Chapter 20:

In the dark-based room, thick black blankets were laid on the floor, stepping on them warm and soft.
The walls are made of red and black masonry, and the lines of the masonry meander into beautiful patterns. The huge table made of black wood is pressed on a black blanket, and the thick fur surrounds the smooth round table corners.
Gold murals were embedded in the black-red masonry walls, refracting golden shimmer.
Although there is a large retro fireplace in the corner of the room, it is only stacked with smooth wooden blocks for decoration, and has never been used. In this majestic minaret controlled by the brain, the temperature and humidity of the air that are most suitable for humans have been maintained, and a faint fresh fragrance has always been maintained in the air.
The old man in comfortable home clothes stood in front of the huge black wooden table, and fiddled with the tumbler shaking on the table. He silently watched the strangely funny tumbler waggling on the table without saying a word.
His son stood behind him honestly, slightly bowing his head.
The golden hairband with dark brown curly hair was slightly glowing, and the man was wearing a Jinyihuafu, which was unusually conspicuous in this dark-toned room.
The old marquise turned and looked at the son who was standing there waiting for his instructions, and the gentle face.
What emerged from his mind was the handsome face of the young major general. At any time, that young man exudes a powerful force that he can't say but can make people feel clearly.
It's been a long time since he has seen such a sharp-eyed, aggressive young man.
In this dull empire, this blade-like young man is so dazzling that people unconsciously set his eyes on him.
Even in the face of a military position higher than himself, even when saluting, the young man was still in a cold and arrogant posture, and would not give the slightest feeling of bowing his head.
One more look at the son in front of me, his face docilely bowing his head, the old marquis couldn't help but want to sigh.
If only that young man was his child.
"Bayat."
He called his son's name, and the wrinkled hand turned the golden ring on his right hand gently.
"I remember I taught you that you have to deal with the guests' clothes and choose the right one."
He glanced at the man's Jinyihuafu, his eyes unhappy.
This gorgeous dress would be taken for granted at the banquet tonight. However, the child, Beat, wore it when he went to meet Major General Troll.
Bayat should be very clear that the people he met had just returned from the war and must be wearing military uniforms, but he just wore such a suit to greet him.
Perhaps from the perspective of others, Bayatt is so pretentious because of the importance he attaches to welcoming Major General Troll. But, as the father of this child, how could he not know what Bayat thought?
I don't know why, he admires Major General Troll, but the child has always had a subtle resistance to it.
However, even if he did not like the major general, Bayat should not do so.
... It is not the aristocracy who has the connotation that he is proud of himself and that he wears clothes over others.
"Bayat, you let me down."
Said the old Marquis calmly.
Bayat didn't speak, but just lowered his head down, and the curly hair covered his face, making it impossible to see the expression on his lower face at the moment.
The old marquis looked at the son who bowed his head in front of him, and the attitude that he had always held on to himself, and could not help remembering the standing figure of the young major general at any time, and he felt more and more disappointed.
If you change to that young man, even if he is in front of him, dare to confront him unceremoniously.
In the days of cooperating with that young man, he could see that Troll was a resolute and decisive man and would never leave it to others, even if that person was his elder.
When the rebels were annihilated together, the young man was not afraid of himself who had a high status and a strong military presence. When other generals did not dare to say a word in front of themselves, only that young man dared to refute his proposal and You are polite to point out the loopholes in your strategy.
At that time, he was irritated by the young major general's unequivocal rebuttal, but he couldn't refute the mistake pointed out by the other side, so he could only hold his own breath.
Later, I thought about it. For so many years, no one has dared to face himself in such a face for a long time. The young man is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.
Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a bit interesting, and then he had a rare curiosity and watched the young man's fight from beginning to end.
At this point, he was thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun with a little sullenness.
The process of that battle was really awesome. Even the old guy who fought for a lifetime could not help but want to admire.
The entire fleet was rolled out at the fastest speed in the shortest time, but it was not chaotic at all, and the lightning-fast speed could give onlookers a sense that the entire fleet was methodical. In the critical moment of the attack and the encirclement, the timing of the seizure was accurate enough and almost no loopholes could be found.
The whole process flowed like clouds, and the enemy rammed around the young man's net like headless flies. The net was still a sharp wire, and it hit his head with blood.
If that young man was his child, that kind of arrogance and irreverence towards his elders, he would probably be smitten by Qi Qi once every three or five times ... But even if he was congested with anger three or five times, the old Marquis would only have Feel happy.
My son is capable, my son is great.
What's wrong with your temper? What about pride?
I'm happy even if I'm really angry.
...... It's just that the young and promising young man is not his child after all.
Thinking of this, the old marquis looked at the son who was honestly standing in front of himself.
Bayat is a filial piety and never disobeys his intentions.
But Bayat is the owner of the future Miya family. If you only know that you obey him blindly, how will such a warm personality be able to bear this big family after he grows old?
The Marquis Mia sighed softly.
No matter how disappointing Bayat is, that is his only child. He is old and must pave the way for Bayat as much as possible while he is alive.
This time for his birthday party, he invited Troll to attend, just to win over the young man.
He can see that this young man has the ability and ability, and most importantly, he is deeply fancy and loved by his Majesty-if not, even if he is capable, it will not be possible for him to sit at the young general position.
The future of this young man is boundless.
He draws him in, wanting to make a good relationship with Troll and Bayat, also in order to give Bayat more help in the future.
As the mind turned, the Marquis Mia began.
"Remember, entertain him well."
"father……"
Bayat stopped talking.
The man named Troll was just a major general. Although it is said to be an ancient aristocratic family, that family has long since faded, and now Troll is the only person in the high rank.
And he was the son of a marquis, and he wanted to turn around to please a major who was half younger than him?
The old marquis naturally saw Bayat's reluctance, and he shook his head.
"Bayat, don't look at the man who is just a major general now. His future is unlimited. If you pay him now, you will naturally have more help in the future."
"……Yes."
The man lowered his head again, indicating obedience.
The old marquis looked a little unwilling, but obediently responded to his son, and his heart was a little irritable.
If you switch to that young man and let him do things he doesn't want to do, he will probably just give himself a cold glance, then turn around and leave.
"You go."
He says.
"Yes, father."
Beat replied meekly, bent slightly to salute his father, then turned and left the room.
The old man sat down on a chair covered with thick blankets and rubbed his temples, thinking about the son who was gentle with him and never refuted himself, and the young man's cold and arrogant side face and erect figure, eyes Flashed a bit helpless.
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After leaving his father's room, the man who kept his head slightly lowered immediately raised his head.
The meek expression in front of the old marquis had disappeared without a trace, the corners of his eyes rose up, and the provoked arc made his face that looked thick in front of the old marquis instantly hardened.
He laughed lowly, with a bit of anger, making his laugh sound strange.
When Beat returned to his room, he replaced the gorgeous dress and leaned on the soft lounge chair.
He groaned a little and said something to the attendant standing next to him. The attendant raised his hand, a small light screen appeared above the metal ring on the attendant's wrist, and a line of information was entered.
Soon, a young petite girl in a maid costume was brought in by the attendant.
When she entered, Beat was lying obliquely on the soft chair. Two beautiful maids stood in front of him and rubbed his shoulders. One kneeled under the soft chair and beat his calf gently.
"Master Bayat."
The maid bowed her head and saluted, then raised her head. The seemingly innocent face with a little charming expression at the corners of her eyebrows was the maid who started to lead Major General Troll to the room.
Bayat frowned.
"He didn't let you serve?"
He specifically arranged for this woman to serve that person in the past, but now that she appeared in front of herself, it meant that she could not approach the major general.
"Do you remember the child who followed the Major General?"
The maid said, looking at the nose, nose, and heart, she did not dare to squint. After special training, she naturally knew that the charming method she had was not allowed to be used on the person in front of her.
Unable to approach the major general, it was her mission failure, but the reason for the failure was not on her, so she said quite frankly.
"His Majesty did not allow me to enter the room, but brought the child in."
Her words stunned Beat, and then he quickly responded.
He waved his hands to let the two maids massaging him down and snorted softly.
"It turns out ... I thought I thought too much, but I didn't expect that guy was really that good."
He said so, remembering the young boy who was apparently still a little bit childish, and couldn't help but pout.
He was really interested in that kind of ghost, and his vision was really bad.
He sneered dismissively.
"Is there any message from the arranger?"
"No."
The attendant next to him bowed and answered.
"Soon after the talents we arranged boarded on Ishtar, we didn't dare to do much."
He said, "But ..."
"But what?"
"However, he mentioned that Major General Troll has recently taken a fancy to a minor boy-it is said that the young man was the last heir to the Uriel family and was sheltered by Major General Troll."
"The Uriel family ... the name is familiar ..."
Bayat murmured authentically.
Soon, he was educated from noble sons and daughters since childhood, he found out the information of this family from memory.
"It turned out to be this very old family, a family that has existed since the era of the human universe tens of thousands of years ago, but it has almost disappeared for thousands of years ..."
He frowned, "Is that kind of devil the last heir to the Uriel family?"
He raised his hand, stroked his clean chin, and his well-maintained fingers were white and delicate.
To be honest, even if he sees that Troll is not pleasing to the eye, Bayat can't deny that person's excellence, especially the glamorous beauty at first glance.
Bayat doesn't think that the young man who has no body and looks must have such a big attraction, which can make the young and handsome young man with good looks treat him differently, and even stay with him for a while.
Heir to the Uriel family ...
Maybe there is something important hidden in that little ghost.
"To find ways to."
He said, hitting the armrest of the chair with one finger.
"... think of a way to get started with that little ghost and come up with some words."

"Yes, Your Majesty, everything is OK."
The image of Lieutenant Colonel Qingfa appeared on the light curtain and reported to his superior.
Pressing the dangling virtual key, Major General Black Hair cut off his connection with Via.
Via did not follow him to the planet Mia, but he was left on the Ishtar flagship just in case.
Troll walked to the window, and the room was on the upper level of the tower, higher than most of the minarets in the city.
He stood by the window looking down at the ground, and on top of the sandy golden ground, there were large and small minarets.
The sky is always bright and hot, even if the sun goes down, it is still bright.
This is the second time he has come to this planet.
Seventy to eighty percent of Mia's surface is desert.
The numerous fine rubbles that form a tulle around Mia star absorb the light of the sun, and then emit light, so that the sky of Mia star is full of small but bright light spots at all times, even at night And the day when the sun rises is even more fiery.
Troll bowed his head, and the silver-blue metal ring on his hand followed his mind, and a three-dimensional time emerged.
almost.
He thought, turned and walked to the bed, picked up the military jacket that was thrown there, and put his hand on it.
The white cloak was tilted backwards, wrapped around the shoulders, and then buckled the golden string button on the shoulders.
The wind raised when the cloak was lifted backwards awakened the teenager who was asleep on the bed. After a moment's sleep, Mute opened his eyes and saw Troll who was looking down at the black cuffs of the military jacket. .
As soon as he looked up, the slender danfeng eyes lowered and glanced at him.
"Stay here, don't go out."
The Major General glanced at him and said, then turned to leave.
"Wait, what banquet are you going to now?"
"Ok."
"... Go on your own?"
"Ok."
"No ... I mean, I can't go?"
The young man said that at the banquet or something, it looked very high-grade and very high, and he was very interested to see it.
"Stay here."
Major-General reiterated this sentence once again and had to go.
But after taking a step, he couldn't move. The boy who got up from the bed grabbed his cloak.
Troll frowned.
"let go."
He whispered.
"You can't be so indifferent, go to the banquet alone, don't let me go!"
Mute died dragging Major General's cloak unwilling to let go.
He was really curious about what the banquets of the future would look like. Moreover, he felt that since it was a banquet for the aristocracy, it must be delicious.
Troll stared at Mute.
"what are you going to do?"
The boy spoke for a moment, then immediately found a reason.
Naturally, he can't say that he wanted to go after thinking that there should be a lot of delicious food at the banquet, so he gave reasons that normal men want to attend the banquet.
"I ... I want to dance with those pretty girls, too."
Major General Dan Feng's eyes narrowed, and he became increasingly slender.
"You like men," he said.
Mute: "..............."
Can't refute.
The boy quietly let go of his hand, silently watching the Major General's back, and silently crawled down from the bed and sat by the window watching the bright sky that was said to be night.
He looked up, looking at the sky forty-five degrees brightly and sadly.
So, why did I say I like men at the beginning!
He was silently stuffed here, knocking on the door.
Mute shouted in, the door opened, and a young man dressed as a waiter came in.
The fitted clothes outline the young man's slender and tall body, and the buttons on the neckline are slightly open, revealing a half-clavicle arc.
He walked over to Mute, leaned slightly, and brought the drinks and snacks on the plate to Mute.
He bent down, more and more sketching the beautiful waist curve and the sharp hip line.
Because he leaned over, the neckline of the chest clothes was more open, the small and strong chest muscles were exposed in front of Mute, the honey-colored skin was firm and smooth, and it was inexplicable at first glance.
The young waiter tilted his head slightly, his curls were scattered, and a pair of peach eyes looked slightly obliquely at the teenager. The bottom of his eyes blinked slightly, and the thick eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. , Against the wave of light at the bottom of the eyes, people's throat tightened.
Why does this person blink so often that he doesn't feel well?
Mute was sipping a drink dipped in ice while watching the waiter who was sending Qiu Bo secretly to him.
Why is he watching me lick my lips?
Uh ... licked again.
The boy thought for a while and suddenly realized that he raised his hand and passed a small piece of dessert from the small white porcelain plate.
"Just eat it."
He said very thoughtfully.
A waiter who is trying his best to distribute attractive male hormones: "……………………"
On the consequences of using beautiful men's schemes on a teenager who claims to like men but is actually innocent.