Interstellar plane.
A blond, blue-eyed man was handling official business in his study when there was a knock on the door.
The man frowned in displeasure and uttered a single word: "Go in."
The next second, a man in a silver military uniform walked in carrying a plate:
"Marshal, this was just delivered by our men. They said it's a fresh variety of apple, something like that. Would you like to try some?"
The man sitting there, referred to as Marshal, was named Maurice. After hearing his adjutant's words, he showed some interest in the fruit Maurice was holding: "It does look quite good. Should we eat this directly?"
Seeing that the marshal was interested in the apple, the adjutant quickly and respectfully handed the plate to the marshal: "It is said that you can eat it without peeling it, or you can peel it first. Would you like me to peel one for you?"
“No need to be so particular,” Morris said, picking up an apple and taking a big bite, instantly emptying a third of the apple.
The fresh juice burst in his mouth, sweet and delicious. Morris's blue eyes lit up, and he finished the apple in just a few bites.
Morris, as an Imperial Marshal, has a little-known secret: he has a sweet tooth and even prefers sweet-tasting nutrient solutions.
This little hobby is harmless, but it somewhat affects his dignified image, so few people know this little secret except for his close friends and family.
Seeing that the marshal was about to eat the apple core, the adjutant quickly stopped him: "Marshal, you can't eat the core."
"Cough... Why didn't you say so earlier?" The marshal spat out the apple core he had just put in his mouth and glanced awkwardly at his adjutant.
The adjutant apologized with a forced smile: "I just didn't have time to say it. But it's not a big deal to eat it, it's just that it doesn't taste very good."
As the marshal's first adjutant, he was responsible for strictly controlling the food served to the marshal. When the servants brought the apples over, the adjutant had already tried one. Unfortunately, he ate too quickly and swallowed the apple core as well, which is why he knew the apple core didn't taste good.
"Alright, this apple does taste pretty good. Which planet sent it from?" Morris asked casually.
There are countless planets in the universe, and many of them have their own unique products. Morris subconsciously assumed that apples were a specialty of some remote planet.
The adjutant had already guessed that the marshal would like the apple, so he inquired carefully about its origin and learned that it had been bought from a man named Karl.
"It just so happens that the fruit seller is on the main planet. If the Marshal likes to eat fruit, I will have someone buy more for him later."
Morris nodded nonchalantly: "You handle it. Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go now. I have official business to attend to."
"Yes, Marshal," the adjutant saluted Maurice and quickly left the study.
After the adjutant left, Morris couldn't resist reaching for the apples on the table, and in no time, he had eaten all four remaining apples.
"Tsk, the taste is good, but it's a pity there's not enough," Morris said, still wanting more.
After the adjutant left the study, he immediately sent his men to buy apples, but after waiting for a long time, the men returned empty-handed.
"Reporting to the adjutant, that man said there are no apples left and it will take a few days for them to arrive."
Upon hearing this, the adjutant's face darkened immediately: "What do you mean by 'a few days'? How can you not even handle such a small matter? Which planet did that person pick the apples from? Just arrange for a starship to transport a batch back."
The subordinate glanced at the adjutant with some surprise. Was it really necessary to send a starship over just to transport an apple? Wasn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?
However, he dared not question his adjutant's orders and replied respectfully, "Yes, sir, I will go immediately."
"Go, and hurry up," the adjutant waved for the others to leave.
Having served the marshal for over a decade, how could he not see that the marshal really enjoyed eating this apple? Anything concerning the marshal was of utmost importance, and since the marshal liked apples, he had to buy them for him immediately.
On the other hand, Carl hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem and didn't care after sending the person who was going to buy apples away.
Not long after, the man returned and even arranged for a starship to be sent by him to transport apples.
Karl panicked immediately. Where was he going to get the apples? He couldn't very well take people to the interstellar military academy to look for his son.
Seeing Karl's stammering manner, the soldier snorted coldly: "This is Lieutenant Caesar's order. The fact that the lieutenant is willing to buy your fruit is a sign of respect. What do you mean by making excuses?"
“Adjutant Caesar?” Karl murmured. Everyone knew Caesar’s name; he was the first adjutant to the Imperial Marshal.
"Stop dawdling and get ready to leave. You can't afford to take responsibility if you anger the adjutant," the soldier urged impatiently.
Karl's forehead was covered in cold sweat: "I... I don't have any apples... I don't have any apples left."
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier's sharp gaze pierced his face like a knife: "That's all? I advise you not to try anything funny. If I find out you're lying to me, you won't want to know the consequences."
"No more, really no more," Carl insisted, firmly stating that there were no more apples.
Even if he contacted Gleck at this point, it would be too late, and he might even drag Gleck down with him. It would be better to just say that Apple was gone, and at worst, he would never sell Apple again.
The soldier looked at Karl with some skepticism. Their army had strict regulations against attacking interstellar citizens without reason, so even if he thought Karl was lying, there was nothing he could do about it.
When the adjutant saw his subordinate return empty-handed again, he could no longer contain his anger: "Are you an idiot? You couldn't even buy some apples? With this kind of competence, who would dare send you to the battlefield?"
"Reporting, adjutant," the soldier said, recounting all the information he had gathered.
He couldn't possibly be a complete idiot to work under an adjutant. Seeing Karl's hesitant manner, I knew there was definitely something wrong. After leaving Karl's house, I immediately went to investigate.
The investigation uncovered something interesting: the fruit sold by the Carl family had no traceable origin, as if it had appeared out of thin air.
"Are you sure?" the adjutant asked the soldier suspiciously.
This is ridiculous! It just appeared out of thin air! This is too fantastical. Is this some kind of interstellar movie?
The soldier felt uneasy under the adjutant's gaze. He closed his eyes briefly and then said firmly, "I am certain that the fruit belonging to the Karl family appeared out of thin air."
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