Him and their stars

It is now noon on August 24, 832 in the Galactic Common Calendar. This is exactly a Saturday. King Gert Sarote of Wilente, who had just attended the Privy Council meeting in the morning, returned to his home with some fatigue. The royal palace of the imperial capital, the Scarlet Owl Palace.

When he came to the viewing pavilion in the palace garden, his wife, Princess Selesia from the Alliance chaebol Moore family, was slowly savoring a delicious lunch alone. Seeing her husband come in, Princess Celesia just looked at the latter with an indifferent expression, nodded slightly, and didn't even move to stand up.

"Your Highness, the Princess, didn't wait for your husband to come back to have lunch with us?" King Wilent threw his robe to the attendant who followed him, and sat opposite the Princess.

"Your Highness knows that my time to lose weight is over." Celecia showed a very conventional smile: "I thought you were going to dine in the Privy Council."

"Forget it, my recent position is not very good, so don't stay in the Privy Council and cause trouble for everyone." King Wilente shrugged.

Princess Celecia put down the tableware, glanced at her husband with a smile, but with a cold look, and said: "In the morning, the two Duchess Arosan and Morgash came over."

"Oh." Although King Wilente did not change on the surface, the princess still felt a trace of embarrassment from him, and her heart was suddenly filled with some evil pleasure.

"The two ladies must have heard some rumors. They may think that the reason why their son and daughter died at the God of War Festival has something to do with His Highness. Your Highness, does it have something to do with you?"

"The princess also said it. It's a rumor." Wei Lunte replied with a smile. By this time, the servants had brought his lunch and they quickly picked up the tableware.

But the princess opposite picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth gently: "I've eaten. Your Highness, use it slowly."

"Princess, please." King Wilente nodded in response.

The princess stood up, and before she was about to leave, she suddenly said: "Your Highness, next month, I will take the children to the alliance to visit their grandparents. After returning to the country, I will not return to the imperial capital, but directly return to the territory. Stay for a while.”

"The princess just looked at the arrangement and asked me to say hello and apologize to my father-in-law and mother-in-law." King Wilente was still smiling, and no other details could be seen in his smile.

Celecia Moore took a deep look at her husband, saluted, nodded and left.

After the princess left, the surrounding servants also left the garden. The attendants of the Scarlet Owl Palace all knew that their master did not want anyone around him when dining.

While cutting the roasted lamb leg, King Wilente suddenly said: "Until now, don't we know who manipulated us?"

It was as if he was talking to the air. If the servants hadn't left, they would have thought that something was wrong with their master's head.

However, a gloomy voice really sounded in King Wilente's ears.

"I don't know. What we are actually more curious about is how the codename Red King was leaked? Didn't you show up somewhere before we didn't know about it?"

King Wilent put down his knife and fork, looked at the empty seat opposite, sighed, and said with a smile: "If you were not the envoy of the past father-in-law, I would throw your Excellency to the bloody owl next to you now. In the woods.”

The person on the other side was silent for a long time, and then his feminine tone became a little more eager: "The past and present ministers have already presided over the meeting. All personnel in the imperial capital will be evacuated. Please stay hidden and do not contact us proactively. . In addition, Miss Traveler, who was arrested by the Astral Knights, will not leak any information about you. This is the organization's promise."

King Wilente nodded expressionlessly and stuffed a piece of lamb into his mouth.

"Mycoplasma is about to hold military exercises in the Extreme Star Region. All affairs will be temporarily managed by the 'Black General'. You can just pretend that we don't exist."

King Wilente sneered: "General Black? Do you think the blood shed in the Extreme Star Region is not enough?"

"This is a decision made by both the present and the past."

King Wilente did not ask where the real leader of the organization, "Future Duke", had gone, but sneered: "If I think you don't exist, then I will just be a dutiful imperial vassal. If I accidentally General Black has been killed, but don’t blame me.”

"This is also your right. Everyone in the organization, including General Black, will not have any dissatisfaction."

The gloomy voice gradually became lower and lower, and with the departure of a will, there was no more sound.

King Wilente continued to cut his own lamb chops, and suddenly patted the bell in front of him: "Here comes someone! Add two more steamed rainbow trout with extreme jam to me, a plate of bloody owl meat rolls! And a plate of meat rolls!" Bottle Holy Lord!"

At the same moment, most of the officers and soldiers on the Imperial Military's No. 11 Sky Fortress, also known as the "Lion's Den Fortress", belonging to the Empire's Extreme Frontier Guards, were in a state of excitement. These fortress officers and soldiers, who had been nervous for months, finally waited for a rare day off and were preparing to leave their posts to rest.

We all know that any army that implements an eight-hour and five-day work system is definitely not a serious army. Therefore, these soldiers stationed at the borders of the empire, of course, also implement the rotation system.

However, August 24th is the Golden Dew Festival, which can be regarded as a festival that represents the traditional culture of the empire. In addition, some time ago, the entire empire's army entered the second-level alert state. All front-line officers and technical staff in important positions have canceled their vacations. They are in a state of vigorous preparation for war. Everyone has accumulated a lot of fatigue.

Now, the order from the Grand Marshal finally came, announcing that the alert could be lifted.

But the generals guarding the military region in Jijiang also knew that the empire and the armies of dozens of slave countries and "allies" under its command were about to hold a month-long joint military exercise on their territory. By then, everyone will be busy again.

Considering that the soldiers were really tired, and because of the alert and combat readiness orders issued by the Generalissimo's Palace, they didn't even have time to watch the God of War Festival - of course, the generals later felt very lucky. According to the development trend of the God of War Festival, it would be strange for these hot-blooded imperial soldiers not to smash the TV.

Although the generals of the empire are strict and hierarchical, they are not devils after all. They all felt that before the Generalissimo issued an order for everyone to prepare for military exercises, they should take some time to let the soldiers repair themselves.

The generals and soldiers of Lion's Den were very lucky. If they were serving in the Qingtian Castles in the Xilan Star Region, they would not have time to rest even if they wanted to.

There is no way, that is the front line adjacent to the alliance's sphere of influence. Although the current consensus of the entire galaxy is peaceful development and common prosperity and the joint development of the new continent, the Empire and the Alliance, the two major overlords, whoever dares to relax will definitely be beaten.

In comparison, the Lion's Den Fortress facing the center of the galaxy is not so nervous, at least in recent years.

Eighteen years ago was the latest large-scale invasion launched by the predator tribes in the center of the galaxy against the civilized nations on the cantilever. In that war, all countries naturally suffered considerable losses, but more predator fleets were annihilated. On the battlefield, the armies of the two camps fought hand in hand, and the results were brilliant. It was certain that more than twenty Khan flagships were destroyed. The empire's astral knights even completed a textbook gang-hopping operation against a Khan's flagship, capturing Khan and a large number of senior generals.

Then, the Maisandar Khan, who was 4 meters tall and could hammer a power armor into small cakes with his bare hands, was brought to the imperial capital. Like a large dog, he was pinned down in the square, his head chopped off, and his head hung in public display.

The galactic countries have since entered a tone of peaceful development and common prosperity, and it should be said that they were somewhat affected by this war.

In the following eighteen years, the intrusion of predators entered the idle time, leaving only a small number of roving criminals. The largest raider attack the Lion's Den Fortress faced was a group consisting of more than forty large and small ships that appeared three years ago. If this small amount of troops were placed in the Spiral Nebula, not even the pirate group would be able to rank ahead.

Of course, even if this is the case, the Galactic Empire, which was founded by force, will never relax in the military aspect, and still maintains a huge scale of combat readiness on the front line.

There are 240,000 permanent soldiers in the Lion's Den Fortress, plus various nearby branch fortresses, listening stations, control towers, various maintenance and repair equipment, plus the officers and men of four patrol fleets, the total number of soldiers exceeds eight One hundred thousand people.

During the three days from August 24th to 27th, these large numbers of military personnel will leave their posts and go to the only habitable planet and civilian space city in this galaxy for a rare vacation.

Yes, the Lion's Den galaxy, named after the Lion's Den Fortress, is already the real border of the empire, but it is actually settled by civilians. They live in the fourth planet of this galaxy, a desert planet with only a small amount of underground water and polar glaciers, and a space city in the orbit of this planet. Adding the two together, the permanent population is over two million.

This is of course because the desert planet named "Far Home Planet" has considerable reserves of minerals, but the space city is full of bars, nightclubs, virtual game rooms, stadiums, and so many well-dressed small businesses engaged in special jobs. Sisters, they can’t all be prepared for miners, right?

The Galactic Empire, which was founded by force, treated its soldiers very well. Even ordinary soldiers were provided with food, housing, five insurances, one housing fund, and various allowances, which were almost as good as those of the average urban middle class. Their consumption power is so much higher than that of miners that they don’t know where it is.

There are only more than 500,000 mining company employees and their families on Far Home Planet, and the other 1.5 million people are clearly supported by the officers and soldiers of Lion's Den Fortress.

Of course, this does not mean that the empire is really civilized and peaceful. All soldiers work in shifts. Even in the most leisurely stage, the number of people sticking to their posts was more than 200,000.

Deep Space Surveillance Station No. 14, which is affiliated to the Lion's Den Fortress Command, is conducting the last routine briefing before dinner with the fortress command.

"No abnormalities were found in Gravity Well No. 2."

"Everything is normal in Gravity Shaft No. 4."

"Gravity Well No. 3 is still closed."

"Very good, No. 14, continue to maintain regular monitoring. The command center will be on duty around the clock." The voice on the other side of the communication terminal expressed satisfaction: "Please keep the line open at all times! We will conduct routine testing every two hours."

"Two hours? Wasn't it one hour before?"

"Hehehe, it's a holiday soon. I have to get off work soon, and I'm going to a distant place to spend some time! Barbecue, Black Dragon Roll wine, roulette at Xinghen Hotel, and the ladies from Blue Bay !I’m coming soon!”

"You'd better spend the allowance you've saved over the past six months there, and you'd better die on some chick's belly!"

"Hahahahahaha, just continue to be envious and jealous." The other person continued to show off condescendingly: "Okay, in two hours, the replacement will be Second Lieutenant Lars. That's it, the call is over."

Captain Lu Duo, the commander of Deep Space Monitoring Station No. 14, let out a vicious sigh when he heard the muted voice on the other side. As soon as he stood up from his seat, he found that his subordinates were all looking at him eagerly.

"What do you want me to do? We have to wait until tomorrow. Who asked us to be responsible for the deep space monitoring station?"

"Captain Belloma's team will not be able to come over to replace us until tomorrow afternoon. It will be at least evening before we can get on the transport boat to the remote countryside. And then, the day after tomorrow, we will have to go back again." One of the subordinates said: "Others There are three days of vacation, why do we only have one day?”

"Because we are in charge of the deep space surveillance station! We get more subsidies than others! Just stop complaining." Captain Lu Duo said angrily.

"Webmaster, I lost more than two hundred golden dragons in the God of War Festival, and now I only have one day off."

"so what?"

"When I arrive in the distant country tomorrow, can I have a meal? I want to eat Jijiang jam pancake rolls and black dragon orchid wine..."

"I'll reward you with a big ear!" Captain Lu Duo said viciously, and then left an order to "continue to monitor" before leaving the central room and going to the lounge to have a cigarette to calm down.

There was nothing I could do. Seeing that my colleagues in the Lion's Den Fortress were all preparing to go on vacation, I still had to stick to my post. It was still a bit unbalanced.

Just when Captain Lu Duo entered the lounge with a cigarette in his mouth, the detection equipment in the central control room seemed to have a subtle reaction. The fluctuations on the instrument screen jumped inaudibly, and then returned to normal.

The fluctuation this time was so subtle that the imperial officers and soldiers present at these monitoring stations did not react at all.

Of course, this is not actually because the Imperial Army is slacking off. In fact, even the most advanced and sensitive deep space detection equipment cannot fully monitor the gravity well and the entire star system in all directions without blind spots. When some small-mass objects pass through the gravity well, the monitoring equipment can only form this kind of undetectable fluctuation.

This is one of the reasons why smugglers and stowaways can always pass through military zones.

To put it bluntly, what the military wants to monitor is always a large-scale enemy group.

Of course, the people at Deep Space Monitoring Station No. 14 would not notice that a shuttle-shaped flying object about a hundred meters long had appeared next to the gravity well No. 3, which was almost closed. within the galaxy.

A hundred-meter-long object is certainly huge when placed in the atmosphere, but when thrown into space, it is smaller than dust. What's more, this small object is completely black in color, and its uneven surface cannot reflect light at all. Its shell, which is as textured as an insect carapace, will not reflect any lightning waves.

If a spacecraft passes by here and the crew happens to see this thing with the naked eye, they will probably be really shocked. In the mysterious universe, there are indeed mysterious creatures that can travel the sky with their physical bodies, but those are magnificent creatures that can make people feel sacred and solemn just by their appearance. But even the most experienced crew members had never heard of this thing that had just appeared in the galaxy.

At first glance, this irregular spindle-shaped flying object indeed looks like a large insect chrysalis, floating slowly in space with unknown power.

Soon, a special force enveloped the chrysalis, and its entire body merged with the void. As a result, even the figure that could be captured by the naked eye disappeared.

Inside the huge "chrysalis", a "human girl" who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old looked through the gaps between the carapace at the brightly lit fortresses hundreds of millions of kilometers away, and beyond. I licked my tongue at the yellow planet.

She knew that there was the flesh and blood that she longed for so much.

But she suppressed the impulse that was ingrained into her instincts.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. I'm not here just for this." The girl said to herself.

Then, she looked at the stars in the distance, looking for the planet that was only four jumps away from here.

"A month at most..." she said to herself: "Father, Sarna Star, I am back."