Chapter 32 The

Starship 8 is moving slowly in the vast sea of ​​stars. Its dark blue appearance is like a fish swimming in the sea full of stars.

Darien sat on the bed, one leg bent, his hand gently resting on his leg, and his face turned sideways to look at the beautiful scenery outside through the window.

The twinkling starlight was reflected in the pair of green eyes, like ground diamonds scattered into the sparkling lake.

"Knock, knock--"

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Voss, this is what Adjutant Yuri asked me to prepare for you."

The young soldier in military uniform saluted Darien and said respectfully.

"Well, thank you."

Darien nodded and took the tray from the soldier.

"Also, Adjutant Yuri asked me to tell you that if necessary, you can let me take you to the restaurant for dinner, or I can bring it to you. What do you mean?"

Darien glanced at the young soldier's expectant eyes and dug out the identity information of the man in front of him from Anatole's memory.

The young soldier named Iroh was a recent graduate of the Dawn Military University. He was selected to join Anatole's Fifth Corps and was also one of Anatole's many little fans.

As early as the time when Darien was brought into the lounge by Yuri, Darien's "hero saving the beauty", no, "hero saving the hero" story had already spread among the accompanying soldiers.

Facing this Darien who was like a divine soldier, the group of gossipy soldiers were very curious.

Especially Yiluo took the lead, because when the enemy invaded, Yiluo, a boy with strong limbs and a simple mind, immediately rushed to the location of the admiral after dealing with the enemies around him.

Unfortunately, the enemy delayed them for a long time. When Yiluo arrived, he only saw the tail of the three people finishing the battle. After seeing the admiral finally wake up and vomit blood, Yiluo simply became the world famous painting - "The Scream".

Before he could recover, he was driven away by a look from Adjutant Yuri.

Yiluo shared his experience with other brothers in a daze. Of course, he did not say anything about the admiral vomiting blood. Yiluo still knew what he could say and what he could not say.

As for Darien's matter, the "fierce" adjutant Yuri also sent him to the lounge openly, which was also a tacit acknowledgement that he was the guest of the Admiral. Since he was the guest of the Admiral, he was equivalent to the guest of our Fifth Legion. It is not too much for us to be curious about the guest's affairs, right?

When Iroh exaggerated Darien's "deeds" all over the airship, Darien came to the restaurant to face a group of soldiers with green eyes.

At that moment, Darien almost thought that his mercenary vest was stripped off.

Darien wore a hood most of the time when performing missions, and the only guys who saw his face died in front of him.

Except for those well-informed bigwigs who might find out some information about him, Darien's mercenary vest is still there.

Although their eyes were hot, the soldiers did not do anything to offend others. They just dawdled during the meal and glanced at Darien furtively.

"Haha... those guys are just idle and have nothing to do. Eat your food and ignore them."

Even Iroh could feel the hot eyes of others. He turned his head and glared at the group of people. Iroh explained to Darien with a wry smile.

"Just call me Darien."

Darien was not the kind of person who cared about such trivial matters, and these people were Anatole's men.

Darien felt like the young master of a noble family, not only in appearance, but also in temperament.

Iroh sat opposite Darien, watching the man in front of him slowly eating the food in his hands, then looking at himself and this group of rough guys eating, thinking silently in his heart.

"Oh, right!" Iroh slapped his head suddenly, "I haven't introduced myself yet!"

"My name is Iroh, Iroh Harvitch, a male Alpha, from the capital of Brecca, graduated from Dawn Military University, and an alumnus of Admiral Anatole..."

Hearing the familiar name, Darien, who seemed a little uninterested, became a little interested. He put down the tableware in his hand, wiped his mouth, crossed his hands on the table, and said slowly: "Can you tell me more about Anatole?" "

Of course!"

Iroh's eyes lit up, and he was very happy to meet someone who could tell him about his past that he knew so well.

The others had been told by him hundreds of times before, and they no longer wanted to listen to him nagging about those well-known things. Ilo was worried about having no one to talk to recently.

This time, he finally caught one, and he took the initiative to ask him. He had to make good use of it.

"Ahem, ahem--"

Ilo cleared his throat, and excitedly told Darien about those deeds that he had never known.

His heart, which had been silent for a long time, beat violently.

Darien just sat here quietly, listening carefully to those wonderful stories, until the people around him got up and left one after another, until the sun went out, collecting the last trace of cool residual light.

He outlined a boy he had not seen for a long time in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The boy had close friends with whom he had a tacit understanding, teachers who were either friendly or strict, a mecha that could accompany him, and many other things he had never had before...

Darien just listened quietly...

It was a time of unbridled pride that he had never participated in.