Interstellar Fairy Tale

"People who like me may not be able to tell why, but people who hate me can always find various reasons."

If you hadn't heard it with your own ears, it would be hard to believe that this sentence would come from the mouth of a young soldier under the age of sixteen.

Before Shang Ping and Rochette set off for Hercules, the capital of Mars, Terry, commander of the Canon Fortress, had a brief meeting with these two young soldiers one afternoon, yes, a meeting.

The term is used to describe a brief conversation between a high-ranking general and two young soldiers, but it doesn't seem out of place.

"Then, soldier," Commander Terry motioned to his adjutant, Crete, to leave space for the two teenagers and himself, deliberately ignoring Lochte's crampedness, and focused his attention on Shang Ping, who was standing upright in the military. This is not a natural soldier, at least, compared to Colonel Edgar, Shang Ping seemed too young and bookish compared to his father, Goodwill, who had worked with him briefly. This black-haired teenager is more like a technician sitting in front of the console, concentrating on dealing with the countless symbols and numbers on the screen, rather than a "hero" who has the courage to drive a one-man fighter to the enemy.

Even if he knew about Shang Ping before, he had seen Shang Ping many times, but this time, after observing this black-haired boy so closely, Commander Terry came to such a somewhat inexplicable conclusion.

"You refused Sergeant Austin's **** request, why?"

"Your Excellency, as a soldier of the Mars Space Fleet, I am returning to the capital of my country. Instead of going to the enemy camp."

"Young man, I admire your courage, but your guardian obviously doesn't think so."

"Your Excellency, I have persuaded my guardian."

"All right."

Commander Terry put his hands in front of the large table and stood up. His tall figure was enough to look down at the two teenagers in front of him even with a table across. He suddenly turned his gaze to Lochte.

"Sergeant, what's your height?"

Faced with this sudden question, Rochette was stunned for a moment.

"Report, 184 centimeters!"

"So…"

Commander Terry's eyes moved to Shang Ping, Shang Ping moved his fingers, and reluctantly said a number that would not make people feel ashamed, but still made his ears red, "Report...178 cm…”

"Well, the average height of Mars' sixteen-year-old boy is 181 cm."

"Your Excellency General..."

"Oh, well, you're only fifteen years old, don't worry, you'll continue to grow taller."

This brief interview ended abruptly under this strangely usual topic. Shang Ping and Lochte looked at each other. The two of them didn't even know that they should salute, and then left the room, or continued to stand here to "listen to teachings".

Ultimately, Commander Terry made the choice for them.

"Young people, just like your height and age, you will continue to grow, so don't rush to take everything on your shoulders too soon, it will make adults feel ashamed."

Shang Ping raised his head in amazement, only to find that the commander of the fortress, who has always been unsmiling, had a kind of smirk on his face.

Is he wrong...

It takes about a week to travel from the Kanon military fortress to the capital of Mars, Hercules. Of course, it also depends on the route conditions at the time. If it is a fleet transfer between the fortress and the capital, it only needs to be in the warp space. The jumping point is transmitted three times in a row, and Shang Ping and Rochette's return to the capital this time does not belong to the scope of military operations. For some time, it is completely necessary to rely on the cruise ship itself to sail in the universe, which is somewhat novel to Shang Ping and Rochette. After all, the previous space voyages of these two young soldiers were all linked to military operations, and in retrospect, it was really not a good thing. Although the future of this rare "trip" was uncertain, it was a rare opportunity for the two of them. Enjoy the fun of a space voyage.

Although Colonel Edgar listened to Shang Ping's advice and did not intervene too much in Shang Ping's return to the capital, it did not prevent the Colonel from making his adopted son feel more comfortable during this trip. At the same time, Austin South also used the skills inherited from the family through generations, trying to make his lover have a comfortable trip this time, and after arriving in the capital, he could also be treated "mostly".

When Diana, the wife of David Soth, the commander-in-chief of the Mars Space Fleet, and the mother of Austin Soth, received the letter written by her younger son, she read it three times in a row, and she couldn't hold back her full smile. Her lovely little Austin was finally, finally willing to tell his mother what a lovely boy the man who made him fall in love!

However, the boy seems to be in some trouble now, which makes the mistress of the Soth family, who protects the short, gradually restrain her smile, and then read the letter of the younger son word by word, and at the same time is sure that Austin will not exaggerate or hide the details. Diana was lost in thought.

At this moment, Shang Ping didn't know what Austin had done for him. He just started to use this rare free time to recall the paper he gave to Professor Trinid at that time.

Without violating the fleet's confidentiality regulations, Colonel Edgar told Shang Ping almost everything he knew. Although the Colonel was loyal to his planet, it did not conflict with his beloved son's heart. At least, he can't let his lovely baby set foot on the cruise ship back to the capital without knowing anything.

"...country, nation, war, ideology, peace..."

Shang Ping raised his head and looked away from the virtual light screen, but his fingers continued to tap the keyboard unconsciously. He regretted it at this moment. He should not have written such an article because of a momentary impulse, and handed it over to Professor Trinide. ! God knows, that old-fashioned history professor was able to draw the conclusion that he was anti-social and anti-government from an uncomplicated paper!

Shang Ping combed his hair in annoyance, although he swore in front of Uncle Edgar that he would definitely raise the spirit of 120,000 yuan, but as the voyage drew closer and closer, Shang Ping gradually developed a feeling similar to Anxiety.

This is not that he is unfounded, it is a distant memory from the earth era, reminding Shang Ping that for a dictatorial regime, "literary prison" is not so difficult to understand, although Mars has not seen similar things before. However, no government can turn a blind eye to a dangerous person with an anti-government mark on his forehead, right? What's more, this unfortunate fellow was sued by his respected mentor.

"Shang Ping, it's time for dinner."

The arrival of Lochte did not relieve Shang Ping's anxiety. Shang Ping looked up at the ceiling of the room, stretched his arms, and sighed. Forget it, even though he was accused of a not-so-good crime, at least he didn't cover it. After all, Mars is not a country without freedom of speech, not to mention, he is only fifteen years old, yes, fifteen years old, an impulsive teenager, isn't he...

Just when the cruise ships carried by Shang Ping and Rochette began to enter the route of the Muse galaxy, the Golden Empire cosmos fleet, which had ended the expedition, had arrived in the capital of the empire, and it was announced that the slightly ill-looking Heiny III would naturally not appear. The imperial queen, Yilan, stood beside the ornately decorated but empty emperor's throne, smiling decently, holding a scepter, and looking at the imperial prince and his party who were walking down from the flagship.

Flying silver hair, icy blue eyes, skin as white as snow, when not smiling, like a most beautiful crystal sculpture, that is her pride, all hope, her only son, the future master of a huge empire— Solan, Edrich!