Imperial capital.

Council.

Rows of palace attendants brought in fresh flower pots with their heads bowed and obediently, and left in an orderly manner after arranging them. There was no movement throughout the process, and His Majesty, who was in the inner cabinet of the Council, was not disturbed.

A faint light quietly lit up on the branches and leaves of the most inconspicuous flowerpot in the corner.

"You just let Ellan Snow go? His wounds haven't healed yet. I heard he fainted at the ship's door and hasn't woken up yet."

Dean Pei stood beside the table and smiled when he heard this, "I also didn't expect that the second deep destruction would last so long. It seems that the Institute didn't clean it up thoroughly fifteen years ago, so he desperately hid a memory deep in his brain."

Emperor Roshi snorted coldly: "What now?"

Dean Pei: "After the second destruction, given the limits of human emotions, it is absolutely impossible for him to remember anything again. However, the chip I implanted in his brain was slightly damaged, so the feedback of his mental fluctuations may be delayed in the future."

Seeing Emperor Roche frown, Dean Pei quickly added: "But from now on, Elansno will not disobey any of your orders. Even if his legs are broken, he will crawl over to you as long as you want to see him."

"It is inevitable that he will be weak for a few days after being destroyed. As for the injuries... I have already given him a hint, so you can rest assured."

Emperor Luoshu's frown finally relaxed: "I'm at ease with you doing the work."

…

Somewhere in the palace.

Lanzhouhe was wearing a listening device and transmitting intermittent audio to be decoded.

His brows were furrowed, he was careless, he didn't expect that there was something in the meeting room that could block strange signals. The eavesdropping device he sent in and tied to the branches was already the latest technology in the Federation, but the audio transmitted was still interfered with and disordered.

[Zizi...zizi...zizi...leaving...the...institute...climbing...from...memories...]

After trying it countless times, I still only got a few words of information, and I didn't even know if they were valid words.

Egypt. Li. Institute. Climb. Memory.

Lan Zhouhe thought for a moment, wrote down these words, then erased his traces and left. He didn't know the "Institute", but the Institute knew it.

This term is very special. In the entire imperial capital, only the institute under the jurisdiction of Dean Pei can be called a research institute.

After he accidentally saw Elansno fainting at the feet of Emperor Roche last time, he did not see Elansno once in the following half month, which was said to be a punishment.

For some reason, he cared a lot about this matter. He always felt that there was a secret behind it that the royal family dared not reveal.

Now that he had some clues, he started investigating from the research institute.

——

First Army Base.

infirmary.

The moment Gong Du opened his eyes, the instruments around him started beeping, and soon, a group of doctors in protective suits gathered outside.

"woke up!"

"The Admiral is awake!"

"Quick, go and tell Adjutant Kang Quan to come over!"

After a series of examinations, more than half an hour passed. Kane looked at the final examination results and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He muttered, "This is really weird. Apart from the fever and marks on his limbs, the admiral actually has no fatal injuries. How could he have been unconscious for so many days..."

After all, considering the Admiral's physical condition, apart from his poor stomach, he had lost half his life on the battlefield, but he could still eat as if nothing had happened... It was really strange.

Kang Quan didn't know where he came from, sweating all over, and asked quickly: "How is the general?"

"Originally, it's nothing serious. The admiral has been moved to a side room for further observation. Once the second round of examinations shows nothing wrong, he can be restored to normal. Go in and ask the admiral what happened. Did His Majesty really torture the admiral? Hey, hey, hey——"

Kane quickly grabbed Kang Quan and said, "I haven't finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Kang Dog: "Anything else to say?"

He had something on his mind, his brows were drawn down and his lips were tightly pursed.

"It's not a big deal." Dr. Kane released his hand holding Kang Quan's sleeve and looked at his face carefully. He wondered why this adjutant Kang Quan looked like he wanted to eat someone. He ordered, "The admiral hasn't eaten for more than half a month. You have experience, so take good care of him and don't let him eat anything out of the blue."

"Okay, I understand."

Kang Quan agreed, turned around and went into the infirmary.

"So anxious," Kane shook his head, "young man..."

…

medical room.

Gong Du leaned against the head of the bed with his clothes on, his back resting on the pillow that Kang Quan had brought him.

"These are what happened in the army during your absence. I have temporarily put aside the matters that cannot be decided. As for those that have already been handled, if you think there is something inappropriate, you can make changes." Kang Quan routinely reported on the military affairs of the First Army that he had handled beyond his authority.

"There's nothing inappropriate. Just do as you did before."

"yes."

The infirmary fell silent again. Kang Quan couldn't help but squeeze the document in his hand, wondering whether he should ask about the plan...

Gong Du held the glass quietly, with both wrists wrapped in soothing bandages, and a faint smell of medicine wafting out.

Kang Quan looked at him and said, "General, did His Majesty torture you?"

"No, why would you think so?"

"Then you were unconscious for so many days?"

“…”

Half a beat later, the admiral stretched out his finger and pressed his temple, "...I almost forgot that it was me who asked Your Majesty to punish me. Those old guys in the administrative department didn't like me, and Your Majesty was in a difficult position, so I asked to be chained and hung for a few days."

Kang Quan couldn't help but ask: "Just like that?"

"What else?"

The cup was handed to Kang Quan, and Gong Du glanced over the military affairs he had handled before, and took the time to look up: "Do you have anything else to say?"

The things on that list were so chilling that Kang Dog couldn't even keep his palms warm.

【“… Kang Dog?”

"It's me, Admiral."

"Um."】

The conversation the admiral had before he fell into a coma a few days ago was very clear and entered a loop in Kang Quan's mind. The admiral trusted his subordinate.

After calming down, Kang Quan let out a sigh of relief: "There is something. Last time I was in the military command system..."

"--Hmm? A wanted warrant?" the Admiral asked in confusion. "Why don't I remember issuing a wanted warrant for this guy?"

He showed the browser interface to Kang Dog, "Did you give the order?"

Kang Quan's unfinished words were stuck in his stomach. He followed the admiral's gaze and looked:

[Warrant:

A young man with golden eyes, a sturdy figure, and long black hair. He used to haunt Silicon Blue City. Anyone who sees him should arrest him, but his life should not be harmed.]

Kang Quan was slightly stunned.

He remembered this arrest warrant. It was the order issued after the young master of Su Tu was shot and injured by two people who appeared out of nowhere during the last hunt for him in Silicon Blue City. How could the admiral have forgotten it?

Carefully observing the admiral's expression, Kang Quan did not find any clues: "Then... Young Master Su Tu, do you still remember him?"

"Yes, I remember."

Kang Quan hesitated: "You gave this order. Young Master Su Tu was rescued by two strangers in Silicon Blue City. You issued arrest warrants for all three of them. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh? I did it?"

There was only a slight fluctuation in his tone, and his eyes fell on the word "golden pupils". After a moment, the admiral looked away calmly, "A-level hunting order is too mild, change it to a wanted order of the same level."

A hanging order, regardless of life or death.

For some reason, Kang Quan could no longer finish the sentence that was blocked.

The admiral still looked nonchalant, no different from before, but he felt that something was different, and there was an inexplicable chill lingering on his back.

"...Yes, I will go first."

"Wait," the admiral called him, "Will the batch of munitions that will be used to fill the arsenal in two months pass through the chaotic magnetic field in front of the northwest star field?"

"Yes, the arsenal is needed urgently. Although the chaotic magnetic area is dangerous, it takes more than half the time of other routes."

The Admiral nodded: "I will escort that shipment myself."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

After he left, Gong Du lifted a strand of silver hair that was scattered on her shoulders.

After a long while, he smiled inexplicably: "...Actually, the black one looks better."

The small ball of light flashed in his sea of ​​consciousness without saying anything.

——

"Teacher! It's time to eat!"

Jin Daiqi's voice came from next door.

The early morning sunlight shone on the windowsill of Lan Xia's bedroom. There were two flower pots on the windowsill. One was planted with sunflowers, which were growing luxuriantly, while the other was still bare.

"Come up as soon as you finish watering!"

Lan Xia responded from the window, took the kettle, poured some water into her hands, and then carefully dripped it into the middle of the bare flowerpot.

A small hole was formed in the soil, and a tiny seed lay inside.

After Lan Xia finished watering the pond, he raised his hand to set up a mental shield before leaving with peace of mind.

Since Shoubing took over Xiguang's small kitchen, the food quality of Lanxia and his team has been rising sharply. The three meals a day are never the same, and the combination of meat and vegetables is reasonable.

Lan Xia kept all his favorite sweets on hand, but after his stomach problems improved, he had no restrictions on eating sweets and almost never touched staple foods.

Shoubing was in charge of cooking. Jin Daiqi naturally told him about Lan Xia's stomach problems. Shoubing was used to it at first, but later he became more and more upset. However, he could not resist Lan Xia's gentle and smiling questions. "Xiaobing, is there a lack of dessert today?" "Yesterday's mango pie was delicious. Do you have more?" "I taught you until very late today. Can I have a meal tomorrow?"

…

Until Lan Xia almost had another stomachache.

Since then, Lan Xia ate less and less sweets, almost always only taking two or three bites of each kind.

Jin Daiqi: "After planting for so long, the teacher's seed hasn't sprouted yet?"

Lan Xia: “No, it has always been like that.”

"The violet is extinct. The one in the teacher's hand may be the only one. The flower of the empire is inevitably difficult to grow," Alger said with a smile, "Sit down quickly."

"Today's bite is less than yesterday's," Lan Xia noticed almost at a glance after sitting down at the table.

"Your dessert today is easily digestible cream mousse and cherry milk." Turning a deaf ear to Lan Xia's accusations, Shou Bing took a spatula and served up breakfast for Alge and Jin Daiqi.

Shoubing never expected that in just two months, he had adapted so well to the position of chef. In the words of Mr. Lan Xia, although his mental strength had not improved at all, his cooking skills had reached perfection.

He also had a pretty good understanding of the personalities of Xiguang and the other three people who had the final say. Aljie was steady and mature, Jin Dai was delicate and naive, and as for Mr. Lanxia...

She is gentle and elegant on weekdays, but very strict when guiding his mental strength. However, when it comes to sweets, she is as stubborn as a child.

Lan Xia poked Shoubing's spatula and said, "It's really getting less and less."

Shoubing lowered his head and met Lanxia's eyes.

For a moment, I saw a golden-eyed kitten begging for food.

“…”

I can't stand it anymore.

Save

Shoubing looked towards Alger for help.

"Ahem!" Alger received the signal successfully. "Teacher, I found out that the recent actions of the Northwest Star Region are due to the First Legion."

Lan Xia's attention was drawn to it: "What do you mean?"

"Rat Ridge City is on the outskirts of the black market. Yesterday, I took a few brothers to the inner circle of the black market and spent some money to buy information near the Gray River forces."

"Three days later, the Chaos Magnetic Zone not far from the Northwest Star Region will transport a batch of arms to the First Legion base. Many people are eyeing this batch of goods. Now, various forces should have deployed personnel in the Chaos Magnetic Zone, including Xinghui, mercenaries, and perhaps Huihe will also intervene."

"Hmm..." Lan Xia took a bite of cherry milk, "Xiguang has managed to stay in Rat Ridge City now, but we are still short of military supplies. Aljie, do you think we should rob it?"

"Seize!" After careful consideration, Alger said decisively, "Those are the latest supplies. If we are not in great trouble this time, there will be a next time, and the next time. Xiguang will never be strong."

"We should not only take it, but also take most of it."

Lan Xia smiled: "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to keep it?"

Alger coughed awkwardly and said, "I wouldn't be so brave at any other time, but isn't there a teacher here?"

Lan Xia: "Okay, take as much as you want. Once something enters Xiguang's house, no one can take it away, so——"

He raised his eyes and looked around.

Arge: “Hmm?”

Jin Daixi blinked.

Lan Xia pushed her empty dessert plate forward and looked at the small spatula guarding the ice with narrowed eyes.

"You can—"

His hand was already outstretched.

The body's reflexes were faster than the mind's. Shou Bing was startled when he thought of Lan Xia's pale face. He exerted force with his hands and slammed the small spatula on the table with a bang.

It broke into two pieces with a bang.

Lan Xia’s outstretched hand froze.

Arge and Jin Daike gasped.

“…”

Subtle silence.

Shou Bing's ears quickly turned red, and he was about to cry. He faced the three people's gazes and stammered, "No...!"

Afraid that Lan Xia would be angry and that he would have a stomachache from eating too much, the boy looked fierce but not strong enough.

Shou Bing gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and stopped stuttering: "The rest are prepared for the other children in Xiguang. Sir, please don't compete with them for snacks."

Arge: “.”

Good job bro.

Jin Daixi: “.”

Awesome Brother Bing.

Lan Xia: “…”

He withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and then silently pulled back the plate.

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