Chapter 34 Humanoid Weapon 4

Dite and his companions did not think much when they committed the atrocities, but the camera nearby had already recorded everything clearly.

Yan Bei did not handle the matter in the military, but instead sued several people in court in their personal capacity.

In the past few decades, the courts had never accepted such cases, but this time the plaintiff's special status made them dare not treat him specially, because he was the commander-in-chief of the imperial army who was deeply favored by the emperor.

Because of Yan Beiji's important position and the video that served as conclusive evidence, Dite and his colleagues made a quick judgment. Except for Garcia, who had no direct involvement in the incident and was asked to be temporarily suspended for observation, the rest of the people were sentenced to varying years in prison, and their families were also severely affected.

It took Yan Bei several days to deal with these matters, but after the results came out, the remaining troublemakers in the Imperial Army became much more obedient in a short period of time, and the rebels who had been surrounding the Imperial Capital also began to make frequent attempts, trying to find the weaknesses in the Imperial Army's iron-clad defense.

Yan Bei thought that he should lose to the rebels according to the original plan, in a reasonable way that did not arouse suspicion and preferably did not destroy his character.

[The mission seems a little too simple. ]

【Wouldn't it be better to keep it simple? 】

Yan Bei sighed, [Not good. Based on my experience, the plan will never go according to your plan. In addition, the original owner has no memory of this, and the emperor who is rarely mentioned in the original book always makes me feel uneasy. It's like a landmine. I don't know when I will explode.]

[Are you feeling uneasy? Maybe you can try the insurance business that our Quick Wear Bureau has just developed. 】

【Do you get commission? 】

【have.】

【That gives me half the points. 】

…

Lance woke up in the ward. Soon after he sat up, the intelligent doctor at the bedside reminded him that he had a visitor.

There was a knock on the white door, and a strange man in military uniform walked in. Lance didn't recognize his face, but he noticed the blue embroidery and family crest on the corner of his clothes.

This is another nobleman.

He thought secretly in his heart, and at the same time his body tensed unconsciously, and a deep vigilance appeared in his eyes.

Shajia noticed his changes, so instead of moving forward, he placed the bouquet on a table beside him and sat down at the other end of the ward.

"Hello, Lance, I'm Yahyokai. How is your recovery going?"

"Thank you for your concern. It's pretty good."

"That's good. It's really unfortunate that something like this happened."

Lance lowered his head and didn't respond. Shajia glanced at him and said, "You should be able to return to the military soon, but I heard that the new marshal seems to be interested in streamlining the army, so that those who don't want to stay can choose to leave."

He paused, noticing Lance glance up quickly, but still said nothing.

"Did Lance live with the Canucks before he joined the military?"

Lance nodded. "I used to live...in the downtown area."

"Ah, have you heard about the situation in the rebel army? I heard that they never mention birth or bloodline, and all military merits are distributed according to personal ability..."

Lance looked at him in surprise, and Shajia immediately changed the subject, "They are just a bunch of bastards, so they don't care about hierarchy."

Shajia sat for a while, and seeing that Lance had no interest in chatting, he said goodbye. But just as he walked to the door, he heard footsteps passing by Lance's door.

At the same time, their conversation also came into the room.

"Are there any new notifications?"

"Oh, you mean that? I heard before that the new marshal is going to promote someone to be his new adjutant."

"Well, that has nothing to do with us."

"It does say that there are no restrictions on qualifications, military rank, or position, and the selection will be open through assessment."

“It’s just a nice way of saying it.”

"Yeah, they're the best at defining what's fair anyway."

The two walked away, and Shajia looked back at the person on the bed and said, "Then I will leave first, so as not to disturb your rest time."

He opened the door and went out.

-

In the evening, Yan Bei stayed alone in the study, which was his private residence, also a gift from the emperor. Along with the residence came a caring housekeeper.

The defense line in the southwest of the imperial capital has been frequently harassed by the enemy recently. The enemy is flexible and cunning. Every time they appear, they almost never engage in direct combat with the defenders, and there are almost no casualties, but every time they cause heavy losses to equipment and arsenals.

Yan Bei put down the war report that complained and shirked responsibility, and picked up another document. This was the result report of his request to the military to help him select an adjutant. Two outstanding young talents also entered the final round. The result has been out for several days, and Yan Bei needs to give the military his final choice tomorrow.

Of the two pieces of information, one was, as expected, the information of Yahyokai disguised as Sha Jia, and the other was that of a thin young man who looked a little familiar.

Yan Bei actually didn't have much to worry about when to choose his adjutant. After all, it was obviously more prudent to be able to monitor the protagonist directly under his nose than to have a spy who might be sent by other forces.

After all, he did this to lure the protagonist in. On the one hand, he could keep him by his side, and on the other hand, he could reveal the information the protagonist wanted, as well as the weaknesses of the capital army and himself, to help the rebels defeat him as soon as possible. This was simply killing two birds with one stone, so he prepared to choose the final result without hesitation.

At this moment, all the warning lights in the mansion lit up in an instant.

…

Looking at the guy who broke into his house in the middle of the night, Yan Bei fell into deep thought.

The guy was soaked all over, with his short black hair sticking to his scalp and water dripping from the ends of his hair, so he couldn't have tried to sneak in from the stream in the garden outside, right?

Yan Bei tried hard to recall the name he had just seen on the document, "Lan... Si?"

"Yes, sir!" Lance immediately stood up straight subconsciously, but Yan Bei remained silent again.

He stood in the room, looking quite uneasy. Yan Bei thought for a moment, then waved his hand to let the butler standing at the door leave.

The butler was a young, upright and respectable young man. He looked at Yan Bei deeply, didn't say much, just closed the door respectfully and left.

Yan Beimin noticed that the moment the door was closed, the tense expression of the person in front of him seemed to relax a little.

He slowly leaned back on the chair, then crossed one leg over the other, raised his head slightly and looked at Lance, "Can you tell me now? What exactly brought you here in the middle of the night?"

Lance stood in front of the commander in a daze. His face was perfect, as if the goddess of beauty had descended from the sky. His long silver hair was as smooth as a scarf, and his silver pupils and face were as perfect as a sculpture. However, when he talked to him, his lips opened and closed on his fair skin, and you could see a few cute teeth.

Cute? He actually imagined a powerful commander like this. Shaka felt ashamed of his own imagination. How could he imagine it like this?

He suddenly hesitated, wondering if he should bother the commander with such a matter.

He remembered that when he was wandering outside the door just now, he touched the mechanism at the door and the alarm sounded instantly. The lights in the entire Marshal's Mansion were lit up, countless weapons were pointed at him, and personal soldiers rushed out.

"Don't move!" He was pushed to the ground before he could even react. He heard someone calling "Marshal" and a strong light shone on his face.

"Raise your head!" A sharp shout rang out, and then a hand pinched his chin and lifted his face up.

A shadow slowly loomed over him, and a voice that was so familiar to him rang out, "Is it you?"

What should he do?

Calm down Lance and tell the commander what good it would be for the leader to choose him.

Thinking of this, he slowly calmed down his thoughts, and then slowly asked, "Commander, do you have a candidate for adjutant in mind?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"I have some suggestions that I hope you will listen to."

"What?" Yan Bei wanted to raise his eyebrows subconsciously, but he was disappointed to find that the original owner was paralyzed and could not make such flexible movements.

Lance didn't notice his little move, because he was trying hard to stop his words from belittling his opponent, "...Babinghai is a noble family. Although he is indeed powerful, his interpersonal relationships in the army are complicated, and the interests of the nobles are intertwined. Marshal, you don't understand many situations in the army, and what you have done in recent days is not conducive to the changes of the nobles. If you choose Babinghai, there is no guarantee that he will not secretly collude with the nobles to do things that are not conducive to you..."

"In that case, Commander, why don't you choose me as your adjutant? I have no one to rely on and no background. Commander, you saved my life, and I am willing to offer all my loyalty to you, the Marshal."

After saying that, Lance knelt down on one knee, stretched out his right hand and placed it on his left chest, looking at Yan Bei eagerly.

The latter, who was being stared at by him, fell into a longer silence and deeper thought.

Yan Bei was surprised that he came here for this matter. Although what he said was reasonable.

But? But what is the origin of this 'Eight Ice Sea'? Is there anyone who knows it better than him?

Tsk, an unnecessary variable appeared.

After a while, Lance changed his clothes and left the mansion. Butler Claude stood by the window and watched his leaving back for a long time.

-

In the evening, Shajia contacted Buck again and sent him the information he had collected in the past few days.

After receiving his intelligence, the teacher decided to launch a surprise attack in the southwest at night to catch the Imperial Army off guard.

Thanks to his special means, he was able to thrive in the dangerous empire. With his and his teacher's cooperation, the rebel army seemed to be on the verge of conquering the imperial capital.

The Imperial Army here has been doing nothing, and the new commander who looks very powerful doesn't seem to be very capable.

With such a complacent mentality, Shaka fell asleep, but the nightmare came on time.

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

In the dream that was still shrouded in mist and in which nothing could be seen clearly, a young man's voice kept calling him.

Until the sound became smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, until the sky was bright.

Shajia arrived at the military headquarters early in the morning. There were much fewer people in the military headquarters than he had seen in the past few days. He casually asked an acquaintance and, as expected, learned that a small conflict had broken out between the transport team and the Radiation Army, and the commander was dispatching personnel to provide support.

"Then you don't have to go over there?" asked Shajia.

The acquaintance curled his lips, with an expression on his face as if he was looking at a fool.

Shajia ignored him and continued to walk to the other side. He had just received news yesterday that a few strangers suddenly appeared at the military hospital, and he was going to go and see for himself.

Because of the conflict that had just broken out, one injured person after another was sent to the hospital. Sha Jia walked around in the hospital, but didn't find anything worth noting.

Until a white figure passed by him.

The white edge of the clothes passed by, and the familiar pattern flashing on it suddenly reminded him of the scene in his dream. In that recurring nightmare, he watched helplessly as the edge of the clothes slipped away from his hands time and time again. He couldn't catch anything, but this time - he subconsciously grabbed the edge of the clothes.

It was a dark green pattern with a sword passing through the middle of a ring formed by two snakes connected end to end.

The man whose clothes were suddenly grabbed noticed his sudden action, then he turned around and looked at Shajia with a strange and indifferent face, his eyes full of boredom and impatience as he looked at him.

The moment he saw this face, Shaka suddenly realized that this was the Capital Military Hospital, not his strange dream.

"What's the matter?" The man, who was dressed differently from other doctors but looked like a doctor, asked him coldly.

Shajia's heart was still beating wildly, that was the excitement of finally finding some clues after years of searching.

But he subconsciously put on a teasing expression, and the reaction was completed in an instant, so the strange man in front of him did not notice his abnormality.

"Doctor, my arm hurts so much. Can you check it for me first?" He said with a grin, then turned his head to signal the doctor to look at the chaotic scene in front of him, which was as busy as a spinning top.

The strange man subconsciously followed his gaze and took a look. Most of them were lower-class soldiers, but the guy in front of him, judging by his uniform and relaxed posture, was obviously the son of an official from a noble family.

Oh, damn the privileged class. The man was not moved by his words, but reached out and pulled back the corner of his clothes forcefully: "If you are sick, go see a doctor, it's useless to come to me."

However, considering that he was in uniform, the man still found a doctor for him, and then he turned around and left without hesitation.

Shajia squinted her eyes and watched his hastily leaving back, until he walked to a place where he was blocked by a wall of people and could no longer be seen.

The young doctor beside him was waiting to examine him. He cooperated by lifting his sleeves to reveal his tiny scrapes. The moment the doctor saw his wounds, he was silent for a moment, but he did not say much. He was still doing his job conscientiously to treat the wounds that were not really wounds at all, even though there were many other injured people with broken arms and legs waiting for his treatment.

While bandaging the wound, Shajia had been trying to get some information about the guy from the young doctor, but unfortunately, the doctor knew very little about the man. In the end, all he was able to find out was that they were mysterious but had great power. As for where they belonged, what they did, and who they obeyed, these were not things they knew.

Even more suspicious?

After realizing that there was probably no way to get any more information, Shajia decisively withdrew his arm, stopped wasting medical resources, and left.

-

late at night.

Shajia sat alone at the bar.

The light was dim and the figures were noisy.

While waiting for someone, he couldn't help but recall the past.

Shajia came here secretly without telling his teacher. He started having dreams half a year ago.

The dream was filled with familiar scenes.

At first, the memory of the dream would disappear completely after waking up. He could not remember that he had a whole night of dreaming. However, the strong emotions of pain, powerlessness, and hatred would always linger in his mind after waking up, making him fall into deep despair.

Later, he began to recall the contents of his dream bit by bit. Later, the fog in the dream dissipated bit by bit, and he was able to see some things clearly, such as the corner of the clothes with the dark green pattern.

But no matter how clear the dream was, he could never clearly see the face of the "brother" who was forced to separate from him.

Until vague clues led him to the imperial capital.

Shajia is an orphan who was picked up by Mr. Clive in the ruins eight years ago and has been studying with him ever since.

He has no identity chip and no memory, he is a completely blank person. If he appeared in the federal government, such a person with no background would be arrested as an alien under the emperor's new order. However, in the uncontrolled radiation zone, his fate would not be much better, and he would most likely die as a consumable material for the underground research institute.

Fortunately, the person who picked him up was Clive, a well-known good guy in the slums.

At that time, he looked like he had just come down from the battlefield, thin, terrified, stunned, and speechless. Although he had no wounds on his body, he had no reaction to the outside world.

It looked like he couldn't survive in the Fallout Zone alone even if he wasn't sold on the black market.

But Clive took care of him for a long time after picking him up. At first, he took care of him as carefully as a young child, starting with the most basic pronunciation and speaking.

A few months later, with the help of his teacher, he recovered from that extremely traumatic state and finally returned to normal at an unimaginable speed.

But he still had no memory of the time before he woke up, so he did not leave and began to follow Teacher Cliff to help him. The teacher's identity was not simple. Although Shaka could not tell why, a person born in the slums would never have the opportunity to learn and know so many things. The teacher taught him many things, including fighting, guns, intelligence, and even the control of superpowers.

He studied hard and devoted all his time to it, especially to fighting.

He was busy all day, not daring to stop, constantly hammering his body and soul in blood and death. His teachers and companions did not support his behavior. Sometimes he himself was confused. Why did he work so hard? Was it because of fear? Or that vague fear that had been affecting him for a long time, a fear that was there and not there but could never be shaken off, like a rope around his neck.

[Be stronger... Be stronger! Never again! Never again lose him because of your weakness...]