death of hope

Lynch ordered a few more dishes and said he would take them away.

As expected,
The customers in the "Popeye" restaurant cast disgusted glances at Lynch's table.

"Mr. Wu Wu!" The family of three eating at the next table shouted:
"Excuse me, we want to change places."

"This...it's not easy to handle..." The waiter is a part-time student girl, looking at the lobby of the restaurant, her face shows embarrassment: "There are no empty tables..."

"Please, miss, my child's birthday is today... It's a celebration, I don't want to bring bad luck!" While talking, the child's father sneakily pointed to the table next to him.

The waiter looked back at Papa. She was too busy to notice that an alien was coming. The young man hadn't learned how to hide his emotions, so he immediately showed an undisguised expression of disgust:
"I understand...the restaurant is very sorry for making your meal unpleasant, so how about...come to the private room in the back room to dine, and I will give you a coupon, what do you think?"

"Thank you, miss!"

"Come with me~ we will move the things on your desktop~"

As if fleeing from something particularly disgusting, the child's parents dragged the child away, leaving a table full of delicacies, and twelve candles burning silently on the cream cake.

Persephone tried to pretend that nothing had happened, but the sadness in her subtle expression could not escape Lynch's eagle-like eyes.

(She left her hometown and was looked down upon everywhere. She struggled for half her life under the eyes full of discrimination, until she was old and fading, but she still couldn't let go.

Some things... will not fade away with the passage of time...)
Thinking of this, Lynch wanted to say a few words of comfort, but felt that his stupid mouth might have the opposite effect, so he could only keep silent.

When leaving, Persephone couldn't wait to put on the mask and hood to hide her eyes and a pair of pointed ears.

When she pushed open the revolving door, she captured the feeling of relief from the customers in the restaurant with her psychic power...

On the street, Lynch approached her and said, "Don't pay too much attention to other people's eyes, they are jealous of you because you are beautiful."

"Uh...thank...thank you..."

Persephone froze for a moment, for no reason, a ball of heat rose in her heart, feeling her face was burning hot.

For some reason, she kind of liked her new employer.

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The two came to an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

Lynch saw the Ark Eldar letters etched with spiritual power on the mottled wall, which must be the mark made by Papa.

Pulling open the rolling shutter door, opening the colored strips of cloth, I finally saw the "special car" of the former criminal.

This is a small carrier-based aircraft carried on the Meiling clan space carrier, which is completely different from the design ideas of human starships.

Its appearance is like a thick horseshoe, the layout of the equipment is quite compact, and the lines of the shell are simple and elegant, which is sure to be praised by the artist.

Lynch has seen too many wrecks of this type of alien fighter on the battlefield,
He didn't show any curiosity, and went in on the gangway, which made Papa feel a little strange.

The cockpit is not like a human ship, densely packed with screens, gauges and switch buttons.
There are only three interfaces on the table, a holographic projection spreads out the control interface of the driving software, and two data cables are connected to the spine interface of the driver and co-pilot respectively.

The seats of the pilot and co-pilot are very wide and soft, and the height of the seat cushion, the recline of the backrest, and the length of the pillow can be adjusted at will, which is good news for the big Lynch.

"Please sit down... Oops... Few human beings are so tall, let me adjust the seat for you..."

Papa wanted to help and make his employer more comfortable, but saw the backrest of the passenger seat move.

"Very comfortable seat, like a big sofa, not like the little broken chairs of the Federal Air Force, which are short, narrow, and cramped!"

Papa's eyeballs almost popped out in shock: "How...how did you control the reclining of the seat..."

"Of course it's the same as you. It's strange to use psionic energy."

"I know that some humans have psionic talents, but... it's the first time I've seen one with your level of proficiency..."

"Oh? Really?" Lynch felt a little interested after hearing this, so he raised his back and asked, "In terms of the psionic talents of your Noah spirits, what level am I?"

"Well... It's too simple to adjust the seat, and it's not enough to test out the strength." Papa took off her gloves, and her slender hands approached Lynch:
"If you touch it directly, you can get a rough idea, but... I don't know... whether it will offend you."

"Although you touch yours, you still care about this when you're old." Lynch saw the other person's small expression, and immediately added: "Eh...I'm talking about my own age."

Xindao: (Women, ha, no matter human or alien women are the same, they are especially sensitive to age...)
Papa unbuttoned Lynch's shirt, pulled it left and right, and was stunned.

She had never seen such a broad and strong chest, exuding a strong male hormone aura.

Lynch thought the other party was disgusting him: "I'm sorry...I'm a sloppy person, I don't have the habit of shaving my chest hair, I don't have body odor, so I don't have the habit of wearing perfume."

"Our Noah Spirit Race has no cleanliness, it doesn't matter..."

Papa closed her eyes, first pressed her slender fingers, then her entire palm,
The heart beat slowly but extremely powerfully, pumping the blood to circulate throughout the body, under her psychic induction, the sound of the heartbeat was like the roar of a cannon, as if touching a strong bull.

"I said...does it take so long?" Lynch asked.

"Ah... I'm sorry... I was distracted..." Papa quickly withdrew his palm, coughed twice, trying to hide his happy smile:

"How about my psionic talent?"

Papa raised his eyebrows: "It feels... similar to other human talents...

The difference is that the ups and downs fluctuate greatly, uh... your spiritual power is very unstable, I can't say it well,
What is certain is that, given time to train and develop, your potential is still quite large. "

"Psionic training and development... No... My body can't last too long..."

Lynch clenched his fists, looking very disappointed: "Sure enough... I'm still too mediocre... Then I have to try the treasure of the Saltman."

"Baby of the Salt Man, what is that?"

"Nothing, let's go."

Lynch adjusted the seat, swallowed a few antidepressants and sleeping pills, put on the blindfold and said:

"Damn it... the old disease has recurred. I'll take a nap to relieve myself and call me somewhere."