Lanhuadis 10

Third Military Region.

The commander-in-chief's tent.

Xierting drew aside the curtains and looked at the dimming sky outside. It was almost dark and he had not slept for another day.

The soldiers who had been sleeping during the day have begun to go to the training ground in an orderly manner.

Xierting: "When will he come back?"

Carlos's lieutenant behind him sweated slightly. "The coach said we'll be there by nine."

Xierting had a somewhat worn military uniform draped over his shoulders, and black overalls with tight legs on his lower body. The collar of his shirt was open, and he leaned against the edge of the curtain like a boneless person, looking lazy.

He had an androgynous beauty, with narrow eyes, black pupils and waist-length hair. He held a cheap cigarette between his pale fingertips, and a misty look in his eyes, like the endless rain under the gloomy sky.

The whole person's temperament is gloomy and evil.

"That's better," he sneered, turned around and went back to the tent, then threw his military uniform on the desk and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

Xierting said coldly: "Something happened."

"This isn't the front line. There's no risk if the coach leaves for a day or two. If he hadn't left because of Xiao Qi, with his dog-calling attitude, I wouldn't have given him the face to come back and let him look after the military region."

Although six years have passed since the Sky Crack, the remaining evil spirits are numerous and have yet to be eliminated. Eldest sister Wendoline is stationed on the front lines, while Carlos is always just a rule-abiding wimp.

After he said that, he spread his wings and left.

There were only two golden royal patterns on the wings, but Carlos's adjutant did not show any surprise.

He just withdrew his hand helplessly and sighed softly.

-

The other side.

The carriage engraved with the family crest was parked near the edge of the Third Army District.

This is a dense forest with sharp black branches pointing to the night sky. Below, there are thorns, heavy shadows from the trees, bats hanging upside down, and carriages cannot pass through.

Carlos came out of the carriage carrying a small house.

By the way, he took the eggshell powder and tableware prepared by Niemansen for the cubs today, just in case Xiaoqi suddenly felt hungry.

There are crystals at the bottom of the carriage that can accelerate it. Although it is slower than their normal flight, it is labor-saving and stable enough, and it is a symbol of power and wealth.

Only the royal family has enough financial resources to use modified carriages for transportation.

It is now eight o'clock in the evening, and there is still an hour before the agreed time to arrive at the army, which is plenty of time.

Carlos knocked lightly on the roof of the small house. The bedroom window in the small house was pushed open from the inside. Ning Ren poked his little head out and said, "Ahh."

arrive?

Carlos: "Well, here we are."

Dorothea returned to the laboratory. The smell there was unpleasant and there were too many corrosive substances. It was not suitable for the cubs to follow. In comparison, the military area was very safe.

After considering it for a long time, he decided to bring Xiaoqi out and let Xiaoqi work with him.

Before implementing this plan, he deliberately discussed it with Xiao Qi, but the cub responded to him with "ah ah", and seemed quite serious, but it was not known whether he really understood it.

Carlos took the cub out of the castle for a walk, and only made up his mind after confirming that Xiaoqi was not afraid of the environment outside.

"Xiao Qi, do you want to stay in your brother's pocket or in the little house?"

He was afraid that the cub didn't understand, so he took the cub out and put it close to his pocket, "In the pocket," and then close to the little house, "In the bedroom," and let the cub choose for himself.

Ning Ren wanted to say that he understood, but he could only yawn and retreat back to the bedroom. Although he really wanted to sleep in his second brother's pocket again.

But when he felt sleepy, he would become even sleepier when he got closer to his second brother. He didn't want to sleep yet, so he would go to his second brother's pocket when he wanted to sleep.

The cub lay by the window, feeling the air outside.

Carlos's eyes warmed.

I don't know where I saw it from, but I came to the conclusion: Xiaoqi is very dependent on him.

However, probably because of his blindness, Xiaoqi's sleep and sleep schedule is reversed. Even though he should be full of energy at night, he falls asleep around nine or ten o'clock.

He carried the small house, spread his wings, and flew quickly across the forest.

…

After arriving at the military zone of the Third Army.

Carlos was carrying a soft and cute little house that was totally inconsistent with his temperament, and was subjected to countless strange gazes, both openly and covertly.

"Your Highness!"

"Commander!"

Carlos's demeanor was different from when he was at home. There was no trace of relaxation between his brows, and his temperament was much colder and harder.

Only after he left did the soldiers dare to discuss it in low voices of curiosity.

"What is that, His Highness Carlos?"

"Ah... I heard that His Highness came home because his little brother had just hatched. So is this a gift for the little prince?"

"I guess so."

"I wonder what lineage the young prince is."

"The late king said it was most likely eight lines, but I heard rumors that the young prince doesn't seem to be in good health..."

This is the edge of the military area. When Xierting passed by here, he just heard these whispers.

"Is the young prince not feeling well?" He suddenly spoke, startling the soldiers who were discussing in a low voice.

A soldier who looked like a junior officer got angry and said on the spot: "Who are you? Don't you know that smoking is not allowed in the military area? Who is it...?" The soldier's mouth was covered by the soldier next to him.

The soldier covered his companion's mouth tightly. He obviously knew Xierting and was sweating coldly at this moment: "I'm sorry, you..."

Xilting: "Just tell me what I ask you."

"Yes!" the soldier whispered. "Commander Carlos rarely asks for leave. Rumor has it that the little prince has been in the eggshell for too long, so his health isn't great. It's all gossip, and we... heard it too."

They don’t know who spread the news or whether it is true or false.

Xierting didn't make things difficult for them. He frowned and turned back.

He just needs to verify whether it is true or not.

Long after he left, the soldier whose mouth was covered said angrily: "What is the identity of that person just now? You have such an attitude."

"Alas," the soldier recounted a story from the past.

"After the late king foresaw the coming of the Sky Crack, he began training twelve powerful armies. Because life and death were unpredictable at the time, no one dared to lead the charge. It was the late king's eldest daughter, Wendulin, who took the lead and led the First Army, which is now the most powerful army in our Lanhuadis."

The remaining anger on the face of the soldier whose mouth was covered disappeared, and he sighed: "Anyone who stands up in times of crisis deserves admiration."

"Later, the Second Prince Carlos commanded the Second Army, while the Third Prince Xiercheng and the Fourth Prince Xierting, twin brothers, commanded the Third and Fourth Armies, respectively."

"Her Highness Dorothea, who was still underage at the time, didn't lead any troops, but she developed a weapon of mass destruction called the Moonfall that could be combined with the Blood Burning Technique. This weapon was said to be very dangerous. It was discovered by Her Highness Carlos and used for his own purposes, but we haven't heard of this weapon since..."

"Oh, that's getting off topic."

The soldier pointed to the Third Army behind him and said, "The current Third Army is the result of the integration of the Second, Third, and Fourth Armies after the Tiancrack was completed."

The soldier nodded.

The casualties were so severe at the time that military integration was inevitable. However, he was curious: "Now that His Highness Carlos is the commander-in-chief, why is it called the Second Army instead of the Third Army?"

"Because the commander of the Third Army at the time, His Highness Xiercheng, died unexpectedly. The reorganized army is still called the Third Army as a commemoration."

"After the Third Prince's death, His Highness Carlos and His Highness Celtin had a huge argument. Since then, His Highness Celtin has left the army and never appeared in a formal setting again. No one knows what he does."

The warrior nudged his lips and said, "The one you just saw was His Highness Xierting."

A few days ago, His Highness Carlos transferred some of his elite troops and asked His Highness Xierting to come back and watch over the situation. Now, just as Carlos returned, His Highness Xierting left.

Really...

-

Ning Ren listened to the system's description of the scene outside in his mind and tried hard to imagine it in his head.

Because I came to a new environment, my spirit was stimulated by the environment, so I didn’t feel so sleepy for a while.

He secretly opened a crack in the window and smelled the smell outside which was different from that at home, stimulating, strange and cold.

Carlos drew aside the curtain and walked in.

Only the adjutant was inside the tent: "Commander-in-chief, you're back."

Carlos immediately spotted Xierting's old military uniform lying on the desk. "Where is he?"

Adjutant: "Uh... I've been gone for a while."

Carlos stopped asking questions. He put the little house on the table without saying a word and sat on the chair.

Just when the adjutant thought Carlos would be angry, the young man with bloodshot eyes suddenly spoke in a gentle and low voice, facing the small house: "Xiao Qi?"

adjutant:"???"

His eyes widened, thinking that his eyes and ears had gone crazy, to see the commander talking to a toy house like this!

The window of the house moved, and a small head with eyes covered with red silk poked out.

The adjutant heard a soft, childish sound: "Ah."

It's a cub!

Why is it so small?

Carlos: "We're here. I'll put you on the table and I'll work in the tent. Call me when you're hungry and sleep when you're tired." Xiaoqi is usually very quiet. In fact, apart from the fact that he's difficult to raise, he's very easy to take care of.

After hearing this, the cub walked out of his little house and put his bare feet on his brother's desk, as if he was inspecting his new territory.

The desk was very wide, with documents, seals and ink pads placed on it.

The adjutant took two seconds to react, and from Carlos's way of addressing the cub, he understood. It seemed that this cub was the little prince, and he was even wearing an eye patch... Then the rumors that the little prince was weak were true.

This cub is so small that it makes people feel sorry for it.

The adjutant thought of his own daughter jumping up and down and dancing on her father's head. While he was feeling thankful that his own child was healthy, he couldn't help but envy the little prince.

So good.

The good little cub stepped on the ink pad with one foot.

The adjutant's kind expression suddenly became distorted. That was a priceless ink pad that only a small piece was given to each tent every year. "Your Highness, stop! ! ! ! "

"Huh?" Ning Ren tilted his head.

The touch is great!

The cub showed great interest. After stepping on something with one foot, it seemed that it wanted to step on it again and raised its head as if asking for advice.

The adjutant took a deep breath: "Commander..."

Carlos smiled and said, "Play with it. It's not anything valuable."

The adjutant was stuck.

Carlos looked up: "It's okay, Xiaoqi likes it. If it's not enough, I can make up for it."

Adjutant: Okay.

After stepping on the ink, the bright red mark was left on the soles of the cub's feet. As he inspected his "new territory", the entire table was covered with his small footprints.

He even accidentally left one on the back of his second brother's hand.

"Ahh." The cub apologized.

Carlos studied the little footprint mark on the back of his right hand for a moment, then raised it and looked at his adjutant.

The adjutant immediately said, "Although the ink is made of a special material that is difficult to wash off, I can find a way to remove it for you right away..."

"no."

The adjutant didn't react: "What?"

Carlos mused, "Don't you think these feet are cute?"

adjutant:"……!"

adjutant:"??!"

The adjutant was shocked.

Before he could even try to formulate a professional response to his boss' sudden change of tone, Carlos said to himself, "It's small, but very cute."

"Don't you have a daughter? She's said to be very naughty."

Adjutant: “…Yes, somewhat.”

Why are you asking this!

Carlos: "My little Qi is very well-behaved."

adjutant:"…………"

Carlos: "Oh, by the way, Xiao Qi is also very smart and loves to be clean. He can wipe his mouth by himself, wipe his face with a wet cloth, wipe his mouth, wipe--"

“Ahhh!”

Ning Ren tried to cover his brother's mouth and tried to express angry protest in his childish voice!

Enough, brother! Don't tell me everything! Children have the right to privacy too!

Carlos didn't understand, but he stopped showing off and paused: "Are you sleepy?"

Ning Ren turned around in grief and anger and walked towards his house.

“…” Carlos silently moved the house in front of his brother, watched the cub crawl in and lie on the bed, then closed the door for the cub.

I don’t know where his brother got the confidence from, he just kept walking forward, and every time he went in the opposite direction.

At first, he helped to pick up the cub and turn his brother around, but later he just moved the house directly.

The military tent fell silent. After Carlos confirmed that there were no dangerous items on the desk, he raised his hand and set up a mental barrier that covered the entire desk surface.

Make sure that even if the cub wakes up, it can only move on the table and will not fall off.

He stood in the middle of the tent, his back to the table, discussing things with his adjutant. Other officers came into the tent from time to time.

Ning Ren was feeling sleepy on the desk. He wanted to sleep in his second brother's pocket, so he walked out of the small room, not forgetting his good habit of closing the door.

System: "Second brother is not at the table, but there is a military uniform on the table. I wonder if it belongs to your second brother."

Ning Ren, under the command of the system, touched the left pocket of the military uniform on the table and felt the special reassuring smell belonging to a brother or sister. He whispered as he reached into the pocket, "It's my brother."

That's good.

The system breathed a sigh of relief.