Chapter 48 Interstellar 24

Anatole sat in his office as usual, processing the piles of documents.

Calculating the time, he had been delayed by that group of guys for long enough, and it was time to return to Ackerman.

Although Ackerman is safe now, everything is the same as usual, and even the frequency of invasions by pirates and the Empire is lower than usual.

But I always feel a little uneasy.

I felt a palpitation inexplicably, as if something big was going to happen next.

Anatole subconsciously touched the necklace on his chest, and through a layer of cloth, he could only feel the hard touch under his hand.

He wanted to return this necklace to its owner, but his memory of Darien is pitifully small now.

Everything in the memory seems to be covered with a thin veil, blurry and ambiguous. No matter how hard I try, I can't lift this veil, as if I had an illusory dream.

Only the throbbing of the heart brought by that person is so real.

Wait a little longer.

At least let me remember everything and give it back to you in person.

"Knock, knock--"

The knock on the door interrupted Anatole's thoughts.

"Your coffee."

Darien walked into the room with a cup of coffee in one hand and gently placed the cup in his hand next to Anatole.

"By the way, tomorrow I..."

"Anatole, I..."

They both spoke at the same time.

"You go first."

Darien took back his words and motioned for Anatole to speak first.

"Darion, I'm going to leave for Ackerman tomorrow..."

Anatole used to dislike the senior Alliance officials living in Brecca, and he also disliked this planet. In the

past, he would rather stay in the underdeveloped and sparsely populated Ackerman than come to Brecca.

But now Darion is here.

And little Wade.

For the first time, Anatole felt reluctant to leave, and his tone was low.

"Really?"

"I happen to need to go on a long trip tomorrow."

"Where to? Is it about hiring a servant?"

Hearing that Darion was also leaving, and going on a long trip, Anatole frowned and asked with some concern.

"Returning a favor."

Darien didn't intend to elaborate, lest Anatole worry more, so he comforted him:

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"If anything happens, be sure to contact me!"

Anatole said solemnly.

"Little Wade, stay here for now."

Before Darien mentioned it, Anatole seemed to have expected what he was going to say.

"My people are here, and I also asked Lewin to take care of this place."

After all, this is still the capital star of the Alliance, and the various forces are restraining each other, so they can't make any big moves.

Anatole is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by anyone. As long as he is still alive and as long as the Fifth Legion is still there, these people dare not act too rashly.

"Dad——"

"Father——"

Little Wade's childish voice came from the door.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

As soon as the two mentioned the placement of little Wade, the child came running over from upstairs.

Darien opened his arms and held little Wade in his arms.

Unable to bear the words of leaving, Darien held little Wade in one hand and glanced at Anatole.

Anatole naturally understood Darien's hint and had no choice but to say:

"Little Wade, father and daddy have something to do tomorrow and will be away for a while...you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the green eyes were already filled with tears.

A crying child is not a good child. Little Wade wants to be the best child for his father and daddy, so he can't cry.

The little boy in his arms tried to shrink his nose. Although his eyes, nose and mouth were all red, he still tried hard to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Anatole's heart softened when he saw this. He finally understood why Darien threw this hard job to him.

With the courage he showed when training soldiers, Anatole closed his eyes, calmed down and continued:

"So little Wade will stay here with Lei for the time being, waiting for his father and dad to come back."

"Okay, little Wade, don't cry."

Darien, who had been looking away, finally couldn't help it. He pressed the tearful little Wade into his arms and comforted him softly.

"I'll be back soon."

"Didn't Daddy say he would always be with Little Wade?"

"What about Father?"

Little Wade buried his head in Darien's chest, his voice muffled.

"Father will always be with Little Wade, too."

Anatole answered.

"Then you have to keep your word."

Little Wade finally calmed down, raised his head from Darien's chest, and looked at the two of them aggrievedly.

"Of course I keep my word."

"When did Daddy ever lie to Little Wade?"

Darien touched Little Wade's head, his expression soft.

*

In the vast galaxy.

A white light flashed, passing through the stars at a very fast speed, and went straight to Alma Star.

As usual, Alma Star was in a no-man's land, and entry and exit were completely free, unlike Bricka, which had checkpoints at the border.

A gathering place for pirates, fugitives, and mercenaries.

As usual, he put on the black poncho and used odor-blocking patches to block the smell of pheromones. Then Darien got off the airship and walked towards the designated location.

Enemos had contacted him a day ago and asked to go to Alma for a detailed discussion.

Since Darien had promised to owe Enemos a favor, he would not break his promise easily.

The cramped low-rise buildings are located on both sides of the street, with colorful signs of various shapes hanging on the sides of the buildings. There are

only a few passers-by on the street, all of whom are in a hurry and have sinister expressions. The

rare smile may be the lady standing at the street corner soliciting customers.

Alma is rainy all year round. The sky is always dark and the sun is rarely seen, which makes the air here damp and dark.

Darien stepped into a small puddle, splashing a little dirty water, and a few drops even fell on the edge of Darien's tent.

With a subtle frown, Darien looked around and walked into a bar.

Avoiding the men and women twisting their bodies in the main hall of the bar, Darien went upstairs and walked straight into a private room.

Pushing the door open,

Enemos leaned back on the big soft sofa, with only one light on, and everything around him was vague and unclear.

His sight fell on the red-haired man in front of him, and after a few seconds, Darien keenly sensed the breath of another person in the room.

The man hidden on the left had half of his face hidden in the dim light, and the shadow covered his eyebrows and eyes, concealing his emotions.

"He's really sensitive..."

Ian sighed, straightened up, and exposed his entire face to the light.

The eyebrows and eyes that were somewhat similar to Darien's were with a false smile, looking straight at Darien, the only one standing.

"My dear brother - Nolan Akanos."