Take a sharp turn downward

Although everyone around him didn't like Lyle, Caesar persisted in teaching him combat and mecha operation. When Lyle expressed an interest in the profession of fabricator, Caesar personally taught Lyle how to use mental threads to lay energy, how to design mecha parts, and the properties and uses of various basic materials. Lyle lived up to Caesar's teachings and studied very diligently, which pleased Caesar and made him even more willing to teach Lyle.

"Today, we're going to have a practical class." Caesar held a small energy converter in his hand. "Let's start with the simplest one."

Lyle sat upright, his hands on his knees, his back straight, his eyes looking straight at Caesar, like a primary school student listening attentively to a class. Caesar couldn't help laughing at the sight.

"What is this?" Lyle's eyes fell on the converter in Caesar's hand. "Should I learn how to make it?"

Caesar nodded. "With more practice using my method, you can create an energy converter with a loss rate of less than 10%. When you arrive on Wenxing and live independently, if you can't find a suitable job, you can definitely live a good life with the profits from making and selling this."

A strange light flashed in Lyle's eyes. No wonder this thing looked so familiar. Wasn't this the energy converter that the owner had bought at the auction for a huge sum of 400,000 gold coins, with a loss rate of only about 9%?

Unable to figure out the core energy source, the owner attempted to contact the seller, hoping to hire the master behind the seller for guidance, but was unsuccessful. Who would have thought that the energy converter that caused such a sensation would be created by a blue beast?!

"Lyle...Lyle?" Caesar's call brought Lyle back to his senses. He looked up and saw Caesar's stern expression.

"Distracting yourself is not a good habit. The most taboo thing for a manufacturer is distraction." Caesar reached out and patted Lyle's head symbolically. "Don't do it again."

"Yes." Lyle shrank back and quickly sat up straight.

This practical teaching lasted a whole day. Except for taking time for a quick lunch, neither of them rested. Unfortunately, until eight o'clock in the evening, Lyle still had not successfully made an energy converter.

He held Caesar's finished product with a sad face and said dejectedly, "Cisar, am I really useless? Whether it's fighting, mecha operation, or manufacturing, I can't do any of them successfully."

This is also what Caesar is puzzled about. As a Blue Star person, Lyle's mental power is also very huge and powerful. Logically speaking, he should be more advantaged than the interstellar people in these aspects. Why has Lyle made no progress in any aspect?

Perhaps he was too impatient and had given Lyle too much information. Caesar reflected for a moment and gave Lyle a reassuring smile. "It's okay, it's okay. You've been very serious. With more practice, you'll definitely succeed."

After saying that, he touched his flat stomach and said with a smile, "You are hungry too, right? Come on, I'll cook something delicious."

The two walked out of the studio and just as they opened the door, Caesar was met with a face full of resentment.

"...Move aside." Caesar said to Moss, who was as steady as a rock.

Moss crossed his arms across his chest, standing still. His cold gaze passed through Caesar and locked onto Lyle. There was a chill in his eyes, which made Lyle shrink back and hide behind Caesar.

Caesar frowned, too lazy to argue with Moss, and walked around. Lyle moved cautiously, and when he passed by Moss, Moss let out a "huh" that frightened him so much that his whole body shuddered.

"Cisely," Lyle asked quietly while eating the delicious food made by Caesar, "I...I have something I've wanted to ask for a long time."

"Just ask." Caesar has always been tolerant of Lyle.

"The United Interstellar is looking for you. Is it dangerous for you here?" Lyle said with a worried look on his face. "They can take you away at any time."

"It's okay." Because of Lyle's concern, Caesar's heart warmed. He took a sip of porridge and replied, "Don't worry, the United Interstellar won't dare to arrest me casually."

"Huh?" Lyle looked confused. "Why?"

"Simply put, I have leverage over them." Caesar didn't want to tell Lerdo. "Anyway, just stay here and don't worry. I'll definitely have a chance to get you off Mantu in the future."

Caesar handed over all the evidence he had taken at the Wuke R&D base to Moss. Caesar himself was reluctant to recall the contents of the evidence.

Seeing that Caesar had no intention of explaining further, Lyle did not ask any further questions and obediently lowered his head to drink his porridge and eat his vegetables.

Two days later, in the evening, Moss brought back good news.

"Surveillance at the ports of Mantu has been relaxed." He walked in dusty and said as he took off his coat, "I've made arrangements. I can send him away tomorrow."

This "he" naturally refers to Lyle.

Lyle was stunned. Before he could say anything, Caesar showed a surprised expression. "That's great." He turned to Lyle and said, "Lyle, tomorrow you can go to Wenxing, change your appearance, and become a free man."

Lyle also smiled, tears glistening in his eyes. "Yes, that's great, Caesar, Mr. Moss, thank you."

Even though Moss couldn't stand Lyle, seeing him off tomorrow was a relief. Moss was in a good mood, rarely refusing to be harsh with Lyle. "We're leaving at four in the morning, so pack your bags before you go... Try not to bring too much. Someone will make arrangements once we get to Wenxing."

Lyle nodded obediently and looked at Caesar with hope, "Then, then Caesar, you..."

"He's not leaving." Moss saw what Lyle meant, and the resentment that had finally subsided surged again. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Even if Caesar goes to Wenxing in the future, he's not the same kind of person as you. Stop pestering him."

Caesar glanced at Moss coldly and asked, "When did you have the power to make decisions for me?"

"I..." Moss choked, clenched his fists, but couldn't say anything to refute.

Seeing that Moss had shut up, Caesar turned back to comfort Lyle, "I can't leave Mantu Star for the time being, but I will go to Wen Star sooner or later. You settle down there and wait for me."

Caesar couldn't leave Mantu until Yu Sheng received word that Weiner had been rescued. Until then, he and Moss had to work together to deceive the United Interstellar. Every time the United Interstellar Council President, Rayleigh, came to negotiate, Moss would deliberately show them Caesar in a cage, giving them the illusion that he was willing to cooperate.

Although disappointed, Lyle nodded obediently. He then made another request, "Then, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Seeing that Lyle was so sensible, Caesar couldn't bear to refuse, especially since it was only for one night. He rubbed Lyle's head and said, "Okay."

The next day, four o'clock in the morning.

Caesar felt his head and limbs sink into the quilt, feeling incredibly heavy. He couldn't help but groan, then remembered that today was Lyle's departure day. He forced himself to open his eyes and climb out of bed.

Lyle was so reluctant to leave him that he couldn't even say goodbye.

There was no one in the bed next to me. It seemed that Lyle had gotten up very early. He must be eager to leave Mantu Star and pursue his own freedom, right?

Caesar couldn't help but smile, that was great.

For some reason, his head was aching badly. He moved his body, but his joints moved slowly as if they were rusted.

Could it be that he was sick? Caesar wondered, these symptoms couldn't be a cold, could they?

Thinking of Lyle, Caesar put his health problems aside and forced himself out of the bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Moss standing outside with an impatient look on his face.

Seeing Caesar coming out, Moss was stunned for a moment, and quickly took a coat to cover Caesar, "The sun hasn't come out yet, don't catch a cold." After that, he said, "Didn't we say we should leave at four o'clock? How long is that Lyle going to stay? What a trouble." If Moss hadn't been afraid of waking up Caesar by forcing his way in, he would have rushed into the bedroom and dragged Lyle out. It was really infuriating.

Hearing Moss's words, Caesar's heart skipped a beat, "That's impossible, Lyle got up a long time ago." The quilt was cold.

Moss was also stunned. He ran into the bedroom, and sure enough, the entire bedroom was empty. His face suddenly became gloomy. Without even having time to talk to Caesar, he ran out of the bedroom and went straight to the monitoring room.

Caesar also had a bad premonition. He was afraid that Lyle had been kidnapped by someone. It would be even worse if it was Duke Nanso's men. He didn't know what kind of danger Lyle would be in.

Returning to the bedroom, Caesar suddenly noticed that the cupboard in the corner seemed to have been opened, revealing a corner of paper.

Caesar walked up quickly and opened the cupboard door. Sure enough, the inside was in a mess, as if it had been robbed by a thief.

Just as Caesar was about to check if he was missing anything, he heard hurried footsteps from behind. Caesar turned around and met Moss's violent eyes.

!

Caesar hadn't seen such a dangerous Moss for a long time, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Realizing that he had frightened Caesar, Moss quickly suppressed his violence, but he still couldn't hide his fury. He clicked on his terminal a few times and said, "I turned the surveillance camera inside, take a look." After that, he pressed the play button, and the image was projected onto the snow-white wall. The picture showed the missing Lyle.

Lyle had already opened his eyes at midnight. He called Caesar twice tentatively and even reached out to push him, but Caesar was sleeping soundly and did not respond.

Caesar frowned. He had always been a light sleeper, and the alertness caused by the environment made him easily awakened. How could he not react at all when Lyle was shouting and pushing?

Moss obviously thought of this as well. He immediately looked at Caesar and asked, "Baby, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Caesar's head still ached slightly until now. He frowned and naturally thought of the glass of water that Lyle handed him before going to bed last night.

Seeing that Caesar didn't say anything, Moss stepped forward and grabbed Caesar's wrist. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll call a doctor for you right away. Lie down on the bed and rest for a while. I'll bring you breakfast!"

Caesar was indeed feeling very heavy. He lay down on the bed and stopped Moss who was about to go to the kitchen. "Let's finish watching the surveillance video first."

So, Caesar watched a theft drama in which Lyle searched his cupboard from top to bottom, finally found a recordable disc, and slipped away from the bedroom.

Even more ironic was that he summoned the mecha that Caesar had assembled for him. Looking at the light green mecha on the screen, then watching Lyle skillfully maneuver it away, Caesar's eyes grew colder, his expression frighteningly solemn.

With a "ding" sound, Caesar's personal doctor arrived.

He quickly examined Caesar with an instrument and frowned. "It's a colorless, odorless SDS drug. Once it enters the body, it will cause coma and severe headaches." He looked at Moss seriously and said, "Mr. Moss, even if you want your pet to rest peacefully, you must not use this drug!"

Moss was inexplicably blamed for something, but he couldn't explain it. He said aggrievedly, "Stop talking nonsense and treat him!"

"There's no cure," the doctor said frankly. "Rest well and you'll be fine in a few days."

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After the doctor left, Moss brought food to Caesar and hurried out, but was stopped by Caesar.

"What do you think Lyle's purpose is?"

Moss narrowed his eyes. "His purpose is obvious. He wants the video footage of the Wood R&D base." The disc he took from Caesar's cupboard contained the video footage of the Wood R&D base that Yu Sheng had filmed earlier. "He's in cahoots with Rayleigh!"

Caesar frowned. "No, how could Rayleigh not have thought that this kind of recordable disk would have a backup? Lyle must have had ulterior motives for taking the video disk, and it was definitely not his own will." Thinking of the word "master" that Lyle often blurted out, an idea flashed through Caesar's mind like lightning, "We've been fooled by Nan Suo!"

"Fuck!" Moss also figured it out. No wonder the rescue was so smooth that day. Lyle took the initiative to run over and asked to live in Moss Palace. It turned out that it was all an act!

It would be a shame not to give Lyle the Interstellar Best Actor Award!

"Nansuo must have heard about the Blue Beast cloning and thought it was profitable. Knowing that you and I have the information developed by Wu Ke, he sent Lyle to steal it!" Moss figured it out, but he couldn't understand Lyle no matter what. "Doesn't he understand that if his master gets the information to study cloning, he will be the first experimental subject!" Obviously, as long as he confessed to Moss and Caesar, he would have the opportunity to gain freedom. Why is he willing to be Nansuo's dog?

Caesar had a cold face and shook his head.

Moss realized that Caesar, who had given his heart and love to Lyle, was the most uncomfortable at this moment.

He gathered the quilt around Caesar and said, "Don't think too much. Have a good rest. I'll take care of the rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Caesar's communicator started ringing frantically, and as soon as it was connected, Haydn's anxious voice was heard.

"What's up with that Lyle?! He's standing next to Nanso, live-broadcasting to the entire galaxy, accusing Moss of kidnapping and imprisoning him!"