Chapter 109 Audience: Don’t dare to learn
At 20:00 on Friday night, there were already viewers waiting in Fit's live broadcast room. Before the live broadcast room was even lit up, it was already ranked first in the real-time reward list in the entertainment area.
A steady stream of new viewers came to the show and were amazed by the host Fate's reward list.
Some of them said: [What the hell? Is your economic system based on game currency? ? This is the first time I’ve seen such a huge difference between the first and second place in the entertainment zone reward list? ? The reward is rising by millions every minute. If you don’t know, you would think that Fit’s live broadcast room is your family bank! Even you are not as good at saving money! ]
[It’s only been a week, and all of Fate’s reward lists have changed except for the number one. Does he have so many true fans? ? ]
Another group of viewers who came earlier: [Some of the characteristics of Fit's live broadcast room are gone. 】
[Not really a fan either. The dozen or so accounts with messy names below the number one are all female accounts of various military corps. So funny! The original author of "Roommate" has a heart of stone. He only favors wasps in the auditions. Fate is famous for not reading private messages. The military corps accounts can only come to the live broadcast room to reward online. Sincerely invite the anchor hahahahahaha]
[Is it true or false? ? ]
【Nonsense, how can the Wasp withstand the pressure from the Hornet now? Since Fate wants to find a legion to cooperate in writing a book, if one Wasp dies, there are still the other nine! Just watch! How will the top ten of tonight's list open up to Fate. 】
【Come and guess for prizes! Which legions are the top ten accounts in the Fate ranking from? The reward is 500,000 gold coins in cash. I’ll post the official link to the Fate website, which has been notarized by StarNet!】
【Hahahahaha fuck, you guys are such a bunch of dogs! 】
The top ten names on the reward list next to the live broadcast room were refreshed every 60 seconds.
1: Standard A567
2: The most harmonious higher species in the universe
3: Tear up the xx alliance
4: Cooperation and quick payment
5: Pure Bone and Blood
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7: Work number
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10: Big female father, look at your little cub who is wandering outside
Comments: [I understand, the third on the list is the Second Legion] [Do I need to guess? Hahaha, you worm, don’t show your emotions too obviously]
【Rank 4, the third place, so funny. 】
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[After looking around, the 10th on the list should be some magnanimous middle-class army with the lowest attitude. ]
[I suspect that No. 7 on the list belongs to the First Army. The entire First Army is a workaholic! ]
[No way? The First Army is so rich, how could it be ranked 7th? Why don't you guess that the No. 1 belongs to the First Army?] [Why do you need to guess that the No. 1 belongs to the First Army?] [Why? Because he spent a lot?] [You can tell by looking at his number. The full name of the standard A567 is the alpha567 series armor. It was first used by the First Army in 1900 and belongs to the iconic classic armor series of the First Army.]
[I always feel that the 5th place on the list is the fourth or eighth army... they have a kind of evil traditional conservative feeling. ]
【absurd.】
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The discussion in the comment section was very heated, and soon another wave of viewers started a new post: [It’s already 20:50, and Fate is not online yet. Are you not planning to do a live broadcast tonight? ]
[Fate and Wasp are in a cooperative relationship. Wasp is suppressed. He may be in contact with the other ten. 】
[The Wasp is really smart. Once the position-changing battle starts, the Big Ten can no longer help the Wasp out of consideration for Fate’s sake.]
【I heard that…】
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20:54 pm.
The lights in Fit's live broadcast room turned on.
The comments section was in turmoil again. The top ten accounts that had been bidding 100,000 or 200,000 yuan for gifts suddenly became like they had drunk star energy oil. They voted for the most expensive live gift, a mechanical battleship x100 or x1000, with dazzling special effects that could blind the audience!
Some comments were full of curses: [You are crazy! ! Spending the military funds here! Do the citizens in your jurisdiction know that you are wasting money like this! ! ! ]
[This wave is the StarNet version of the civil war between the top ten legions! ]
[The Wasp Army sat up at 4 a.m. after watching the video and was glad that they had applied for the replacement battle early. ]
[The number one player is hitting hard, did the number one player open two accounts to play at the same time? ]
20:55.
The pixel man in the live broadcast room walked out from the corner of the video on time, and first said: Good evening.
Then plant new characters as usual:
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It has been three days since the author last interviewed Mr. Milan.
Originally, I planned to interview Mr. Joshua today.
Before leaving, I called Mr. Milan, and Mr. Milan assured me that Mr. Joshua's mental state was stable enough today and he would not behave out of control like he did in the last interview.
Perhaps it has something to do with the profession he was in before retiring, but there is a constant calmness in Mr. Milan's voice, like a thawed stream in spring, cold enough to be a little bit stinging, yet the sound is very soft.
Once Mr. Milan gave his assurance, I went there without hesitation.]
[I understand. Now I’ll open the refrigerator and look for a meal replacement.]
[Fate finally found a bug! The military doctor has a shitty calm voice! He screams like a ghost!]
On the other side of StarNet, Anushka liked the comment.
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Mr. Joshua was in high spirits today. Mr. Milan led him to the living room. I guess Mr. Joshua didn't like seeing me.
Mr. Milan took his hand and shook it gently, and Mr. Joshua, with a blank expression on his face, gave the author a polite smile.
The interview will begin soon, and the author will record it from Mr. Joshua's first-person perspective.
Recording time: The first time Joshua Warsaw met Milan in his memory, which was the beginning of a million rebirths.]
[First encounter world! The life in which Joshko died as the Queen of Milan! Damn! Exciting! Fate actually dared to write about the first encounter world in detail! ]
【The Court: Come out and work immediately.】
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Milan, who lived in the Black Tower, gave me too strong an emotional impact. I jumped out of the tower that night, but I couldn't really escape the restless hormones in my bones and blood.
In some of the subsequent times when I was reborn, I hated myself that night. Why did I stay in the family land? Why didn't I leave at night? Why didn't I just shoot that bullet into Milan's chest? Why did I let my imagination send Milan into my mind, allowing him to become the ruler of my mind over the long years and take root there.
But I didn’t know what would happen in the future, so that night, I stayed in the family land and rested in my room.
I jumped into so many black holes in succession that my body was completely stretched to its limit and I fell asleep as soon as I touched the bed.
I came back because of my brother Joshua's death. My mind was first burned by anger, then worn down by physical fatigue, and then severely hit by Milan. Finally, it fell into a dream and became the 15-year-old me in my adolescence.
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In my teenage dreams, Milan did not marry my brother Choshko, and he became a male insect the same age as me, from a family that had been friends with mine for generations. I met him when I was 15, and I shook his hand, and he introduced himself with a very faint smile, just like... just like when I saw him in the tower.
Fifteen-year-old Milan asked me: Joshua, why are you sweating?
At 15, I said: I did something wrong.
Milan, 15, said: Is this a serious mistake?
I said: It’s very serious, but maybe if I were stronger, the serious consequences could be reversed.
15-year-old Milan said: Okay, I wish you all the best.
I nodded to him and he disappeared with a smile.
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I woke up from my dream and a servant knocked on the door. He brought in breakfast and told me that there was a family visitor from Milan and they wanted to take Milan back from Warsaw today.
I thought I was still asleep.
The servants who stayed behind in the family land were all servants of my brother Joshko. They knew more about the inside story and had a strong sense of family honor, so they whispered to me that once Milan's family took Lord Milan back, they would re-marry with other legion families.
I vaguely remembered that Milan's family seemed to be a core family of some alliance. In recent years, the alliance has been deeply exploring the star sea, and they are in great need of military support from the military group.
I quickly came to my senses, a surge of rage rising in my heart.
It has only been less than a week since Joszko died, and Milan's family is looking down on Warsaw!
Moreover, Milan's health was so bad, but his family actually let him marry my brother! ?
I know my brother's character well, and for a long time, Joshua has been my goal.
He is strong and his character seems stable, but he is actually violent and cruel.
I thought more and more, and then I remembered another detail. When Choshko got married, he promised his father-in-law and father-in-law that he would not lay a hand on the maid he was about to marry.
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Joshua has excellent genes, and even if Milan is in poor health, he can marry my brother, so his gene level will only be better.
If Milan remarries, the female monarch will still be a high-level A-class of the military group.
How could he possibly endure that?
Moreover, how long had Joszko died? Their family wanted to come to Milan to pick him up. Did they really think that the honor of Warsaw was made of paper?
I put on new clothes and rushed to meet Milan's family with great momentum. At the same time, I told this matter to my eldest brother and my father-in-law, focusing on the honor of Warsaw. They were all outside the star, so they agreed to let me handle this matter in my own way.
I gave that family a great embarrassment.
They talked for a long time, first belittling Milan, and then being willing to give up certain technological interests in exchange for Milan's return.
I didn't agree.
I was like a stone. I would start to complain when I got tired of hearing it. When they talked about value, I would ask: Why did they let Milan marry my brother? Was it because Warsaw was not valuable enough?
They finally left in a hurry, taking away the family guard whose neck I had broken.
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I asked for leave from the front line of the battlefield to return to the family land and drive that family away. I should leave immediately to return to the front line.
But for some reason, a voice seemed to tell me: You did something good for him, why don’t you tell him?
I returned to the Black Tower.
Many of the Black Tower's servants were injured last night, and the new servants have not yet been dispatched, so there are only four servants left in the Black Tower.
As soon as they saw me coming, they immediately stood in front of me and asked me to go back tremblingly, saying that Mr. Milan was not feeling well and was not suitable to see guests.
I felt a little embarrassed at the time.
But I wanted to see him so badly.
My superior was urging me to go back, and the time left in the family land was getting shorter and shorter. My desire to meet him was like an irreversible meteor shower, which just wanted to crash forward and then explode.
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I took a deep breath and told the servants that I was unarmed.
That's the closest thing I can say to a friendly gesture.
After I said that, I walked straight up the tower, and I would bump into anyone who stood in my way.
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I saw Milan again. This time he was sitting by the window. The window was not open. He leaned against the window with his eyes closed. His long black hair was like a piece of satin draped over his shoulders and fell into his arms.
A smokeless incense burner was lit next to the window, the scent of the incense was fresh flowers and plants, and the indoor air conditioner was set at a moderate wind direction, blowing the window curtains.
With his eyes closed, the dark tower seemed to transform into an open-air garden, with fragrance and breeze. He sat in the darkness, without feeling the slightest bit of depression brought by the darkness.
There was a lot of noise at the door, and I walked up to him. He turned around and looked at me.
Those eyes were still misty.
I was silent, and he invited me to sit down: "What can I do for you, Joshua?"
I'm not stupid. I took down a bunch of guards in his tower last night. After I leave, he's going to know who I am.
But the moment he called out my name, I still clenched my fists, feeling a little embarrassed and uneasy.
I didn't say anything for a long time. Milan asked again. I still didn't say anything, so he gently suggested: "Sit down first. You came back from the front overnight. No matter how strong your body is, your nerves are twitching as if they are twisted together. If you stand for a while, you will have to lie down in the treatment room to report back. Sit down, it won't make any more time."
Milan didn't blame me for my recklessness last night. He seemed to forgive me, but also seemed to not care at all.
I sat down and told him the whole story of how I had driven his family away.
Thinking back carefully afterwards, I shouldn't have gone up there again, and I had no right to expel his family.
But, I did it all.
In order to cover up the terror and confusion in my heart, I stood on the side of Warsaw and my brother, coldly and condescendingly denounced Milan's family for being profit-oriented and cold-blooded.
I said a lot, but it has been so long that I have forgotten what I said, but what I said must have been very unpleasant, so unpleasant that Milan's servants stood up for the first time and wanted to pull me out.
When I was young, I was very arrogant. All the evil, cruelty and class discrimination that you can think of among the higher and privileged species existed in me.
Milan's servant didn't pull me away. I sat on the chair he invited me to sit on and finished speaking coldly.
"The Warsaw family will not lack you for food, clothing, and daily necessities. Even if Joszko dies, you will still have the ownership, management, use, and inheritance rights of this family land. These rights will not be reclaimed just because you do not have offspring."
"The Warsaw family is not like your family, the New Alliance, ha, a bunch of beasts who only know how to sell children in exchange for benefits. You'd better not think about returning home on your own. They come to pick you up today, and they can send you to another military family tomorrow. The female soldiers in those families are like beasts. If they bite you and don't tear you to pieces, it's because their teeth are not sharp enough."
"No one will ever be as stupid as my brother, who never asked you for comfort until he died."
I didn't know what it was that touched Milan.
He turned his head suddenly, and I was sure that he was blind.
But for a moment, I could clearly feel that Milan was "looking" at me, as if his eyes were still healthy, sharp and insightful.
After a few seconds, Milan whispered, "You are a beast too, Joshua."
I stood up suddenly, the chair fell to the ground with a clang, and the servants knelt down and pulled my legs like crazy, thinking that I was going to kill Milan. Veins popped out on my forehead, my whiskers stood up, and my fists clenched and creaked.
But Milan was not afraid. He just smoothed his long hair that was messed up when he turned around, put it back on his back, and then said to me gently: "Joszko told me that you are 27 years old and the youngest and most promising warrior in the history of the Warsaw family."
"According to etiquette, you can also call me brother."
At that moment, we all understood.
He felt it.
My mind was in a state of confusion and my words were contemptuous and harsh, but Milan was able to accurately discern my true thoughts.
I was in a mess and he pulled me out as easily as straightening a handful of hair.
Milan called me a beast.
I…
I am indeed a beast.
He was warning me, with laws, etiquette, and secularity.
But at this moment, I just want to get on his window sill. I want him to strangle my neck with his long, silky black hair, and then kiss the old scar on the side of his thin lips hard.
I'm done.]
[Fate, this is a ghost story you wrote, right? It's a textbook-level disaster courtship scene!!! Whose dating tutorial starts with making fun of the other family first!!! Write something serious!!!]