Chapter 110 Audience: You made mistakes three times after meeting each other, right? ?
[Why, the top ten are not talking and are only voting, is it because the host Fite didn’t teach them carefully enough? ]
[Hahahaha this is so mean, the marriage rate of military females in reality is already low enough, let them go haha the only ones who can successfully graduate after getting the hell exam paper are the military females created by Fate.]
[Your military service and my military service seem to be different~]
[…
I took a few steps forward, and Milan's insect servant lay on the ground and dragged my legs.
I really don't know how he realized that I was about to lose control. Milan asked me again: "The head of the family knows that you are handling my affairs in the family land. How do you plan to write a feedback report?"
That feeling came back.
Milan's sharp piercing hits the key point that can stop me.
Yes, I drove his family away, and I also had to write a process to report to my mother-in-law so that she could review how the marriage relationship between the two families could continue to remain stable.
This involves family interests, the interests of the new alliance and the military family cooperation, etc. When a new contract appears, the family will send insects to Milan to sign it.
Now that Joszko is dead, Milan is the last bridge between Warsaw and the New Union.
I can't do anything offensive to him here.
When this thought popped into my mind, I was shocked myself.
I kicked the insect servant's hand away, said it was none of your business, and left in a hurry.
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I didn't live in the family land anymore, and finished writing the delivery report on the star voyage back to the front line.
After the delivery, I asked my adjutant to look up the details of the new alliance. I contacted my elder and second brothers whom I hadn't seen for a long time and asked them if they knew Milan's family and had heard of Milan's past.
My eldest and second brothers know Milan’s family, and I have heard a lot of inside information about the New Alliance from them.
The eldest and second brothers felt regretful: if nothing had happened to Joszko, he would have led the Warsaw family to become a giant among the new forces.
The eldest and second brothers still didn't think much about what the new alliance would become, so they sighed and put it out of their minds.
I have looked around and know the details of the new alliance very well. I will not elaborate on this aspect. You can add notes when you edit the book.
But in terms of news from Milan, I gained very little at that time.
He was like a mysterious, cool mist; it seemed to be there, but when one reached out to touch it, one found nothing.
I will never forget the moment when I was spewing cruel words on the black tower, and when I was about to take a step forward, he turned around and easily saw through my thoughts.
So determined, so relaxed, so... I couldn't describe it at the time. It was the same feeling I had when I first saw him. My blood and flesh were all shouting: same, same.
It seems that my heart is the same as his, and he guesses my thoughts as if they are spoken from the heart.]
[It is rumored that the Saint-level masters have special advantages in the spiritual aspect. They can sense the female insect's thoughts by simply extending their spiritual tentacles with their tail hooks to soothe the female insect, thereby achieving the best degree of absolute soothing.]
[This gives me the shudders.]
【The information gap hurts the insects, hahaha! It was not until 50 years after the establishment of the Male Insect Protection Court that a more complete method for distinguishing the genetic level of male insects appeared. It was also at that time that "Saint"-level insects appeared. Joshua, an A-level species, ran into the hands of the Saint. If the Saint didn't squeeze him out of the water, it would be considered friendly.】
[…
I hated him for ten years. This intense hatred suddenly broke and scattered into emotions that I didn't understand. Finally, it merged into inexplicable curiosity, forming a deformed, unstable and dirty emotion.
Curiosity is an adventurous trait that combines high risk with high reward, and drives the Zerg to explore the depths of the universe.
Now, my curiosity about Milan has undergone a radical change.
I wanted to know why he was blind, why he was paralyzed from the waist down, why he was so alert, and everything about his past.
At that time, I was unwilling to admit it, but now I can say it frankly after telling the record: Yes, I didn’t dare to contact Milan again at that time. He was so sensitive that I didn’t even dare to look directly at his beauty that bewitched my mind. I stood in front of him, my heart was like being weighed on a scale, and I couldn’t hide anything.
I also knew that my feelings were illegal and immoral, and to some extent betrayed my brother Joshko.
I could only restrain myself, standing in the shadows and quietly using my military power to collect Milan's past, trying to find some "Milan" that I could approach and that I was allowed to approach by etiquette in the dusty files and past time.
No matter how my reason tried to suppress this emotion, no matter how solid and inviolable the order and etiquette were, my heart was still burning with the desire to touch Milan.
I can't forget the feeling of holding him.
So even though Milan's past had been artificially wiped out and hidden, I still persisted in searching and investigating, mobilizing all the connections I could.
About nine months later, I used the connections of the Warsaw family and found some clues in the 2nd Army Wasp Regiment.
As long as it involves the legion, it's easy to handle. I was the most promising major general at that time. Some relationship information and a few valuable alien coordinates. Milan's past is like a pearl in a clam shell. I pry open the gray and mottled clam shell with a knife and carefully hold it out with both hands.
…
The information was not in paper form, but was taken out from the mouths of several Zerg veterans who were entering their decline.
Milan was married to the Warsaw family, and the Warsaw family was Milan's second home. I went to inquire as a member of Milan's family and finally got some truth out.
His past is unbelievable to me.
…He was in the military?
Milan is a military doctor. He has served for 20 years?
These Wasp veterans are very vigilant and tight-lipped. If I hadn’t questioned them as a member of Milan’s family, they would definitely not have said anything.]
[The two groups are about to start a war, and Fate, you are still helping the Wasp Army to gain momentum. You really make me cry! ]
[
At that time, the New Alliance had already developed the latest artificial intelligence, and the confidentiality of the Star Energy Network was taken to a new level.
But I still chose the most primitive storage method. I printed out all the veterans' oral memories about Milan's past, read them in my spare time, and memorized them.
In this way, I can hold him in my hands and remember him in my heart.
The long-lost and fragmented oral memories of veterans reconstructed a strange Milan in front of me.
A military doctor named Milan who I can legally approach, with whom I can greet normally and even hug.
The military doctor Milan in my memory is more aggressive. He is cold and strict, his words are more stinging than mine, his medical skills are strong and superb, and he has maintained the lowest surgical mortality rate in the medical records of the Wasp Corps for 15 consecutive years.
In the eyes of some veterans, he is a devil-like savior.
His personality, his ways of doing things, his usual methods, and his social relationships were all laid out before me.
I saw the brand in the Black Tower, but I really got to know him on paper.
I hid in the shadows, slowly piecing together the Milan of the past from the fragmented memories that had long been covered in dust. This was fatal, and it was this that completely led me to a distorted situation.
I was serving in the military at the time, and Milan, who had these paper documents, was also serving in the military.
I would read these materials every night. Even though I had memorized them by heart, I still couldn't help but use the printer in the room to print out a pile of new materials. I would hold them in my hands every night, studying them carefully and guessing what would happen to us if he was still a military doctor and I was still a serving soldier.
As time went by, I began to dream of Milan in military uniform. He walked out of the text, clasped hands, stood in a corner of the room and stared at me coldly, never approaching me.
Milan seemed to be able to see my filthiness and ugliness even in my dreams.
I woke up from my dream again, and there were pieces of paper scattered on the bed. I took a piece of the paper from my mouth and realized that I had eaten the pages with the past Milan printed on them.
That’s when I felt like something was wrong with my mind.]
[You kid, I thought you were messed up by being reborn a million times, but I didn't expect you to be like this in your first life! ]
[The fake Milanese chef: setting up a surgical knife formation. The real Milanese chef: printing all the file records for midnight snack. Well, Fate, after you finish writing this book, will the PDF version of Mr. Milan's past be sold as a bonus after it is published? ]
[Isn't it in front of you waiting? ]
[…
After Choshko's death, Milan, as one of the bridges between the New Alliance and the Legion, had to attend certain social dinners.
In the past, Joszko would have skipped these cumbersome banquets, but now Milan must attend as the new representative.
For this purpose, my male father even rushed back to accompany Milan to attend. When they got married, my female father and male father knew the inside story.
I heard the news and rushed back to join them. The dam and the dam were a little strange, but I just dealt with it.
I had considered Joshko as my target, and I didn't want others to laugh at Joshko's reputation after discovering Milan's physical condition. I explained this to the male and female fathers, and they believed me. But only I knew who I came back for.
According to the oral archives of the veterans, Milan has no brothers of the same generation. His brothers who are 10 or 20 years younger than him are very distant from him. The family members regard Milan's past as a stain.
At social banquets, each group has its own social circle. My father cannot always keep Milan under his protection. I came back to take Joshua's place.
…
The banquet was held at the Warsaw family estate.
The day before the banquet, I went to see Milan with gifts.
This was the third time I had seen him, and the third time I had screwed up our relationship.
…
That day, I went to inform him that the banquet had begun and that I would take over Joshko's care throughout the whole process.
Milan was still sitting by the window, which was open. The dim winter sunlight fell on his black hair, casting a thin gleam of light. He looked icy and soft, and the mist made my heart tremble.
Milan thanked me politely, and that was the end of our conversation.
I'm not willing to accept this.
I called his servant, handed him the gift in my hand, and ordered him to take it to the table in front of Milan.
The servant stood still.
I snorted coldly and was about to kick the servant when Milan turned her face towards me and asked softly what it was.
I…
…
[The author noticed that when Mr. Joshua narrated this paragraph, his hands, which were placed flat on his knees, clenched into fists and his body suddenly trembled slightly. Mr. Milan was sitting next to him and noticed it almost at the same time. He reached out to touch Mr. Joshua's neck, rubbed it a few times, and whispered that it was okay. Mr. Joshua took two deep breaths and returned to normal.]
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At that time, I said, I...
I'm sorry.
I was too young at the time and had never experienced social setbacks. All the bugs in my social circle were praising the young and promising Major General Warsaw. I was overly praised by power and class and did not know how to approach the bugs I liked in a normal and equal manner.
At that time, I spent the days and nights of the past 10 months repeatedly caressing the military doctor Milan in the paper records. I was familiar with all of Military Doctor Milan's personality quirks, his indifference, his hobbies, his youth, his glory, and his downfall.
Of course, I was eager to tell Milan when I thought so: I know you, I understand you, I know the real you, and I also want to know the real you.
So…so, the gift I gave at that time was…the uniforms of the Second Army Wasp Regiment.]
[Why does he speak as if there is burning coal in his mouth? ]
【What's the problem? 】
…
[Also, Milan has lived in the Black Tower for so long, he must have missed his old life, right? Joshua was courteous to the right person this time! The last time he directly criticized the Milan family, that was a mistake.]
[I understand! Teacher Fate is teaching us! To get in touch with you, the first condition is to understand your truest hobby! ]
[It's hard to comment. Not everyone can get your complete set of files and records, and isn't this an invasion of privacy? If anyone does this in 2000, the Protection Court can execute you before the trial. Your privacy rights have been deified by them.]
[…Huh? Wait, are you saying? ]
[…
This was the worst social outing I can remember.
The Wasp uniform I gave Milan made her angry.]
【？ ？ ？】
[Teacher Fate, please explain in detail!! I encountered a similar situation during my last date. He was polite to me at the beginning, but suddenly he turned his face away and walked away. I was even warned by the court. Help, help, help!!]
[Milan turned around and faced me. For the first time, I understood the voice of Milan, the military doctor, as described by the veterans.
The old soldiers laughed and said: If you meet the former doctor from Milan, you will get into trouble. He scolded them in a cold voice, and few wounded soldiers could resist kneeling down.
"I can't wait to show off your chips. What kind of performance do you want to see from me?"
That was not the sound I heard during my previous two visits. This time, his sound reminded me of the scene of dissecting monsters with cold weapons.
The clash of swords was powerful and aggressive.
After saying this, Milan smiled, coldly, like a sharp sword, piercing my heart once again.
He said, Joshua, stop playing tricks, Joshua has already learned enough from this.
My brain buzzes.]
[…]
[So…if I show that I understand you too well, you will also make mistakes…]
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"Oh my God! Joshua! You can't say that!" Valentine held Fisher Green's AI and shouted at the text in the live broadcast room.
Fisher Green, who was sitting next to him, also frowned and nodded seriously: "Milan cherishes wasps so much. Joshua's behavior has good intentions, but the way he expressed it is too bad."
Two other young male insects who were quietly following the updates with them huddled together and poked their heads over to say, "It seems like all military females are like this, they have straight minds and won't turn around."
"And he's pretty rude. Last time, I went on a date with a female soldier from the Eighth Army. We went for a walk in the scenic forest. I said the flower on the treetop was so beautiful and wanted to recite a few lines of poetry. But the female soldier actually lifted me up and asked me to pick the flower." The short-haired male insect looked incredulous. "What is he thinking?"
For some reason, the words in the live broadcast room suddenly paused for a few minutes. Before the pixel man started to plant words, Valentine also joined the discussion: "He must have thought that you wanted that flower, but he was not sure how many you wanted to pick, so he just lifted you up, right?"
Short-haired male bug: "What? I'm not a pair of scissors!"
They chatted and laughed. Ten minutes later, another long-haired male insect looked at the live broadcast room and wondered, "It's only 9 o'clock. Is Fate not going to broadcast anymore? Why hasn't he started writing yet?"