Chapter 21:

It's only a few days before the birthday of the family master who rules this galaxy. The banquet tonight is just a warm-up to entertain guests who have arrived.
In order not to make the guests feel bored while waiting, various large and small banquets have been held in these days, whether day or night.
Most of the small banquets invited guests from the same circle or similar identities to meet in different banquet halls, but the banquet tonight was hosted by Bayat, the only son of the old marquis. So naturally, as long as the guests who have arrived in Mia Star must give this future Mia family owner face to attend a large banquet tonight.
The white embroidery embroidered with golden silk threads reflects the lights at the banquet, and the jewelry on it is bright pearly.
The long table over a dozen meters is covered with snow-white tulle, and the lace edges are layered, exquisite and gorgeous. The snow-white porcelain plate is decorated with fragrant cuisine like art, and the surrounding area is filled with bright red or orange yellow and light green liquid. The colored glass is decorated like a flower on the long table.
The finely carved golden wall decoration hangs on a light yellow cylinder. The light yellow layer on the cylinder flashes a small fluorescent light, which makes the golden wall decoration brighter.
At the four corners of the banquet hall, the flames in the huge white stone fireplace were burning, and the partitions carved by the dark wooden bars became more and more quaint.
The upper class aristocrats nowadays respect the retro style, whether it is clothing or other, the more they go back to ancient times, the more they can show the style and taste of an aristocracy.
The guests were very satisfied in this retro-style banquet hall. The men were dressed in Chinese clothes, holding wine glasses, and staggered.
Beautiful women, dressed in exquisite dresses and gowns, complicated hair, and gorgeous jewelry, gathered together in pairs and laughed softly.
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If Mute were to see this so-called retro style, he would twitch the corner of his mouth and give such a comment.
You must know that there are too many different periods on the earth, ancient century, middle century, modern times, etc., and each major period is divided into different hour periods. Even in the hour period, the buildings and clothing styles are all different. very big difference.
The so-called retro style of the nobles in the interstellar now ... this is a hodgepodge of different century styles on earth.
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However, considering the loss of earth civilization, and tens of thousands of years away from now.
It is not impossible for the history of the earth to be unified into an ancient period.
It's just that Mute is not here right now, and naturally it is impossible to utter these so-called retro styles of the earth.
Now, in this magnificent banquet hall, the beautiful-looking women gather together in twos and threes, whispering and laughing, and most of their eyes fall on the young major general who is rare in the banquet.
As everyone knows, the host of ‘Ishtar’ is not social, and his figure rarely appears at banquets.
So, this time, this rare figure appeared at the Marquis's banquet, which was also a surprise to many women.
In addition to the video, it is rare to have the opportunity to watch the youngest major general in the history of the empire so closely. It is natural to take a good look, and then go back and show off to the unsuccessful girlfriends.
The youngest major general in Empire history.
Well known.
However, there is another name that is also well known, but no one speaks it out, just a tacit understanding.
The most beautiful major general of the Empire ever.
No one who has met Troll can refute this sentence, and even the person who hates Troll can only hate to say a small white face and then return.
The young major general quietly sat on the dark yellow sofa on the side of the lanai near the floor-to-ceiling window in the banquet hall.
He did not wear a gorgeous gown, but was still only an imperial military uniform with a silver pattern on a black background.
The only decoration on his body was the golden fringed shoulder decoration on the shoulder of the Imperial uniform, which symbolized the major general's identity.
Wrapped in lacquered black leggings, a pair of long legs appeared to be slender, and the silver metal buttons on the lacquered military boots reflected the cold arc.
Even the down of a swan is not as soft as that of youngsters. The silky black hair is soft and soft. It seems as if you can hear the snoring hair shimmering in the light and scattered on the major general's cheek to line the skin More and more white.
Ice muscle jade bone.
This word, which was supposed to be used only on a beautiful girl, had no offense in the body of this major general.
Partial birth, falling on the major general will not have a little weak or feminine feeling.
On the contrary, no matter how the five big and three so-called so-called manly men, standing in front of this young major general will be weak.
He seemed to have a spirit and pressure from his bones.
He just sat there, and that momentum had overwhelmed anyone who wanted to be near him.
"BoSS, there are so many lovely girls, don't keep your face tight."
The red-haired major leaned towards his boss, who had an invisible partition, and laughed.
He looked up for a week and blinked at a beautiful aristocratic girl who was looking over here.
The girl glanced at him, smiled politely, and then set her gaze on Major-General's black hair next to Robin again. When she looked at Robin a moment ago, her eyes lightened, and she stared at Tro Let go.
Robin snorted and gave up his plan to hook up with other beauties.
Standing beside his BoSS, he still expects to be a girl?
He was standing beside BoSS, drinking and starting to think about it.
"Speaking of BoSS, I have said it many times. My team is called Demon Slayer, so every time you call me to attack, you should call 'Slayer of Demon Slayer'." Don't you think it's boring when the 'annihilation fleet' strikes! "
The cold face of Major General Troll lost all the light in the corner of His Excellency to his subordinate who had no cure in the late stage of the second disease.
"BoSS, if you don't like not to shout, but you still think about our team equipment?"
I did not feel that my BoSS didn't want to talk to my red-haired major.
"At least, how about upgrading the railgun?"
He froze halfway, and suddenly Yuguang in the corner of his eyes caught a figure coming to this side, instantly converging the look of the hippie smile on his face, shutting his mouth and standing quietly beside BoSS in his house.
The young major general raised his head slightly, and the dark blue pupil reflected the figure walking towards him.
The man, who appeared to be gentle and elegant in an elegant dress, smiled at him, politely raised his wine glass in his hand, and handed another glass of cyan wine.
"Don't drink a bit? Major-General Troll."
The successor of the Miya family said with a smile.
"If it doesn't suit your taste, you can tell the attendant to remake it for you."
The pupils, like dark blue glass beads stained with ink stains, reflected the wine glass handed to them, and the pupil of the black-haired general glowed a cooler shimmer than the crystal clear glass.
Then he stood up and took the wine glass.
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The handsome waiter who tried his best to distribute male hormones felt a little stuffed.
Although he did not expect to be able to hook up with the target person in such a simple way, what happened to the target person's indifferent response?
The waiter could see that the teenager's disregard for himself was not a pretense, but that he really had no interest in himself.
... I'm afraid this person is more interested in pastry than himself.
Having arrived at this disturbing fact, the waiter decisively chose to implement the second option.
Instead of making any seductive or suggestive moves, he smiled politely at Mute, bowed, and turned away.
Before leaving, he took a look at the incense cage in the corner of the house and saw that there was not much incense liquid in it, so he added some more.
The waiter opened the door and left, following the command of Major General Troll, the young soldier at the door glanced at him, and then looked at the young man in the room without any strangeness, and nodded to let him go.
The door closed again.
A faint scent of incense lingers in the room. It is not strong, light, shallow, if not scattered.
Mute, who was sitting in a soft chair by the window, looked at the rare bright night sky that glowed like daylight, perhaps because she was full and just drowsy.
He lazily nestled in a soft chair, too lazy to get up, and fell asleep like this, and fell asleep.
After a while, the room was quiet, and there was only the shallow breathing sound of the teenager.
Silently, the door of the closet suddenly opened.
There was a man in the closet that was empty and was just for decoration. His movements were light, and there was almost no movement near Mute.
The boy nestled in a soft chair, tilted his head, and slept heavily.
A hand slowly stretched towards him.
The light from the side came over, pulling the shadow of the man who appeared in the room long, and fell on the boy who was a bit childish, and almost covered him in the dark shadow.
Countless thin lines of white light extend from the metal ring on the man's wrist, like a spider silk about to capture prey, lingering a little towards the sleeping teenager.
The light filaments wrapped around his slender neck, his horns, and penetrated into his skin.
...
The teenager who knew nothing about it was still asleep.
On the right hand wrist of the boy, a silver-blue metal ring suddenly passed a shallow shimmer.
It was hidden under the cuffs of military uniforms, and no one saw the flash of glimmer.
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The dark-brown curly man kept a decent smile and raised his toast as a gesture of respect.
He took a sip of red wine, and glanced from the corner of his eye to the quaint hourglass timer in the lobby, roughly estimating the time.
The people he sent were almost ready.
I can only take advantage of this gap out of Troll to let others see it. Then you can only faint the little ghost with Mixiang, and then take the opportunity to find the message while he is confused.
Moreover, you can go a step further and bury special hypnotic instructions in that young man's spirit to trigger them at a critical time.
The incense is specially made, it only makes people feel like they have a nightmare in a confused way, leaving no memory, as for any bad sequelae to teenagers, of course, Bayat does not Would care.
And the effect of that incense is very short. After Troll returned, the effect of that incense has also disappeared, so naturally there is nothing wrong with it.
Thinking so proudly in his heart, Bayat took another sip of wine.
He looked at the young major general who also held up the glass, as if to drink.
However, just a moment before the pale, thin lips touched the transparent glass, they suddenly pressed hard.
Bayat only felt that the atmosphere around him suddenly changed. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the sudden sense of oppression made him involuntarily hold his breath for a second.
The wine glass that touched the lips of the young major general the next second was put aside, a crackling sound, and a crack meandering at the bottom of the wine glass.
When Beat reacted, he had no time to see the back of Major General Troll who quickly turned away.
He stared at the back with a shadow under his eyes
Exposed.
He stared at a blue light passing through the sleeve of the uniform of Major General Troll's right hand, thinking secretly.
Actually gave the private information ring to that little guy half ...
It seems that this guy paid much more attention to the boy named Mute than he thought ...
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The rapid footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and Robin was almost running to catch up with his BoSS.
"What's wrong, BoSS?"
As soon as he looked up, he saw the horribly cold side of his BoSS.
"Someone wants to force a mental harmony."
The voice of Major General Black Hair was also extremely cold.
Robin's pupils freeze suddenly.
He naturally knew who his boss was talking about.
A fierce look came into his eyes.
He was left in the room in order to protect the child, but did not expect to be bored.
Forcibly coherently-
The mental protection that tears the surface is forcibly entered into the other's private spiritual realm—
The tortured spirit suffers more pain than physical harm--
It was naked mental rape!