palm. Holding the softness in his hands, he raised his head and looked at Via.
He didn't mean to let go of the young man in his arms. The Marshal Lord doesn't seem to care about the eyes of others. No matter when, where, or in front of anyone, he expresses his concern for the people in his arms Spoil and pamper.
Mute is still a child and feels embarrassed in the presence of others, but the Lord Marshal is absolutely unscrupulous, completely in accordance with his own heart and preferences, when he thinks of dog food, he is always innocent. The onlookers gave a mouthful, you would n’t eat if you did n’t eat.
People at Ishtar's flagship say they have collectively activated the skills point of turning a blind eye to rejecting dog food.
"How about the jump point construction?"
"It's going well, and testing can be done in thirty-two days."
Starry sky jumping point is a special space transmission technology.
It is a bit similar to the teleporter on the planet, and it also has some space transition capabilities similar to ships. However, the distance transmitted by the teleportation transmission device is generally limited to the local planet, and the transmission capacity is limited. The ship's space transition capability also has the disadvantages of huge energy consumption and difficult positioning. Thus, the technology of starry jumping points was developed.
It is characterized by fixed points, two positions are set in two different starry places in the universe, and based on space jumping and compression technology, giant transmission apertures are opened in these two places. When the starry sky's transmission aperture is opened, it can reach the diameter of a planet at the maximum, that is, it can transmit thousands of small ships at once, as well as giant flagships and fortress cruisers.
In simple terms, as long as two star galaxies have established a jumping point in the sky, as long as the transmission aperture is opened, the forces of the two galaxies can instantly communicate with each other. It is for this reason that no galaxy jumping point will be established in the forces of each galaxy to communicate with other galaxies, unless both galaxies are their own territories. In addition, it is impossible to secretly build starry jumping points in the galaxy without passing through the lord of the galaxy, because the construction project is very large, and it is usually based on the satellites near the planets. Such large movements are not noticed at all. may.
Marshal Troll has now ordered the construction of a starry sky jump point, which is the teleportation aperture between his terrestrial galaxy and the emperor galaxy. After the three starry sky jumping points are established, his fleet can teleport between the two galaxies at any time.
"Sir, do you need to visit?"
Via asked.
Marshal Troll groaned and nodded. He held Mute in his arms, stood up easily, turned around, and put Mute on the sofa. His movement caused the teenager in shallow sleep to wake up, and Mute, who was placed on the sofa, opened his eyes and looked up at Troll. Because he was still awake and half asleep, Mute's eyes seemed confused. There was a mist in his black eyes, and he looked at Troll in confusion.
"Major General?"
Because he had just woke up, his voice was very soft, soft and soft, like a newborn kitten whining, and the voice was like a finger on the soft flesh of the heart.
The Field Marshal with both hands on the sofa beside Mute leaned down, lowered his head, and kissed the blinking eyelashes. The soft touch of the eyelashes was like the feathers running through the deepest part of his body. His dark blue pupils looked like a melting water, reflecting the face of the boy under him.
"Keep sleeping."
The marshal's voice was cold and indifferent, and no emotion was heard.
But Via, who was standing next to her, didn't know why, but was irritated by the words that seemed to be inaudible.
He pumped in the corner of his eyes, turned his head decisively, and opened the protective cover that refused to see and hear the dog food.
"The pillows are short and uncomfortable."
Lying on the sofa, tilting his head slightly, and holding the good-looking face of the major near him, Mute said, those black eyes were bright.
There was a pillow under his head, which was soft, but thinner. The armrest on the side of the sofa is relatively vertical and there is no arc. If you put the pillow directly on the armrest of the sofa, it will fold down, making the neck uncomfortable.
Mutter said this, the Marshal looked sideways, and found something just right, so he brought it over and placed it against the armrest on the side of the sofa. The thing was cylindrical and just filled relatively vertically. The gap between the armrests formed a slope, and then the thin pillow was placed on it.
Troll sat on the edge of the sofa, stretched his hands and looked at his teenager's forehead with a grin, and bent down again and kissed the crescent-like eyes.
"Be nice," he said, "stay here."
After speaking, he got up and walked towards the door.
The Colonel Qingfa, who really couldn't read or listen anymore, had already left the door and stood by the Marshal waiting for the Lord Marshal.
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Via regrets very much that she did not persist at that time.
If at that time he did not run outside to wait for the Marshal, but insisted on standing indoors and watching, he would definitely stop the Marshal from doing such a violent thing!
Returning from the jumping point of the starry sky under construction, Marshal Troll temporarily had something to meet with others while returning to the ship. Via stepped back to the administration room with the information and waited for Marshal to return.
When he stepped into the office, he saw that Mute was still asleep. This already made him mentally so it didn't matter, but--
but--
His coming in seemed to awaken the sleepless teenager, and Mute opened his eyes stupidly, yawned, and sat up. With this movement of Mute, the pillow he moved also moved a bit, revealing the cylindrical objects underneath.
So, when he unconsciously glanced at the cylindrical object, Colonel Qingfa just felt that his whole body blood had flowed back to his head.
He looked at the cylindrical article that was cushioned under the pillow as a filling, and felt that the blood in the body's blood vessels was boiling to the point where he couldn't help spitting a spit of blood.
Reluctant to resist the urge to vomit blood, Via stepped forward, reaching out to pick up the cylindrical object that was miserably matted underneath.
But the young man who had woke up sitting cross-legged on the sofa moved a step faster than him. First he reached out his hand and grasped the cylindrical object.
"give it to me!"
Via stared at Mute's hand deadly, her voice almost out of her teeth.
"That's not a toy!"
The boy glanced at him, looked at the thing in his hand, and threw it into the air at will.
Via felt that her heart was frozen for a moment.
The thing fell off, and Mute caught it casually and easily. Then, I threw it a few times again, it was really like a toy.
Via felt she was about to vomit blood.
The stuff that the Marshal arbitrarily stuffed under the pillow as a stuffing, that thing that the teenager was throwing around to play at will now-
The dark scepter, the golden pattern, the golden ribbon tied to the column.
Unique in the empire, in addition to the emperor's scepter, the most honorable marshal's scepter.
How many people can't touch it in their lifetime, but the noble scepter that can only be seen in the picture, how many people can only admire the existence, now they are tossing and juggling in the hands of teenagers.
Mute laughed at Vial, who was speechless.
"You're really dead-headed."
He smiled and raised the marshal scepter in his hand.
"What do you think this is?"
"........."
Via stared at Mute fiercely.
"It's just a scepter. Maybe it's valuable to many people now, but Via, you shouldn't be included in many people."
The boy looked lightly at the half-meter long scepter, he said, understatement.
"You should know that soon this so-called marshal's scepter will become worthless."
He chuckled and said, "Well, no, it should still have some value as a historical relic."
Via took a breath.
He was already so irritable that he wanted to speak reproaches, even if he was taught by His Excellency the Marshal later. But when Mutter said this, he immediately understood.
The value of this scepter is that it is a symbol of the marshal in this empire.
So, if even the empire no longer exists, can it make everyone yearn for it as it is now?
As Mute said, at that time, it was just an ordinary scepter. It would have no more meaning than a little historical value, and no one would take it seriously. . The reason why he is so nervous now is that he still can't shake off the influence of the empire on him, and subconsciously thinks that the empire is the supreme representative-and for him who wants to open up a new era, this Almost deadly. As long as he is shrouded and oppressed by the shadow of the empire, he will never be a real help for His Excellency the Marshal.
"... You're right."
After thinking about it, Via regained his calmness. He looked at the black-golden marshal's scepter no longer as hot and excited as it was a while ago, and became bland.
"It's my turn."
He said that, bowing his head slightly.
Probably during this time, things went too smoothly, and he was so ecstatic that he lost his head. What he could understand, he still couldn't understand ... he felt that he needed to reflect on himself.
"I'm sorry to disturb you."
He finished, then turned and left the room, standing at the door waiting for the return of the marshal.
Via didn't realize that when he turned to leave, Mute, who had an understated expression on his face, was greatly relieved.
Ah, it's a mess.
The teenager holding the marshal's scepter covered his chest and thought with some regret, he didn't know how much his words made Via's brain fill.
Almost Vía was about to explode again.
he thinks.
Although you are not afraid of Via, it is also tiring to be followed by such a serious and stereotyped person ... Major General is really ... Anyway, you are also a Marshal. This is also your scepter. You have to take such important things in Under my pillow ...
It's no wonder that Via had high blood pressure and wanted to run away. Fortunately, she was clever, and her brain turned quickly, and she found a reason to fool Via successfully.
But look back and think about what you said.
...
Well, I seem to pretend to be unknowingly?
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The construction of the jumping point of the starry sky has been opposed and protested by many people. Once the successful construction of the jumping point, the emperor galaxy will firmly become the sphere of influence of Marshal Troll.
But even if they objected, the emperor could not stay behind, the old marshal and his forces remained silent, and the marshal's army was still stationed on the emperor star, and the fleet was still in the emperor galaxy. Those who were unwilling People can only find other ways.
There was a large-scale demonstration of citizens on Emperor Star, and the demonstrators demanded that they immediately stop building starry jumping points in the galaxy. Naturally, after the large cities on the planet began to conduct demonstrations at the same time, Marshal Troll immediately went to the Emperor Star from Ishtar, and personally took the town to prevent the situation from developing in a serious direction.
Because Professor Terry asked for leave, Mute also wanted to take a break, and this time came along.
The place where the citizens of Wangdu marched and demonstrated was on the wide square outside the palace, and walked past the palace to pass through an arched promenade.
Troll and his team quickly crossed the promenade and descended the stairs.
The sun was shining brightly on everyone.
The black boots fell to the ground from the last step, that is, with the slight crackling of footsteps, the marshal of the black hair dropped his head slightly, and his narrow and narrow phoenix flickered, suddenly becoming sharp.
The scattered forehead made people not see the look under his eyes. He just reached his feet in a very natural manner when he stepped on the ground, as if he wanted to hold Mute's shoulder beside him.
Marshal Troll's fingertips had just landed on Mute's shoulder, and Mute was still moving forward.
Suddenly, Mute felt her heart beating.
He turned back, and there was a trembling breath in the air that made him inexplicable.
And the moment he turned his head, he saw the laser beams coming from the side covered by the brick masonry towards this side--
There wasn't much time to think about it, it was almost instinctual, Mute turned and stopped in front of Troll.
And at the moment he turned around, Troll's hand that had fallen on his shoulder was thrown away by him in such a turn, and the Marshal Lord who was standing behind him gave a rare sting.
The light blue shimmer tore the sparks in the air, blocking all the laser rays fired, and the bursting bomb also exploded on the blue light curtain, like a fiery red flower blooming in the air.
The boy stood there, his pupils shone with a blue shimmer, and before he stretched out his hands there was a blurred blue light curtain, which was hard to see, but he blocked all the attacks from the light curtain. The air flow caused by the explosion swept over his cheek, lifted his forehead, and flew up his horns.
He stood there and stretched out his hand, which was the position to keep people behind him.
The next second, the soldiers who followed were rushing up, and quickly solved the assassins who were hiding in the dark and wanted to assassinate the marshal.
Fortunately, he was here this time.
The relieved teenager thought so, and looked down at his hands, then turned his head, and showed a bright smile to the people behind him.
"It's all right."
Mute, who successfully protected the major general, said with a little pride, looking up.
"With me, don't worry, no one can hurt you."
The teenager said so, without realizing that the mouth of the red-haired elementary soldier Robin, who was next to him, twitched strangely.
Troll looked at Mute's raised confident face with a little pride.
He could easily escape the laser rays and burst bullets while holding Mute in one hand.
He had long deployed those guards in the dark to solve the assassins as soon as he could dodge for a second.
Also, he had long received all the information from those who wanted to assassinate him ...
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... All of the above, the Marshal Lord does not intend to tell this young man who wants to protect him.
He just leaned down, leaned closer to Mute's face, lifted his slender fingers, and gently rubbed the corner of the boy's eyes.
"Ok."
He said that the cold-colored lips slightly raised, with a slight arc, permeating the almost invisible pet.
"give it to you."