It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

A regular meeting has just ended, the beam below flashes, and the projected generals disappear one after another in the hall. The generals who participated in person hurriedly retreated after bowing and went to the lower inner cabin to take the landing ship to leave Ishtar.

The light in the office hall, which was still bright, slowly dimmed, maintaining a soft level. On the high platform at the end of the office, the young emperor stood on it, and the black and red velvet curtains spread toward the sides, and the fine golden tassels fell down.

When most of the subordinates retreated, Troll standing on the platform moved, stepping down from the steps, the black military boots stepped on the ground, calm and powerful, even if they were thick Black and red velvet blankets, the sound of footsteps is also audible.

The red-haired elementary soldier standing on the left below the platform did not leave, but watched Troll walk down the steps. When Troll walked past him, he followed and followed.

"I tried it." Robin said as he walked. "Mute's memory and consciousness probably stayed at the age of fourteen, and it was probably because of the "..."

When he talked about ‘that’, he paused and glanced at Troll’s face before continuing.

"Probably because ‘that’’s too involved with you, so it’s also sealed up, and Mute also doesn’t remember ‘that’.”

The one in Robin's mouth naturally refers to the first emperor of a previous empire with a similar appearance to Troll.

Troll didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes, and his fine eyelashes dropped a shallow shadow on his white cheeks. The eye was covered by the shadow, making it impossible to see the look of his eyes. He didn't say anything, just walked directly to the momentary transfer device on the side of the door. When he stepped on it, the invisible air flow lifted the blue-black cloak behind him for a moment.

A light flashed, and Robin stood beside him, watching his majesty disappear into the teleportation aura. He raised his right hand, touched his chin, and a playful smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that BOSS's mood is very complicated now."

In the empty office, only Robin was left talking to himself.

He chewed a few times.

"It takes a lot of hard work to hold a beautiful woman... Um, this is wrong... The sweethearted baby who came back after all the hardships and difficulties, woke up and disappeared, uh... Uh, I don't have gloating, I definitely don't, I This is sympathy for BOSS, yes, it is sympathy, it is sympathy."

Then the man who was the culprit of everything just left hahaha.

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Mute, whose mental age and memory have degenerated to 14 years old, was naturally placed in Troll’s private room and strengthened the protective power of the room. Now, if there is no Troll personally leading, even Robin, Via, etc. will not be allowed to enter.

Because of the frequent wars at this time and the part of the affairs piled up during Troll's amnesia, Troll was busy scoring and lacking skills. For these days, Mute stayed alone in the room.

In fact, no matter how many things are said, it doesn't matter to Troll at all. Now he does not know how to deal with Mute.

Although he knew that Mute was innocent, when he saw Mute looking at himself with a stranger's eyes, he couldn't hold back the anger that came out of his heart.

And when he was upset, the low air pressure all over him grew exponentially, and the coldness he emitted almost became substantial. The oppression of the young emperor could not bear even those soldiers who had stood the battlefield, not to mention the current Mute. Every time Troll showed an unpleasant look, the teenager was like a frightened fawn, cautiously, watching Troll's eyes brought a nervous look, and even faintly revealed a hint of vigilance-thus Troll became more unhappy.

Such a vicious circle made Troll hardly know how to get along with the current Mute. The feeling of being so forceful and nowhere to do anything is so bad.

Finally, in order to avoid scaring Mute who is now mentally soft as a child, Troll can only bury himself in government affairs as much as possible, avoiding getting along with Mute.

But even this is not enough, although Mute said nothing, stayed in the room obediently, very obedient, but when Troll looked at his condition from time to time through monitoring, he saw the big room young man alone The slender figure nested on the sofa looks lonely, and carefully nests in a strange place like a lost animal, and his face will show an uneasy look from time to time.

Troll thought about it and left Da Da behind. Of course, Dada gave instructions before throwing it away, forbidding it to mention anything after meeting Mute.

"This is... wisdom brain... no, intelligent robot?"

When he saw Dada, Mutter wowed with an extremely amazed expression. He almost couldn't wait to receive the round white ball from Troll's hands, and looked at the various funny expressions made by Dada to him, showing a happy smile.

After saying a few words with Dada, after discovering Dada's highly humanized way of thinking, Mute's eyes brightened.

"At that time, we could only see such intelligent robots in science fiction movies."

He said that, and glanced at Troll carefully.

"Is this... expensive? Do you really want to give it to me?"

"Not rare."

Troll said, understatement.

That kiss was so angry.

Dada is very precious! Very rare! It is the highest-tech cosmic computing intelligence brain now! It has all the functions of war, escort, housekeeping and so on. It can't be smashed, stepped on, broken, and even transformed into a small warship!

In the entire universe, Da Da's so powerful brain is rare!

He was suffocated by the light tone of his master's light breath, and he collapsed into a pool of silvery white liquid.

"Uh, what's wrong with this, did I break it?"

Not knowing what was going on, Mute held the silver-white liquid ticking in his hand and looked in panic at Troll who frowned aside.

Originally in a bad mood, Troll, who was frowning because of Da Da's temper, even received the glance from Mute for help, somehow he felt more comfortable, and his frowned eyebrows spread out.

He raised his hand and rubbed the panicked teenager's head.

"It's okay."

He said that the silver-white liquid was dislodged from Mute's hand, and let it snap to the ground.

He reached out and grabbed Mute's hand that he wanted to bend over to stop the opponent's movements, and skillfully took the other's shoulders halfway, signaling Mute to see for himself.

Then Mute stared at the splashed silver-white liquid wriggling and merging together drop by drop, writhing into the air like a ball of water, and then changed back to the original round shape again.

"Ok... so powerful."

In this future interstellar age, a teenager who was almost equivalent to a primitive man straightened his eyes for a moment. He blinked and suddenly thought of something, looking up at Troll, his eyes shining brightly.

"Then you should have Gundam now, right?"

Troll: "Huh?"

What is high and what is it?

"Uh, that's the kind of human-driven, fighting in the universe, very large robots, especially powerful, who can shoot laser guns--"

Troll groaned a little.

"You mean fighter armor?"

"Well, that's it!"

Mute looked at Troll expectantly, his eyes shining brightly.

"Have you? You must have it? What's the name of your mech? Is it very famous? It must be very powerful, right?"

This beautiful and handsome person knows at a glance that the protagonist's aura is full, and the mech must be the ace of the ace, absolutely super handsome! Ah, really looking forward to--

However, a man who was considered to be the protagonist by Mute who saw the face had a subtle look on his beautiful face at the moment.

"The mech you mentioned was eliminated 10,000 years ago."

"what?"

"On combat power alone, that kind of weapon is indeed very powerful, but the key to winning or losing is not just force."

There are records in the chronicles of war weapons that humans have developed war weapons called mechas, but this weapon was quickly eliminated.

Indeed, this weapon is so powerful that a battleship can easily take one enemy to ten, and even one to one hundred, but no matter how powerful a person's power is, it is impossible to influence the direction of the battle. The power of a single weapon is the coordination, scheduling, and execution of different warships in the entire fleet, as well as the commander-in-chief and adaptability of the general.

This weapon is equivalent to a hundred warships, but its construction cost is ten times or even 100 times that of a hundred warships. The most important point is that it has very high requirements for the driver. If ordinary battleship pilots choose one out of ten, and destroyer pilots choose one out of ten, then the driver of this large weapon is almost one in ten miles, training is very difficult, and it is not suitable for all kinds of leap forwards and rapid battles in the entire universe. And the need for large-scale siege warfare.

Therefore, it was not long after it was created, it was quickly eliminated.

After listening to Troll, Mute's mood was very complicated.

Ah, his Gundam dream.

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Although the dream of driving a big robot is broken, but through this chat, he feels that this Troll brother does not seem as cold and terrible as it seems, no matter how ridiculous he said as a primitive, he is very patient Answering his question in an indifferent manner, without showing the slightest disgusting look.

And he had a good impression on him, perhaps because he opened his eyes and saw the fledgling plot of this person at first glance, or perhaps because this person looks so beautiful...and, although this person looks He seemed indifferent, but he was actually very good to him, so he started to get close to this person involuntarily.

Mute himself did not know that his closeness greatly relieved the soldiers in Ishtar.

Ah, Your Majesty is in a good mood, so they don’t have to be afraid every day under the pressure of His Majesty’s low air pressure.

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The black boots stepped on the floor in front of the gate. The metal gate opened automatically. As soon as Troll entered the door, the person in the living room turned to look.

"Welcome back, Brother Troll."

The half-kneeling boy raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes curved, his bright smile on his face.

Troll's breath paused slightly, and then he yelled.

Although I have listened to it several times, but every time he was so called, he always felt that his chest was too hot, deep in his heart, the softest place, crispy, and itchy, itchy and hurt .

I am afraid that only he himself knows how much willpower he used to suppress his desire to shoot at the boy who is innocent and naively calling himself.

This feeling of self-repression is really uncomfortable.

However, he couldn't help but want to listen to the child shouting so sweetly to himself again and again.

After all, once Mute recovers his memory, he can no longer hear.

While tangled in this way, Troll glanced at random, and then his eyes were fixed there.

"What is this?"

Ever since Mute knew that Dada is a liquid metal that can change shape casually, he often turned Dada into strange animals. According to Mute, it was all animals on earth.

The same is true today.

A full round animal with half a mute is lying on the ground, because it is too fat, like two **** piled together, plush round body, hair black and white, especially dark drops There are two black circles around your eyes, which looks innocent and clever.

Mute sat on the ground, rubbing the fluffy chubby animal around, a contented look on his face.

Troll raised an eyebrow, walked over, squatted down, and extended his hand.

He reached over and patted the chubby thing. It seemed that he was touching his head, but the palm of his hand insulates Mute's face without any trace.

Mute, who was separated from the face, didn't know anything, but Troll shot his head, but it was trembling, snapping, and quickly shrunk back into a white ball. I didn't know' the look turned around the two, and then flew away.

Its owner withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, then his gaze paused again.

Mute was sitting on the ground, and Troll was half-squatted on the ground, a bit taller than Mute, and Mute was wearing a loose jacket. At the moment, he was turning his head to watch the fly away, the loose. The collar is open forward, and you can clearly see it from the angle of Troll's angle along the curvature of the neck and collarbone. It has a slightly thin white chest and a looming pale powder...

Troll's throat wriggled, as if taking a gulp. Then he forced himself to look away and stand up.

To hold back, he had to wait until he recovered his memory.

Troll thought so, but his throat was really thirsty.

However, in calculation... there was more than a month that I could not eat my mouth.

What I just saw flashed in my head, and I remembered that the collar was peeled off, the delicate skin was dyed pink, and the teenager was sobbing under his body and sobbing. His face flashed.

Troll felt that his throat was drying harder, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his body.

Although he told himself to be patient, it was too long for abstinence. The innocent little guy in front of him inadvertently twitched it a little, and then his fire could be lifted and his body hurt.

"Brother Troll?"

Probably, he noticed that there was something wrong with his look, and Mute, who had already stood up, leaned over and looked at him with his face.

The shout made his heart burst out.

Mute's face was close, his dark eyes reflected his shadow, and those black eyes flashed tremblingly in his brain, when he was forced to tears and looked at himself with water mist, and light pink, which he opened slightly His lips, the low sobs and pleading sounds always make him more and more out of control...

Consciousness broke off instantly.

By the time Troll had responded, he had bowed his head and blocked the slightly opened lips of Mute who was looking up at him.

The teenager opened his eyes.

There seemed to be no reaction for a while, and when the reaction came, his cheeks were flushed, and his hands desperately wanted to push him away.

When Troll thought about it, he couldn't hold it anyway, and he was already kissed, so it would be a good deal to kiss. With this thought in mind, he was so hot that he was too lazy to explain, arms firmly around Mute, who was struggling desperately, too lazy to think, straightly bowed his head and began to kiss the person in his arms unscrupulously.

Mute, who was strongly kissed, was frightened and angry, trying to break free, but the back of his head was buckled to death, unable to move at all, and was kissed and almost breathless.

When he found out that Troll's lips had been bitten down his chin and neck, and his hand opened his shirt to fumble in, he panicked.

"Let me go! You rogue! Abnormal!"

It’s useless to shout, even if the hands and feet are struggling with the strength of using milk, the teenager who is about to cry quickly gritted his teeth and lifted his knees ——