Wang Mingke rubbed his sore neck, looked at the newly built garden outside the window, and spent the whole night working on a report, comparing it with the template his father had given him.
Putting down the document maker and tapping the table with his right hand, he raised his head, smiled, then pushed away the chair and stood up.
He has loved classical style since he was a child, and his father supports him in this regard. The omnic maid opened the door and said, "Master, Babarauer's men are here."
"Ask them in." Wang Mingke walked to the sofa and quietly watched the rude mercenary sitting on his expensive sofa, eating pastries in an extremely indecent posture.
"Commander, guess what we found?" He smiled, revealing several gold teeth. Gold was not precious at the time, and the fact that he could make something like this only showed that this mercenary also had a love for ancient things. This made Wang Mingke's frown relax slightly, and he sat down politely. "Excuse me, what is it?"
The other party took a swig of tea that was worth enough to sell him to the slave market: "We found a group of little boys at that rebel gathering place, hahaha! You know, the kind..."
Wang Mingke slammed his hand on the armrest. "I advise you to just tell me what I'm interested in, or I'll make you and your mercenary group a thing of the past."
"Tsk tsk tsk, the young master has a bad temper. He's not young anymore and can't even take such jokes."
"Need I warn you again?"
"Yes, yes, there is a cult behind this."
"Oh, which one?"
The mercenary smiled and said, "Master, there are more than a dozen of them. They are divided into several different factions. There are also some warlords, some smugglers, and large mercenaries. The water behind them is very muddy."
Wang Mingke covered his face and sighed deeply.
Because his family sent him to this ridiculous place to be an admiral for the purpose of gaining experience, and he could only use his own resources. Fortunately, he had always been frugal, which enabled him to live his ideal life on the alien planet. The flagship Chiyou-class was the most advanced warship of mankind. If it weren't for his dream of changing this civilization, his life would be pretty good now.
"Speaking of which, I heard an admiral went to open up wasteland. I'm afraid it's all gone. Seriously, wasteland can only be opened by people these days. Li He keeps a close eye on it. For example, last time one of my brothers went on a patrol, he ran into Li He. It was said that only one warship survived after deserting the battlefield."
Wang Mingke knew who he was talking about. These two people were from the same class as him, Chen Jing and Vilas.
"I wonder if they are living well now." Wang Mingke of Vilas was not worried, but Chen Jing went to open up the wasteland, and his life or death was uncertain. No one knew whether he could come back. Because he was late, Wang Mingke deliberately did not choose a battleship, but used the Chiyou class given by the family.
The mercenary walked out of the door, and Wang Mingke was still standing by the window, looking at the defense array under construction in low-Earth orbit from afar.
"That's enough. He and I were just ordinary friends. If he dies, he dies. What matters most is realizing my dream."
"The initial report is coming soon, we'll know then."
Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and a clay pot was handed in. Then CY1 walked in and placed the clay pot on Wang Mingke's desk. "Admiral, this is the fish I just made. Eat it while it's hot."
Wang Mingke was having a headache and pointed at the door with a sullen face: "Please go out and do the work I gave you. Don't bother me with this kind of thing."
"It took me a long time." The first ship of the Chiyou class was pure white because it had no paint job. This was also reflected in her humanoid form, which looked as beautiful and pure as a statue.
Wang Mingke picked up a piece of information and said, "I understand. Just leave it here. I'll eat it. Really, don't be so idle. Do more to improve yourself."
"I know." He said he knew it, but he never listened. Seeing her jumping around as she walked, Wang Mingke felt a stomachache.
"How could I have such subordinates... Alas." Unconsciously, he was already eating fish. He had been fed like this in the past few days.
…
Irelia tidied her hair, positioned her sword, and quietly watched Nidhogg, who was at ease across from her.
The black dragon licked the sword in his hand. Others did this to threaten their opponents, but Nidhogg most likely did so because he really wanted to eat it.
Irelia's physical strength was almost gone. Fighting against the black dragon, this was already her limit. The black dragon seemed to have noticed this and commented, "You have been able to control a little bit of the power in you. This is commendable. Believe me, you are far from mastering even one tenth of the power you received from Ymir."
"I know, but I want to do it sooner."
Nidhogg shook his head. "Haste makes waste. Don't force it. Isn't it good to be happy every day?"
"Is that so?" Irelia nodded and walked towards her cabin. When she passed by the roadside, she saw several little girls playing on the hillside. The only peaceful one was that one of the children had a very stiff smile, and the dog in her arms kept licking her chin.
“Hela, this…”
Nidhogg shook his head. "This isn't something I can change. She has to resolve her own emotional issues. However, if you're not afraid of death, you can try to help her."
Irelia's mouth twitched: "Forget it, I still have a stupid sister to support."
"Don't say anything, let's have barbecue tonight."
“All you do is eat meat!”
"I'm going to gnaw on the tree roots when I get back. I need to make up for the work I've missed." Nidhogg stopped and slapped a hand on the book next to him. "I just want to eat more of this delicious thing. The taste of the World Tree is really cruel."
"That really puts you in a difficult position."
"No problem, I want to eat." Nidhogg pointed to his mouth, which was like a black hole.
"Yeah." A gentle smile appeared on Irelia's face. She slowly followed Nidhogg. The children seemed to have heard what was happening on her side and were cleaning up the battlefield.
Irelia looked at the shoes on her feet. They were given to her by the Omnic. They were much more comfortable to wear than before, especially in terms of softness.
The setting sun cast a slanting shadow across the valley, and ice gradually formed where she walked.
…
Varissa was lying on the soft big bed, missing her sister who was far away. Now Joel had gone traveling, but her sister Irelia had chosen another path. Their goals were different, but Varissa was not happy about it. She could feel Irelia's anxiety.
It seems that Irelia has seen some extremely terrifying scene, which is why she said that she must become a god in order to protect her family.
"I wish you success, my little knight."
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