Chapter 061
Scott remembered what Rocard, who was usually nonchalant, said to him with a very serious expression, and Scott's eyes, which were originally full of confusion, suddenly tightened.
“Don’t wait until you lose something before you know how to cherish it.”
"Hehe." Scott, who was leaning on the sofa, suddenly chuckled. Caesar, who was lying next to him, opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at Scott.
Two pairs of eyes with the same color looked at each other. No words are needed, Scott's quantum beast can clearly understand the thoughts emerging in his master's mind.
So Caesar responded to Scott with a kingly roar: "Ah!"
"Don't worry, I believe in your ability. Please take good care of Wu Zimo."
“Oh.”
"As for other things, it seems that people need to know that I, Scott Alman, am not only the supreme commander of the Condemnation Legion, but also the young master of the Alman Family." As Scott said this, the aura he exuded was even sharper than when he was directing the battle in the command room, making people dare not look directly at his edge.
In the interstellar age, families that have been able to pass down from the Earth age, even if they are not well-known among ordinary people, their true strength is so great that even the federal government has to be wary and give them some respect.
Otherwise, the federal government would not have watched helplessly as the supreme commander of its most powerful legion was inherited by the direct descendant of the Alman family.
In addition to the fact that the Alman family's direct descendants are indeed capable of handling this position, it is also because the Alman family is so powerful. The federal government has never thought about the Alman family, as this powerful family can directly shake the federation.
Then, with the tacit consent of both parties, the current management model of the Condemnation Legion was formed.
…
Wu Zimo woke up early the next morning. While washing, he glanced at his spiritual space. It was as if nothing had happened last night. Ares, who was happy by himself, touched his nose silently, feeling a little strange.
This cute kid at home has stopped making noise? Could something have happened after he fell asleep?
Then when he walked out of the room to have breakfast in the restaurant, he felt that he might not have slept for one night, but had slept for a long time. Otherwise, how could the world become like this? !
Master MO said that he was really not used to it for a while!
"Hey, Wu Zimo, come and have breakfast."
“Uh, yes.” By the way, who are you, this enthusiastic big brother...Do we know each other?
If an elite from the Condemnation Legion headquarters suddenly showed enthusiasm towards Wu Zimo, Wu Zimo could still think that the other party was having a fit. But along the way to the restaurant, Wu Zimo nodded to at least ten strangers and said they were going for breakfast.
Wu Zimo was too lazy to complain about those people who were just making small talk. If they were not going to have breakfast, were they going to watch others eat?
Fortunately, it is not popular for friends to get together to eat in the restaurant, otherwise Wu Zimo would have doubted that he had no time to eat breakfast, because after he walked into the restaurant, more eyes turned to him.
Wu Zimo got the breakfast he ordered from the window, found an empty corner, and used his ignoring skill again to completely ignore the gazes directed at him. As for the whispered conversation that I couldn't make out clearly, Wu Zimo acted as if he didn't hear anything and ate his breakfast as calmly as a rock.
After Wu Zimo finished his breakfast and left the restaurant, the gossipers who were originally just chatting in low voices saw that the main character had left, and they could no longer suppress their gossip, making the already lively restaurant even more lively.
"Speaking of which, can Wu Zimo, with his small body, really withstand the task of becoming a marshal?" As they chatted, the topic began to turn in a rather dirty direction.
"Hey, why are you worried? Although the Marshal is brave, he will definitely be gentle with women."
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Hehehe.”
Soon, obscene laughter rang out in the restaurant. If someone who didn't know the situation saw the expressions of the people in the restaurant, they would never imagine that this was the headquarters of the Condemnation Legion. Those who lived and worked here were the elite among the Federation's elites.
But looking back now, it seems like a bunch of gossipy ladies gossiping about all kinds of romantic affairs.
Dirty! It's really dirty! The filth that even mosaics can’t stop!
However, the happy driving of the group was suddenly interrupted by a faint voice.
"Um... have you forgotten that the main control system can monitor what happens inside the restaurant?" So you guys are driving so casually with the Marshal and that young man. Aren't you afraid of revenge from the petty-minded Marshal?
“…”
That faint statement was like a bucket of ice water, cooling down the lively atmosphere in the restaurant.
"...Do you think the marshal will let me go if I confess that I took the wrong medicine?"
"Ha! Ha! What do you think?"
"Ah... Marshal, I know I was wrong!"
"Marshal, I just smoked it, please let me go!"
"Oh, I really didn't say anything just now!"
In the restaurant, the sounds of wailing, apologies and excuses were even louder than when they were driving.
However, will the Marshal let these people go so easily? How is that possible!
Scott was sitting in the office, looking down at the live broadcast fed back to him by the main control system. A strange smile appeared on the corner of the Marshal's icy face.
Fortunately, Rocard was not there, otherwise, if he had seen Scott, this dead iceberg, actually smile, he would have packed his luggage and ran away immediately to seek comfort from his beloved Ahua.
"Master, help me retrieve the task list that has been sitting in the Legion Headquarters' task library for the past hundred years because it is too complicated to be processed."
"Yes, Marshal. The order is being executed. The order has been executed. The file has been sent to the Marshal's computer."
"No, you should distribute the tasks evenly among the people on the list. Since they are so idle, they should do more work. Also, the controller should sort out their training schedules and increase them by 30%. No, let's say 50%. Regular training that is too easy will make people lazy."
"Yes Marshal, mission in progress, mission completed, all missions evenly distributed, general training updated."
Hearing that the main control system had completed the execution of the instructions he issued, the smile on his face faded, and he opened an encrypted file and started working seriously.
As for the elites who remained in the restaurant and apologized in various ways, they soon let out even more heartbreaking and tearful wails.
Those who were about to enter the restaurant for breakfast subconsciously stepped back. They thought that the restaurant was holding an emergency drill today. Otherwise, why did the people in the restaurant become so scary...
The only ones who remained calm were the chefs in those restaurants. I saw that each of them was holding a drink such as milk or vanilla tea in their hands, and next to them were various delicious and cute snacks. As for the accompaniments, they were none other than the elites from the Condemnation Corps headquarters who were wailing outside.
"Children nowadays still don't learn from their experiences."
"That's right, is the Marshal so easily fooled?"
"Haha, you still dare to drive."
"that is."
The chefs looked at each other with smiles on their faces that everyone understood.
Wu Zimo, who walked to the door of the laboratory, didn't know that such a big incident had happened in the restaurant because of him. Could it be considered a tragedy caused by YY's driving?
Just as Wu Zimo used his fingerprint to open the door of the laboratory, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder. When Wu Zimo turned around, he saw a guy with a very obscene smile. No, it should be said that this guy is very obscene even if he doesn't smile.
"… Adjutant Rocard, haven't you ever heard that scaring someone can kill them?!"
He walked without making any sound, and even though he was wearing hard-soled knight boots on the marble floor, he could still appear silently like a ghost. Should Wu Zimo be impressed by the diverse training of Rocard and the others?
Rocard, who was smiling, was interrupted by Wu Zimo before he could even open his mouth. He remembered his habit of suddenly patting Wu Zimo's shoulder just now. Well, this is a game between the sentries. The adjutant forgot for a moment that Wu Zimo was an ordinary person and was indeed easily frightened.
"Hey, sorry, I forgot that you are a normal person, not a sentinel."
Rocard apologized, and Wu Zimo is not the kind of person who likes to hold on to other people's mistakes. However, Wu Zimo didn't know what he remembered, and he looked Rocard up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. Being looked at like this by Wu Zimo, even the thick-skinned Rocard felt a little scared.
Fortunately, Wu Zimo withdrew his gaze after a while, raised his head and said to Rocard, "Come in."
Wu Zimo did not forget that Rokar was dragged away by Luo Ye yesterday. He must have an excuse to escape from Luo Ye's clutches and find him today. No, he must have something important to do.
He led Rocard into his laboratory and told him to find a place to sit down, while Wu Zimo turned around to make tea.
When Wu Zimo entered the laboratory for the first time, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was not only a small tea room in the laboratory, but also a variety of drinks prepared inside, including his favorite green tea.
As for black tea and dark tea, Wu Zimo feels that the taste is a bit strong, so he rarely drinks them. Black tea is only brewed when entertaining guests.
But to be honest, Wu Zimo didn't really treat Rocard as a guest. Thinking that a foreigner like Rocard probably wouldn't like drinking tea, he saw that there was coffee in the tea room, thought about it, and directly made a cup of coffee with milk for Rocard.
"I don't have anything good to offer you, but I think you would like coffee, so I added some milk to it." Wu Zimo said as he placed the steaming coffee cup in front of Rocard.
"Oh, Amo, you are really virtuous. Our Scott is so lucky." Seeing Wu Zimo busying around for him, Rocard started to talk nonsense again.
Wu Zimo rolled his eyes. "Rokar, you really have forgotten the pain after the wound has healed. Do you really think my idol won't suddenly appear again?"
"..."Wu Zimo, you have no sense of entertainment. Our friendship will really end!
"Tell me what you want from me."
Regarding the question of entertainment spirit, he likes to read gossip, but that doesn’t mean he likes to be the protagonist of gossip.
"Yes, yes, I just happened to have something to discuss with you. But, hey, before we get down to business, I'd like to ask you what earth-shattering thing happened between you and Scott last night?"
Rocard asked curiously and moved closer to Wu Zimo, as if he wanted to have a secret conversation with him. As for Wu Zimo, he had no idea what Rocard was asking!
Nothing happened between him and his idol last night!
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