Chapter 8 Be my queen. The water drops slid down the bridge of my nose and landed on...
At the same time, Uriel also got Bai Ling's physical examination data.
Peregrine falcon bloodline, SSS agility, amputated 2 months ago... That's great, more suitable for their project than the pilot he had found before.
Due to the engineering properties of mechas, many civilian families will also purchase mechas and take on jobs to support their families.
Among them, 70% of the pilots are of bird descent. They are good at withstanding the extreme gravity of diving downwards and are born to do this.
However, operating a mecha is very dangerous. Birds have hollow bones and are prone to comminuted fractures or even amputation if an accident occurs. The cost of regenerating a severed limb is as high as millions, which is simply not affordable for working-class families. Therefore, many wounded soldiers in the mecha circle retire in tears.
As a mecha engineer, Uriel has always wanted to develop a mecha that can be easily operated by disabled birds.
However, the initial investment is high, but the actual purchasing market is limited. Which manufacturer would be willing to invest?
Just when Uriel was at his wit's end, his powerful uncle suddenly sent him a message, promising to help him.
Uriel was ecstatic, but also asked cautiously why his uncle was willing to do a business that would lose money.
The mermaid murmured over there:
"I had a dream about an old friend who was disabled. I don't remember the details, but he must have passed away."
Uriel: "Ah, is it your friend in real life?"
The mermaid smiled and said, "No, it was just a dream."
Did you just make an investment of 50 million star coins based on a dream? Others might be dumbfounded, but when Uriel thought about the good deeds his uncle had done when he was in power, it was not surprising.
Because the mermaid is that kind of monarch.
On the one hand, he controls the situation with an iron fist, and on the other hand, he favors the vulnerable groups - as if he is wearing two masks, one positive and one negative, which are extremely contradictory. They make people feel awe, fear, and yet cannot help but be controlled by him.
Uriel dared not disobey him. Even though the mermaid has abdicated, her power remains in people's hearts. Uriel was also very respectful this time, reporting the progress in great detail:
"Hello, our experimental pilot has just passed the test. His flight control data is very good. I believe it will contribute to our project."
"However, he is a little malnourished and has low blood sugar. It's a pity that he refuses to stay at the base permanently, otherwise we would definitely hold his wings and give him good nourishment."
Yu Chen was listening at his desk and asked, "Malnourished alpha?"
"He's an omega."
"Omega..." Yu Chen muttered, and couldn't help but think of the bird that was so thin that his ribs could be touched.
Uriel thought he was brewing displeasure, so he quickly explained, "Because now the tyrant is in power, the government doesn't take omegas seriously. Not only does it withhold the rationed milk, it also condones alphas to commit crimes."
"What kind of crime?" Yu Chen leaned forward slightly.
"To indulge the alpha guardians and turn a blind eye to their abuse and refusal to comfort the omegas."
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As night falls, the salty sea breeze drives the lingering mist onto the land. The lights in the square were dim, making the pedestrians appear shadowy. Bai Ling sat on the bench, looking up at the dark grey foggy scene, feeling as if he was in a dream.
After leaving the society, he did not return to the palace immediately. Anna allowed him to withdraw his salary in advance, so he bought electrical wires to repair the palace.
With 200 star coins left, he originally planned to go to a thrift store to buy a second-hand coat to prepare for the heavy snow. When he passed a candy store, he couldn't help but stop and bought a small bag of old-fashioned milk candy.
I counted them and found there were only 20.
I'm really losing my mind... Bai Ling cursed himself for being extravagant while carefully unpacking the candy. A gust of wind blew, and the overfilled canvas bag tilted to the side, and a bottle of medicine fell out of the zipper.
Bai Ling picked it up reluctantly.
That was the A-type hormone prescribed for him by Doctor Lin. He was also told to take it on time every day.
Bai Ling hated this medicine. Because pharmaceutical companies always make the pills very large, his throat is tight and the pills always get stuck when he swallows them, causing him to feel nauseous and retching.
So he is always a little scared when taking medicine.
Bai Ling decided to make it quick, so he unscrewed the lid, poured the pills into his palm, and swallowed two of them. Ugh, I'm choking...
The bitter taste lingered in his throat, so he quickly peeled a candy and held it in his mouth like a life-saving straw.
It still tastes like my childhood.
Sure enough, when it’s cold in winter, you just have to eat something sweet.
The fog was thicker than before. The scattered pedestrians had disappeared, leaving only a few blurry figures in the square.
Bai Ling knew what they were doing. Rummaging through the trash cans, poking their heads out one by one along the main road.
If you are lucky, you can pick up leftovers thrown away by nearby restaurants when they close. But it is winter now, and restaurant business is not good. There is a high probability that there will be no dishes to serve. I can only return to my tent hungry and wrap myself tightly with torn cotton quilts.
Bai Ling looked at those figures in a daze.
After a while, one of the people who returned empty-handed started crying and cursing, throwing the bottle:
"Fuck your empire, fuck your Isuparaiso! You devil, you destroyed my family, go to hell."
The bottle drew an arc in the air and hit the sculpture in the square hard.
"He seems to be making a veiled accusation." A sighing voice came from behind.
Bai Ling immediately stood up and kept some distance. In front of him stood a man with a ragged black hat and an unshaven beard, looking at him with bright blue eyes.
"Are you beta?" Bai Ling had just taken sex hormone A and didn't want to get into trouble.
The homeless man nodded. "It's easy to tell. Marine garbage, social workers, we betas all have the same exhausted face."
This man has a standard accent, a trained tone, and is very talkative:
"What about you? I guess you're an omega. Although you're quite tall, your face is full of vigilance. You must have had a lot of bad experiences."
Bai Ling did not deny it, but just said: "Is there anyone in this country who has not had a bad experience?"
The tramp laughed and asked, "So, do you believe those words too?"
"What?"
"The Mermaid Emperor was a demon... He poisoned the children's milk and put rat poison in the milk candies distributed in the school. He also sent the rebellious alphas to the artificial moon to grow potatoes... These words."
"That sounds like something he would do," Bai Ling said expressionlessly, "At least when I was a kid in the shelter, I could eat fresh potatoes for every meal."
In one sentence, both the previous emperor and the current emperor were insulted.
"Haha, you're really good at it. I like it!"
There was more sincerity in the tramp's eyes.
"I've just been here for a short time. I'm a bridge gangster, a tramp, whatever you want to call me. But I still have a legitimate business. I set up a stall on a chair in the small park and tell tarot cards for people."
As he spoke, he pulled out a deck of cards from his pocket and brushed them aside with his blue-frozen hands, but with a contented smile on his face:
"Come on, draw one, it's my treat. It's so cold, I'd rather treat you to a glass of gin, but my financial situation doesn't allow it."
Bai Ling didn't want to disappoint his enthusiasm, so he drew a card:
It was a woman wearing a pearl necklace and a crown.
The tramp took it back, his eyes slightly widened, "Oh, the queen in the right position."
Bai Ling didn't know how to tell fortunes, so she smiled faintly: "Do you foresee that I will become the queen?"
I'm afraid that's not quite accurate.
In his previous life, he had always been a bandit revolutionary. It was impossible for him to become the queen, but kidnapping the queen was almost the same thing.
"No, no, no," the homeless man announced in a broadcast voice, "Queen is a warm and generous mother, which means you are in for a sweet and rich relationship."
Such a familiar accent... Bai Ling felt like he had heard this voice somewhere before.
The tramp was afraid that he would not believe him, so he patted his chest and assured him: "Although I have only learned divination for three days, I have a feeling that you will get the happiness you deserve."
As it should be...
Bai Ling recalled his past life of wandering and loneliness, and laughed at the homeless man's divination result:
"Thank you, I hope so."
Before leaving, Bai Ling gave the remaining change to the other party and reminded:
"It's going to snow soon. You'd better get up at three in the morning and go to the garbage dump in the rich area to grab a few more quilts. You can sleep at the foot of the statue. There is a dead corner there that can block the wind."
The homeless man stood there in shock.
He spoke seriously and carefully, as if he had experienced the life of wandering personally.
Facing the cold frosty wind, Bai Ling tightened his thin coat and walked forward against the wind with his head lowered.
At this moment, a ray of light looked down over his head. He turned around subconsciously and found that it was the searchlight of the sculpture goddess.
Not far away, a tramp took off his hat and held it tightly against his chest.
Bowing deeply to him.
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It was almost dawn when we got back to the palace waterway. Bai Ling was exhausted but he didn't dare to relax, as he was afraid of encountering the big-tailed water monster again.
Coming to the previous exit, Bai Ling pushed the lid up hard, but it was locked. He was startled and immediately turned around, holding his breath and looking for another exit.
In the rippling darkness, a faint ray of light was scattered.
Bai Ling swam hard towards the light. As the light spread wider and wider in his retina, he felt relieved and was about to take a deep breath after breaking through the water.
“Hmm!”
A hand covered his mouth and he was pulled over violently.
Bai Ling suddenly opened his gray eyes wide. The man covering his mouth was extremely excessive. He actually pressed his thumb on his tongue and clasped his jaw with the remaining four fingers - this was a way of playing in the prisoner-of-war camps, which allowed the person to only breathe but not make any sound.
Damn, who is it!
Bai Ling's mouth was roughly stuffed with a thumb, and his tongue was trembling as he tasted the cold precious metal on the jewel ring. He struggled to look up, but was stunned for a moment.
...big golden retriever?
Yu Chen held the bird captive while talking lazily to the people outside:
"...I'm surprised you came to see me so late, Christopher. I hope you're not in any trouble."
Christopher?
This is the tyrant's nickname!
Bai Ling wanted to stick his head out of the pool to look, but Yu Chen pushed him back. Christopher Cade, who was standing outside, heard the noise and asked suspiciously:
"What's that sound?"
Yu Chen said casually: "It was my midnight snack, and it accidentally fell into the pool."
Bai Ling:?
A snort and peck you.
When he was bitten on the base of his right hand, Yu Chen felt no pain at all and even felt like teasing. He twisted the disobedient bird's tongue, then pulled out his thumb and tapped the bird's lips, as if silently scolding it.
The movement was so gentle that Bai Ling's cheeks turned red for no reason.
He felt something was wrong and started trying to struggle again.
Yu Chen sighed softly, and to prevent the bird from flapping its wings, he simply pulled the wires on his prosthetic limb once and for all, and pressed the bird and its artificial leg against the high wall of the pool. He lowered his head and whispered:
"Shh, be obedient."
When Bai Ling raised his head, his nose hit the wet chest.
This guy must have been swimming, and when someone came, he just put on a bathrobe. The robe was made of black silk, and when it got wet it became like a transparent membrane, revealing his muscular figure.
What a slutty thing!
Bai Ling turned away from his face and turned to the side, breathing hotly on his cheek.
There seemed to be a rotten wood scent in the air, and the smell permeated his nostrils eternally. Bai Ling didn't pay much attention to it. He took two more breaths and felt his head starting to feel slightly dizzy.
Maybe I fainted from soaking in cold water...
Yu Chen seemed to realize that Shui Leng was cold, and turned around and ordered the tyrant to leave: "Anything else?"
Cade gnashed his teeth and said, "You're driving me away before I even say a few words? You old blind man, let's see how long you can live."
"Just as you said," Yu Chen said slowly, while holding Bai Ling's thigh underwater, like catching a silver fish trying to escape, and shaking it in his palm:
"I am just an old man with a declining life and I can't see anything..."
I pinched down along the slightly fleshy base of the legs and felt the cold mechanical tissue.
A wonderful and rugged little thing.
Yu Chen's mood inexplicably improved, and he continued:
"So I'm in a very bad state. There's absolutely no need for you to waste your time here."
Bai Ling's mouth twitched when he heard this. Yes, you are down and out, and you play with the tyrant's pet in front of him.
Kaide sneered: "As long as you hand over the imperial scepter, I will naturally give you peace!"
"Christopher, you really disappoint me."
Yu Chen's voice became a little colder. Although he didn't raise his voice, Cade felt a chill down his spine and he subconsciously shrank back.
If an outsider saw this, he would be horrified: Could the tyrant of the New Empire actually be so fearful?
Yu Chen: "Get lost."
Cade slammed the door and left like an octopus whose tentacle had been stepped on.
This scene is really puzzling.
Bai Ling couldn't understand why the tyrant, who had always been so arrogant, was frightened by a single word and left like that.
Who is this wavy omega next to him...?
Bai Ling recalled the key words he had just heard, the old man, the imperial scepter... Suddenly a light flashed through his mind, and Bai Ling suddenly realized - staying in the dilapidated palace, with a high position of power and the ability to order the tyrant, and with a scepter in his hand, this must be -
The old emperor’s widow, the queen mother of the previous dynasty!
I see. The mermaid emperor had never actually signed the abdication edict, and the scepter symbolizing imperial power must still be in his hands. If the late emperor was dead, the tyrant would definitely imprison his omega and use him to interrogate the whereabouts of the scepter.
That makes sense.
Because if it was Bai Ling, he would definitely kidnap Dabolang.
Suddenly, Bai Ling had a bold idea...
After the tyrant left, Yu Chen took a step back and gentlemanly let Bai Ling go, letting him leave.
However, the bird clamped its legs together, turned over and twisted its body, and suddenly flipped Yu Chen into the pond. Bai Ling pressed his mechanical knee firmly on his depressed heart, stretched out his hand to grab his slightly curly blond hair, looked down at him, and said jokingly:
"Instead of hiding in the bathhouse, Queen Mother, why don't you be my queen?"
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