Chapter 30
Arthur sat up with his arms propped up, his body sunk into the soft bed. The wound on his shoulder had been bandaged and tied into a tight knot.
A little sunlight came through the window. Arthur squinted his eyes and got out of bed.
The courtyard was quiet and planted with various plants that Arthur couldn't name. Every hundred meters there was a magnificent spire-like church-like building.
I didn't meet any servants along the way, and there was an inexplicable sense of loneliness in the air.
Arthur walked aimlessly along the wisteria corridor and accidentally walked into a basement.
There is an oil painting on the wall, as big as a window.
Arthur looked up and looked at the young man in the painting.
The young man's half-long ponytail fell to his chest, and his eyes were firm and gentle. He looked into the distance that did not appear in the frame, with a blurry reflection in his eyes.
The person he was gazing at with all his heart remained eternally in the painting with him.
Arthur's mind moved.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind me.
"So you found your way here," the gray-haired old man smiled, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly walked to Arthur. "I thought you had left."
"Old General." Arthur bowed slightly.
The old man showed a surprised expression: "You remembered me?"
Arthur pursed his lips apologetically.
"Too."
The old man sighed and looked up at the person in the painting.
There is some nostalgia in the profile.
Arthur followed suit.
"Is the person in the painting my father?"
After returning from the garden that day, he kept thinking about the old general's words. Later, he sent people to do some investigations. Sure enough, the father in the original world was not his biological father, and his biological father should not have appeared in the original plot.
As for who his biological father is, Arthur still has no clue.
The old general was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed: "I really can't hide it from you. You are very smart, just like your father."
"What about you? What is your relationship with my father?"
Arthur looked at the old general's profile and saw a bitter arc at the corner of the old man's eyes.
"Me? Our relationship?" The old general's gaze lingered on the figure in the painting. "He is the smartest student I've ever taught, more sincere and upright than anyone else. As for my identity, it's not worth mentioning."
Is it really just like that?
Arthur wanted to ask, but the old general changed the subject first.
"How do you feel now?"
Arthur held his shoulders and shook.
"It doesn't hurt anymore..."
"Thank you for saving me."
The last memory came flooding back, causing the wound on his shoulder to ache again. Arthur shook his head, trying to get rid of the chaotic thoughts:
"How did you get there then?"
The old general smiled and patted his head, winking playfully: "I just happened to be passing by, it was just a casual thing. Besides, Guoguo missed you very much."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little beast suddenly appeared from somewhere like a shadow and jumped onto Arthur's shoulder.
The toes deftly avoided the wound, and the scaly black dragon tail landed on Arthur's neck.
"But……"
Arthur tilted his head to look at Guoguo, a little hesitant:
"I am now a criminal of the court. Not only can I not repay you for saving my life, but I will also be a burden to you."
Before Arthur could finish speaking, the old general burst into laughter.
"How do you know I'm not a criminal of the court?"
As the old general finished speaking, Guoguo on his shoulder jumped down with a meow, and with an elegant cat step, he pushed open a secret door at the end of the corridor.
Seeing Arthur stunned, the old general waved his hand:
"Come with me."
Arthur was soon led to a secret room.
The heavy door opened, and a two-meter-high wall of weapons came into Arthur's sight.
Various weapons were hung on the wall, guns, shells, one next to the other, emitting a strong smell of gunpowder.
Arthur suddenly understood something.
"Ammunition?!" He suddenly looked at the old general.
The old general shrugged nonchalantly, grinning with a healthy mouthful of white teeth: "It's just a part-time job."
"Not just weapons," the old general pulled out a secret compartment and pulled out a thick atlas. "I also do some spacecraft business."
The album contained various types of spacecraft, but the old general just flipped through the pages casually, his expression so calm as if he was just reading a recipe.
"But as you can see, I'm old, and it's really hard for an old man like me to do all this alone. So I'm in need of help. Would you consider joining me?"
"I……"
As he was saying this, Arthur's pupils suddenly shrank.
He suddenly raised his hand and pressed a page in the atlas. The spaceship that was so familiar to him was exactly the one Huertu had. However, the number of units sold in the lower right corner of the atlas clearly stated:
one.
There were never two spaceships.
Seventeen was lying to him.
A chill crept up his tailbone, like the toes of a multi-legged insect rubbing against him, making Arthur's scalp tingle.
Arthur couldn't help but think of the "Boss" the female insect shouted before she fired the last shot.
Is it all fake?
Is it all just a trap?
He knew it clearly, that was how he died in the original story, but why, why did it still make him feel so uncomfortable?
The wound began to hurt like needles, and the pain continued to spread outward, and my head felt like it was about to explode.
A voice in his head kept saying—
Fake fake fake fake
Fake!
Arthur suddenly hugged his head.
"Meow!"
Noticing his abnormality, Guoguo screamed and rubbed her head against his forehead.
The old general grabbed his shoulders, his eyes filled with genuine worry. "Calm down, let's not talk about this for now. Let's get out and heal our wounds first."
But now that the physical wounds have healed, can we just ignore the spiritual wounds?
The old general was very nice and didn't mention the secret room or the spaceship again in the next half month.
Every day for the past half month, Arthur has been trying to contact Tutu. He wants to leave here, leave this place where he will go crazy if he stays there any longer.
But Tutu lost contact and he was trapped here.
Being trapped in a corner, I can only torture myself with memories.
Half a month was enough for Arthur to figure out the scam.
From the very beginning, those rebellious female insects were Milo's subordinates, and the so-called love between a man and a woman was just a legitimate excuse for Milo to return to the Seventy-Four Stars.
After returning to his base, he was far away from home and became a discarded pawn.
As for Huertu, he should have been intercepted and threatened by Shiqi as early as when he caught up with them, and cooperated with them to put on a good show.
Seventeen was Milo's adjutant, and it was Seventeen who told him all the news about the spacecraft. Seventeen knew that he was accompanying Milo during the breeding season and had no time to verify the information one by one.
So, even Milo's breeding season is fake?
What about the child, is he fake too?
Why did he believe it? Hadn't he been cheated many times?
Why?
Arthur closed his eyes.
I can't think about it anymore.
The letter was placed on the freshly made bed, and Arthur stood up.
The muzzle on his shoulder had long since healed, leaving behind a tooth-mark-sized scar that would itch during the rainy season.
It's time to go.
It was spring on the planet, and the sunlight made Arthur feel cold all over.
"Are you willing?"
Tutu's voice suddenly rang in his mind, appearing suddenly after disappearing for such a long time. Tutu's voice was uncharacteristically cold, almost like his inner demon.
"Don't you want to ask him face to face why he betrayed you?"
——
"Boss!"
Seventeen quickly caught up and tried to pull Milo back:
"Calm down first, don't rush, we'll take it slow, your body is still..."
"slow?"
Milo looked a little pale.
"I'm already half a month late. I can't wait any longer."
Her palm unconsciously touched her lower abdomen, but stopped suddenly the moment it touched the ground. Her white eyelashes trembled, as if she was about to cry.
But the moment the guards came up, Milo put on the cold mask again.
It's just pretending to be strong.
Seventeen, who knew everything, sighed silently in his heart and walked forward with a smile: "Sir, excuse me for disturbing you, we would like to see the old general."
The guard said nothing, just silently looked at Milo.
After a moment, the guard's face tensed as if he recognized something. "The old general said that if you want to see him, you can go in alone. If you are lucky enough to pass his test, he will grant your wish."
Hearing this, Seventeen frowned: "Boss, think about it again, your body..."
"good."
Milo answered simply and firmly.
"etc!"
When Seventeen remembered to stop the man, all he could see was a receding figure behind the tight access control.
Seventeen shook his head.
He looked around and suddenly approached the guard mysteriously. Seventeen put a hand on his shoulder and flirted with him in a flirtatious manner: "Little brother, please pass on a message for me."
——
The sleeve was wet with blood and cooled in the air, now sticking sticky to the arm.
Milo raised his gun and aimed the last bullet at the old general's forehead.
The old general raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Little brother, you're so heartless. After all, we've met a few times in the military before. Why bother turning swords on each other now?"
A bead of hot blood rolled from his forehead into his eye socket, but Milo didn't even blink.
He stared at the old general in front of the gun:
"Release Arthur."
"What do you mean by let him go? I never tied him up."
"Let me see him."
"Go ahead," the old general said with a gentle smile, "After all, I didn't tie you up."
Milo's grip on the gun suddenly tightened:
"Be careful or I'll kill you!"
"Milo?"
A familiar voice sounded, causing Milo to shudder violently.
Milo looked up suddenly and saw Arthur looking at him in disbelief behind the old general.
The muzzle of the gun was quickly retracted, and Milo stepped forward quickly.
"Hero!"
He stretched out his hand.
Arthur took a step back.
His palm froze in mid-air, like an abandoned child.
The blood dried up bit by bit, turning into withered tear marks. The young man's fingertips trembled and retracted.
Milo gave a wry smile. "I'm just too dirty."
"You're here to kill me."
Arthur looked at him, his tone affirmative.
The last bit of his bitter smile disappeared, and Milo suddenly panicked: "How could it be? Why would I want to kill you——"
Suddenly, Milo realized something and stopped talking.
Yes, the Lord knows nothing yet.
"Yes, I will kill you."
Milo took a step forward, his chin raised and a sarcastic smile on his face.
"If I kill you, will you really give me your life?"
The old general's expression changed and he grabbed his arm: "Little brother, don't go too far."
The bones seemed to be crushed, reminding Milo that he was facing a battle-hardened god of war, and even he could very well die in the next second.
But Milo didn't care about these things.
He just stared into Arthur's eyes, trying to see some movement in them, even just a little bit would be enough.
But the water in the pond was dead silent.
"Can."
"Xiaoyu!" The old general looked at Arthur suddenly.
Arthur's vision flickered.
"grandfather--!"
The originally tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and several people looked at the newcomer.
Seventeen slid into the middle of the three, finishing with a dashing pose. He put two fingers together, thrust them forward from the corners of his eyes, and whistled:
"Grandpa, did you miss me?"
The old general held his forehead and gave Seventeen a slap on the head with his finger.
"You're calling me old again."
"My fault, my fault."
Seventeen slid down on his knees and apologized profusely. He skillfully took the old general's arm and led him out:
"Grandpa, let's go shopping over there."
"Don't worry, nothing will really happen."
After walking several meters, Seventeen whispered.
Knowing that Seventeen did this just to let Arthur and Milo talk alone, the old general sighed: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't let him see Xiaoyu."
Seventeen chuckled.
"Luckily, that young man was quick enough to pass on the message, and fortunately, Grandpa was willing to give me this face."
"But," Seventeen smacked his lips, "Arthur still doesn't know?"
The old general shook his head.
"Alas," Seventeen turned around and looked at the two distant figures behind the hazy grass leaves: "It will be another misunderstanding then."
——
The blood congealed on Milo's hair, staining the young man's white hair.
Arthur paused, as if hesitant.
But in the end, he just stood there with his back straight, looking away: "You ignored your body and took so much effort to break in, wasn't it just to kill me? What are you hesitating about now?"
"yes."
Milo stepped closer and took Arthur's hand:
“It really took a lot of effort.”
Arthur struggled, but stopped when his hand touched Milo's lower abdomen.
The palm of my hand is soft.
Arthur couldn't control the trembling in his heart.
What a loser.
"Is he... okay?" Arthur lowered his eyes.
A light laugh drifted into my ears.
Milo looked at Arthur and smiled a smile so bright that it was almost dreamy: "No more."
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