Chapter 78 What is your brother’s name?

[Suffocation operation, Fate slaps himself in the face? The definition of the previous story cannot be turned into "Ten Thousand Faces"? Isn't Joshua's behavior a landmine? 】

[…I suddenly understand what the Capital Alliance is doing. Damn the **decree! It’s not like that at all! In Fate’s story, we can see what methods **-level high-levels will use to seduce you. This wave, this wave is Fate’s free **-level high-level secret strategy! ]

【How daring to write. 】

[I can't bear to see you fall into a trap, and I can't bear to see you drop a **-level high-level species from the Capital Alliance, Fate! Tear the face of the **-level high-level species to pieces! ]

[Fate, you have impressed me. This is a two-punch for my brother who is serving in the interstellar forces.]

[Nikkei Post: What brand of cigarettes do you smoke, Milan? Please put out the cigarette butt on my chest~ah♂]

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@Fite stays tonight:

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I regarded him in silence.

He looked back at me quietly.

His eyes were trembling, cautious yet persistent, as if he was waiting for some kind of verdict? A decision? A denial? Or a nod?

I was not happy about it at the time.

Maybe you find this strange.

Joshua Warsaw is a young but accomplished player. He is the epitome of a rising star.

Who doesn't want to control a rising star?

If the chief of the First Army knew that the rising star of the legion had fallen into the hands of an unknown military doctor in the Second Army, he would be furious and immediately launch a war plan against the Second Army.

In the 1600s, during the era of the Legion, no one could resist the surrender, pursuit, and admiration of a rising star.

But I just feel oppressed.

Everything about Joshua was so huge that I couldn't resist.

I feel threatened by the weird and fake mask he puts on to show his goodwill.]

[Immediately take note, a group of Fates who are your close brothers said that you should not use the weird and fake Capital Alliance female insect face in front of you! ]

[I missed such important news because the broadcast started 5 minutes late? ? The host Fate really has a brother? ? ]

[Look, there is an honest bug here! ! ]

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[I lit up my third cigarette, inhaled halfway, and asked through the smoke: "Why do you think I like this appearance?"

I was young at that time, and my words were as sharp and direct as the blade of a surgical knife. The tip of the knife would touch his skin and I would cut his skin completely in one stroke so that I could see the color of the dirty things inside his body.

If it were me now, I would use better and safer means to take the "future" out of his mouth bit by bit.

But I was young, sharp and aggressive at that time. He threatened me, but I could really feel that he cared about me more than usual. I had the advantage, so I attacked without hesitation.

"Who told you? Or in your future, I will fall in love with a female insect of this appearance?"

Joshua immediately lowered his head, avoiding my gaze. The mature and decent mask dissolved like a piece of paper soaked in water, and his strange childish temperament returned to him.

Only insects would use silence to escape reality, because they are powerless and helpless in the world and don't know how to resist. In the end, they can only remain silent, praying that silence can solve all problems.

I have no interest in communicating with a mute.]

[No prize for guessing, is there really a military doctor among the Fate brothers? My great director said the exact same thing! ]

【Check your director's gender. 】

[I see, you like chattering military girls! ]

[If the supervisor who supervised me was Mr. Milan, I would definitely OO when I was, um, scolded. Who knows, military medical supervisors really punish students! But if it was Mr. Milan, there would be no problem at all!!]

[Does your instructor know that you are being so aroused online? ]

[Kick out of the sect! Kick out of the sect immediately! ]

【The director learned castration surgery overnight! 】

[I flicked off the ash and asked, "Your brother is like this, isn't he?"

"My future queen? Am I destined to fall in love with a female insect like this?"

I believe my tone and attitude at the time were enough to embarrass the insect, but Joshua Warsaw did not show any offense or anger.

His attitude was strangely submissive. He neither nodded nor shook his head. He said calmly and gently, "If this attitude offends you, I'm sorry. I will pay attention to adjust next time."

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Well, I felt a little creepy at the time.

I am in charge of the surgical department. I know that many female soldiers need counseling after returning from the battlefield. I am not a military psychiatrist, and my knowledge of pathological counseling is limited to the procedures of operating treatment machines. I couldn't tell whether Joshua's abnormality was common on the battlefield or caused by... "rebirth"?

I didn't feel like smoking anymore.

Was Joshua's "rebirth" once or twice?

One near-death experience is enough to destroy a warrior's character and all his past perseverance.

I have seen too many soldiers with traumatic stress disorder. Most of them have gone crazy and become completely different people. A small number of them have been cremated with flags on their heads.

I asked, "What's going on with you, Warsaw? Have you been to counseling recently since returning from the war?"

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Later I found out that it was my doubt that helped Joshua hold on for a while.

When I spoke, the doctor's occupational disease attitude came online, and his vigilance became inappropriate, mixed with the strictness he used to treat stupid students during surgery.

Well, I was teaching a new group of students, and the lab animals were smarter than them, and I was mad for two weeks.

Whenever I used a stern voice, they would start to look sad, and Joshua was obviously also nervous about this sternness, just like my students.

His nervousness was curious.

He... It's a strange thing to use this word to describe an adult military female who is over 190cm tall, but this was indeed the first word that popped into my mind at that time.

Joshua suddenly became very "good".

The mature and reserved demeanor of a leader that he had during the meeting had not yet faded away, and every strand of his hair was combed elegantly and dignifiedly. In this quiet little balcony undisturbed by insects, I could smell the dust, the long-uncleaned humidity, the disinfectant in the air, and the light perfume on his body.

He looked like a perfect privileged person from head to toe, but as soon as I asked him a question, his "look" became messy, as if another more genuine and clumsy insect had come out to answer the question.

Joshua said, "Nothing. The last time he was on patrol in the armor was three days ago. He was counseled in the third counseling area of ​​the Wasp Army. He used counseling room 30061. The counseling therapist was Carl Porter."

It is impolite not to make eye contact while talking.

Joshua couldn't look me in the face at that moment, so he raised his head and then gently turned it to the side, facing me with half of his handsome face. But his eyelashes trembled violently while he spoke. His silver eyelashes fluttered up and down like two butterfly wings, shining with an annoying luster in the moonlight.

He did not stop, as if to prove how normal he was. Joshua took the initiative to talk about the key procedures of the Wasp Base's planetary relocation, and reported them neatly and quickly, one after another, and also explained several major historical turning points in the future of the Wasp Legion.

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Joshua was talking about major events in the next ten years when he suddenly reached out his hand to me. I was stunned for a moment.

In the middle of a conversation that could have turned the world upside down, Joshua interrupted with a sentence about me.

Joshua tilted his head and whispered, "Your cigarette is almost finished. Be careful not to burn your fingers."

He extended his hand, palm up, in a ceremonial white glove, and motioned for me to place the cigarette in his palm.

It was neither a request nor an order, but so natural that it seemed as if it should be so.

I didn't press it. I threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with my boot sole, took out the fourth cigarette from the box, and asked him to continue.

Joshua was very sensitive and immediately withdrew his hand, even putting it behind his back, and stood in military posture in front of me.

This little detail suddenly popped up in the face of a serious situation, and it made me feel a little...laughable and helpless.

How could I have the short-term experience of being the chief of the First Army?

He continued.

I listened attentively, and the more I listened, the more my brows furrowed.

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I will not elaborate on the future developments of the Wasp Legion here, you can go back and look up the information.

I continued.

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When Joshua talked about the future, I could sense that he deliberately avoided the future of "Milan Clement" and only talked about things that were beneficial to me and the Wasp Legion at the present stage and in the future.

This made me feel comfortable at the time. Sometimes "preconceived ideas" and things that "will definitely happen in the future" can become mental shackles, and I have always preferred to explore and take risks on my own.

I was young and had outstanding surgical skills at the time. I felt that the choices I made were the choices I made, and the predicted "choice" was a losing battle.

By the time I was on my fifth cigarette, Joshua had finished describing the future that I could use, in a clear and coherent manner.

He said apologetically in a gentle tone: "…I'm sorry, this is all I can give you. This is all I have. This is all I can remember."

"I only lived to be 39, and I have no idea what happened after that."

When I heard 39, my fingers trembled.

I looked at his face in surprise.

He looks no more than 25 now. A 25-year-old major general will definitely become the general in the future. After becoming the general, he no longer needs to frequently enter the starry sea to fight monsters. How could he only live to 39?

I frowned, thought of a possibility, and my expression changed slightly.

Although Joshua turned his head away, he was definitely looking at me with his peripheral vision. My expression changed and he spoke immediately.

He said, "Before rebirth, I lived to be 39 years old. It was all because of my own choice. No bugs could interfere with my choice. I died at the gate of the black hole. I died in the sea of ​​stars. It was an absolute warrior's choice."

I said, really.

He said firmly, "Yes. Dr. M...Clemen, please believe me."

He even used honorifics.

A privileged kind of military doctor?

I laughed.

I had a frown on my face and my attitude was cold and sharp the whole time, so this sudden chuckle scared him as expected.

Joshua subconsciously took a half step back, and the trembling and fluttering silver butterflies between his eyebrows stopped.

I said, "You said trust but you closed your eyes? Why didn't you turn around and look at me?"

I didn't use any tricks. I just started a conversation and Joshua told me everything about the future of the Wasp Legion. I had to find a way to get the situation of the "Hero" out of him.

Joshua tilted his head and didn't blink. He seemed to know why I was pressing him so hard.

I explained in a low voice, "Doctor, there is no possibility that what you are worried about will come true."

"My brother has married another gentleman from the military, and he has never heard of your name."

"You are safe."

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I was silent for a moment, then I said...

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What?

Um, you also think I'd say "but you know what"?

What a coincidence! Joshua felt the same way back then.

This is not a good sentence.

Once that was said, I am now as I was then, convinced that Joshua would go to extremes.]

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[Mr. Milan, a magical product that will soften the hearts of the military...]

[What a soft-hearted ****!! Joshua is more valuable alive. If you have any sense, Milan will not say anything to induce him to commit suicide. 】

【Remember this: Fit Wine represents passion, and Joshua represents honesty?】

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I said it first, right?

Joshua and I were both adults at the time. He could put on a hypocritical mask and give a speech, so he should have known the hidden message behind my calm response.

He should know that if he continues to stand and listen, I will say something that will make it difficult for him.

For example, what you, the author, consider to be remarks that induce suicide.

But he didn't leave.

Joshua just stood there, waiting for the words I hadn't spoken yet.

Persist in a kind of persistence that I don’t want to understand.

This ridiculous and pathetic insistence reminds me of some military wives who died on the operating table.

They always insist at the last moment of their lives, "Save me, doctor, I don't want to die."

They knew clearly that they would not survive, yet they still prayed for a glimmer of hope.

So I said, "What's your brother's name?"

Joshua turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

He murmured dully: "My brother got married."

At that time, I felt that he understood me to some extent, perhaps because he had been in close contact with me for a long time before his rebirth. I have not forgotten his bold offense when he came to rescue me for the first time.

Then what did he say? Would I have any thoughts about a married female insect whom I had never met?

nerve.

I sneered immediately, "Yeah, tell me the name and I will assassinate him tomorrow night."

Joshua wanted to bow his head again.

I said, look up.

He froze, his maturity and gentleness gone this time, and his voice became even quieter.

"…Joszko Warsaw."

I was so distracted by it that I repeated, "Joshu? Joshu what?"

Joshua's ears turned red.

I looked weird, so Joshua quickly said it again loudly: "It's Joshua Warsaw, my third brother. His name is very similar to mine. We look very similar. My male father liked this biological miracle very much, so he deliberately gave it a similar name. I..."

I said, "Stop."

Joshua pursed his lips until they turned pale. But suddenly, in the next second, his helpless expression disappeared, his pupils turned beastly, and his face showed a ferocious look.

I was so shocked by his sudden change of expression that I got goosebumps all over my neck.

Joshua suddenly turned his head and stared at the balcony corridor. I had just taken four cans of powerful stimulant before coming to the meeting, and my energy and attention were at their highest level. I immediately followed Joshua's gaze and found that it was the bug in the corridor.

Joshua was very sensitive. He sensed the presence a hundred meters away in advance. His pretended maturity and true clumsiness disappeared, his tentacles stood up, and his expression became as ferocious as a beast, so fierce that it was ugly.

I had only one thought at the time.

Oh my god, he would definitely kill that bug that happened to be passing by!

Joshua took a step back, his boots clicking on the floor as he headed for the attack.

I stepped forward and grabbed his dress tie. I pulled so hard that the tie pin flew off, and the entire tie was pulled out of the dark blue uniform of the First Army.

His body was tense and stiff like a rock, and I couldn't move him at all. Instead, the force pushed me into his arms, and his flying tie pin cut my palm.

I also wear gloves. I need to take good care of my hands. My gloves are black tough leather with excellent puncture resistance.

But all this came unexpectedly.

The tie needle pierced my glove and my blood spurted out from the tear in the glove.

Joshua turned around immediately when he smelled the blood. It is no exaggeration to say that his expression was terrified. His first action was to grab my hand and kiss the wound and blood on the palm of my hand. He sucked the broken flesh with his tongue and lips and dried up the blood exposed to the air.

I was also shocked at the time. The hormones of male insects are detected by blood tests, and Joshua's reaction was an emergency rescue.

He raised his head again, tears falling from his blue eyes like pearls born from the sea, and along with the tears appeared his wings.

Later I guessed that he must have had a similar situation in his memory "millions of times" and that my injury was about to be exposed, so he had to take me away at all costs.

So, Joshua spread his scaly wings directly on the balcony of the conference city where flying was prohibited, held me in his arms, and flew towards the moon.

Decisively avoid balcony corridors where insects patrol.

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What?

Oh, of course I can tell you.

Joshua is a butterfly.

His scaly wings are 4 meters long when spread out, and there are two claws on the wing tips. He is a butterfly of the shining family, and his wings are very beautiful.]

[Butterfly Clan! Stand up! ! !] 68, 50; 57.969 rhodium'Ayi skirt

[Is it true that you can lick a male insect? Joshua is doing it! Really licking? ? How many hormones are there in this mouthful of blood…Milan is a high level, Joshua must have been in heat after taking such a bite? ? ]

[Then here comes the question. If I suddenly lick the cabinet, I will be scolded by the court monitor. Fate, you should do something stupid. I am so desperate. Why did Joshua get the hell test paper and still be admitted successfully? ]

The author has something to say:

Milan Tai's lyrics paraphrase Journey to the West: "You say that the four elements are empty, but you keep your eyes closed. If you look at me with your eyes open, I don't believe that your eyes are empty."