It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

"BoSS, otherwise, shall we leave?"

The red-haired major frowned.

"I always have a bad hunch."

The Miya family quickly responded to his protest.

As the future owner of the Miya family, Beat personally came to apologize to Major General Troll, saying that he was not under strict control, and the security forces were insufficient, causing others with intent to invade the room.

The explanation he gave was that because the old marquis had fought for many years, he had offended many people. They were secretly convinced that there were several forces trying to launch an attack when the old marquis held a birthday party.

Therefore, most of the current planet's security forces have been mobilized, conducting rigorous inspections in various places, arresting people with abnormal behaviors, and avoiding real terrorist attacks on the birthday.

Therefore, there is a little less guard force here, so that such a thing happens.

However, he has found out that the person who sneaked into the room was one of the forces that intended to destroy the old marquise's birthday feast. The reason why the person invaded Mute was to hypnotize Mute, and let Mute be there. The assassination of the old marquis at the birthday party, and the separation between their Miya family and Major General Troll--

"There is a fart feeling! Really when we are stupid, just fool?"

Robbin scoffed at the explanation given by Bayat.

At that time, he was standing behind his BoSS, snorted with a nose, and raised the corner of his mouth ironically.

His BoSS was still that cold look, and looked at the disc held by Beat's servants.

The black disk with brocade was mostly blood-stained red with a man's head on it.

The beheaded man's head was open and empty.

Robbin gritted his teeth.

Bayat's hand seemed to be a good show, and gave them an explanation, but this head was not a naked demonstration.

The strong dragon does not suppress the ground snake.

Bayat's meaning is obvious-whether you agree or not, the fact is what he said-here is the star of Mia, the territory of their Mia family.

"understood."

At that time, the young major general replied.

The dark blue pupil looked at the future owner of the Miya family lightly, and that handsome face could not see any expression.

The slightly narrow corner of Dan Feng's eyes gave a sharp arc, and he stared at Beat's indifferent indifference.

——Whether it was a demonstration or a demonstration, it was punched in the air—

It was Bayat who obviously put himself in a high position, but at that moment, the young major general who understated his tone and attitude was standing on the vantage point.

After saying something like this, Troll turned and left.

Robbin, who was keeping up with the pace of his BoSS, looked back, and he saw the heir of the Miya family standing in place, looking at the back of his BoSS.

It was still the calm and elegant aristocratic gesture, still the gentle and courteous look, but inexplicably, Robin felt the indescribable malice from the gentle eyes of that person.

Since seeing that person's gaze, Robin has always had a bad hunch.

He couldn't help but persuade his family BoSS again.

"BoSS, just in case, it's better to find an excuse to leave first."

The young major general sat on a soft chair with his long legs crossed.

He crossed his fingers, placed them on his knees, and a pair of Dan Feng eyes stared straight ahead, exposing sharp eyes.

"That's too late."

He says.

"Ha? No time, BoSS, but we--"

"........."

The young major general lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes dropped a light shadow on his cheek.

He sat quietly, seemingly weighing something, so he didn't speak.

Instead, the teenager who was sitting obediently could not help but open his mouth.

"Do you want to escape?"

Mute asked.

He sat on the sofa with his knees crossed, his black eyes rolling slowly, looking at Troll, and Robin.

"What escaped, that was--"

Robbin retorted, but that rebuttal stopped abruptly.

A word from Mute made him suddenly wake up.

They are not unable to leave, but they cannot leave.

The Miya family did nothing to them, and they treated them well. However, they suddenly left the day before being invited to Mia Star to participate in the birthday celebration of the old marquis—

What do other people come to attend the birthday party?

You know, those who can be invited by the old marquis are those with heads and faces in the empire.

Even if the Miya family had made a mistake in the first place, if they leave now, in the eyes of others, that is to show weakness, that is to escape, then Major-General Troll will fight hard to build up the great prestige that will be hard hit.

Those who don't know the inside story just laughed and said-look, that little major that scared the major general who ran away with his tail in his hands.

Therefore, they are not unable to walk, but they cannot walk.

After thinking about it, Robin exhaled a long breath, showing an unpleasant look.

"Hey, in this case, you can only see tricks."

He muttered.

"Even if the pretending guy doesn't look good to you, but so many people look at it, after all, you are a guest invited by his dad to attend the birthday party, and he dare not really treat you."

He grinned.

"Heavenly, he'll be able to stumble you at the banquet and make you lose face in front of everyone."

Even if that Beat was really malicious to BoSS, I just wanted to be against BoSS at the birthday party, and set a trap to make BoSS shame among the empire.

It's all about his dad ’s birthday, that guy ca n’t be so heartbroken that he wants to abolish BoSS at this time, right?

You know that BoSS is a guest invited by the old marquis. If something goes wrong, it ’s not the face of the Miya family.

Thinking about it that way, Robin was a little relieved.

As for the pitfalls at the banquet or something, BoSS should be able to handle it.

Troll groaned for a long while, and when he looked up, his gaze penetrated the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the endless golden desert outside the window.

His eyes became sharper a little bit, like a substantial blade.

That handsome face was still cold, but there were subtle changes, like a black panther slightly slumped in the dark jungle, tight and ready to go, looking at everything in the darkness of the jungle with sharp eyes. Dangerous place.

He raised his hand, and the silver-blue metal ring on his wrist glowed, forming a small light screen in front of his eyes.

After a twist of light on the light curtain, Colonel Qingfa's face appeared in it.

"How is 'Ishtar'?"

"Everything is fine, Lord Troll."

"Well, I will return to the ship the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, Lord Troll, I will arrange for someone to meet you."

Lieutenant Colonel Via on the screen raised his hand on the chest to salute, and then disappeared into the light screen.

The dialogue he had with Troll just now is a routine dialogue every night, and there is almost no change.

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"Master Beyat! You have captured the signal from Mia Starfield to Ishtar's flagship!"

"Come here."

"Yes!"

The intercepted message was transmitted to Beat's eyes as an image. The image repeatedly showed the face and voice of Via, as well as the voice of Troll and his conversation.

As with the messages intercepted a few days ago, there is not much difference in the dialogue.

"Ship back the day after tomorrow?"

The dark brown curly aristocratic man smiled slightly.

The seemingly mildly raised lips are indescribably cold and malicious.

Major General Troll, do you think you can return to the ship?

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Robin stood aside and watched the conversation between BoSS and his colleagues who remained on Ishtar.

As soon as Troll opened his mouth, Major Redhead's pupil narrowed suddenly. However, that was just a contraction. He raised his hand, touched the small stubble on his chin, stared at Via on the light curtain, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, he sat back, sat on the sofa, raised Erlang's legs, and spread his arms wide on the sofa back.

"Via is really leisurely."

He piqued his lips and said a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"You should rest."

Communication with the Ishtar ship was closed, the young major general said.

"Yes, yes ~~ BoSS Master ~~~ I will take a good rest ~"

Robbin stood up and stretched a big lazy waist, looking tired and lazy.

As he said, he aimed at the dark-haired boy who was obediently watching with a subtle look, then turned to start driving the maids who were standing next to them to serve them.

"Hey, why are you still here? Walk around, go out, and pestle here will only be annoying, don't you know?"

His subtle expression and deliberately aggravated tone made a few maids who were driven out of him unceremonious by mistake. However, looking at Robin's squinting look at the delicate look of the dark-haired boy and his BoSS, the maids soon showed a clear expression, bowed and turned back.

"However, BoSS, you better not do extra work, it is better to take a good rest."

Before leaving the room, Robin snorted at his BoSS.

"Tomorrow is the birthday feast of the old marquis, but his son made it clear that he will make things difficult for you at the banquet. You do n’t have enough spirits now, you may not be able to cope by then ~~"

Although being ridiculed by his subordinates, the young major general did not seem to care.

He watched his subordinates leave and closed the door.

After the room was quiet, he took off his coat and went straight to bed.

The snow-white duvet was spread on the bed that was large enough to sleep side by side, and the pale yellow veil embroidered with golden patterns was hanging down. The pure gold thread shimmered in the light, and the lace on the edges overlapped, beside the bed. Spread delicate lines.

The black-haired major general half-lay on the delicate and gorgeous bed, leaning on the soft leather headboard.

He closed his eyes and probably wanted to take a short break, but it didn't last long. He seemed to be unable to sleep and opened his eyes.

Slender Danfeng eyes looked forward. Mute still kept her knees sitting on the sofa, opened the information light curtain in this room, and swiped his fingers on the virtual keyboard, looking at himself on the light curtain. Something of interest.

"come."

The sudden sound in the quiet room made the boy instinctively lift his head and looked at Troll.

He saw those dark blue eyes staring at him quietly, and the young major general half-lying on the bed looked at him and reached out his hand.

"come."

Troll repeated once more, his hands stuck in the air, his palms facing up, his fingertips pointing in the direction he was in.

"Not just ..."

Mute was hesitant.

He could see what the Major General wanted to do, but not long ago, the Major General directly harmonized with him without a notice ... why now ...

"I want to do it."

The young major general said that the slender and sharp Dan Fengyan stared at him with unquestionable tone.

"..."

Major General, let's not talk so ambiguous?

Fortunately, there are only two of us here, otherwise in case it is heard by others ...

... but spiritual coherence is already very ambiguous ...

Thinking so stupidly, Mute walked obediently.

As soon as he reached the bed, Major-General's hand stretched out, grabbing his wrist and dragging it politely.

Mute took a moment to take a look, unprepared, and fell to Troll.

He hadn't responded yet, and his powerful arm swarmed around, firmly hooping his back waist, making him unable to move, and Troll's other hand was also pressed against his back brain, his fingers deep Digging deep into his hair.

He slumped a bit on the Major General, and the whole man was tightly embraced by Troll.

He could feel Troll leaning his head slightly, hanging down, and his velvety, smooth, lacquered black hair slipping across his cheeks. The slender danfeng eyes looked at him, and the glazed blue pupils with ink marks stared at him.

The pale, thin lips were almost to his ears, and he could clearly feel the warm breath exhaled by the young major general.

The thin lips opened, and a deep voice penetrated into his eardrum, and the breath exhaled lightly across his ears.

The teenager lay on the young major general, nestled in his arms, and blinked.

He tilted his head, raised his eyelashes, and darkened his eyes and narrowed Troll, blinking again, his slender eyelashes fanned, and the shadows on his cheeks followed.

Then, after blinking a few times and closing his eyes, the boy obediently nestled in Troll's arms, leaning his head on Troll's shoulders, and the whole man seemed to be too smart.

The semi-curved metal ring has automatically detached from the wrist and hovered on the juvenile neck, glowing slightly, matching the light of the metal ring on Troll's wrist.

The young major general lowered his head, could not see the look on that handsome face, and could only see that his hand gently stroked the hair of the boy who was obediently nestled in his arms, and whispered closer to the young man's ear What's muttering.

The action had a feeling of unspeakable love.

The boy in his arms tilted his head again, and almost buried his entire face in Troll's neck. From the outside, only the fluffy black head was visible.

After a while, Troll closed his eyes and fell asleep with the boy in his arms, looking like he had fallen into spiritual joy ...

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Looking at the young major general who had apparently begun to have a spiritual joy with the teenager in his arms and fell asleep on the screen, the dark brown curly man's eyes were sneerous.

This major general, who was greatly appreciated by his father, was nothing more than that.

Make a trip at a party?

He has no interest in this kind of child-like house play game.

Either don't do it, or it's the thunder that strikes and kills--this is what he learned from his father.

Bayat stared at Troll on the screen with a cold stare.

What the **** is this guy.

What the **** is this thing?

"Launched in an hour."

He said blankly, with a strong shadow under his eyes.

His word determined the final outcome of the two sleeping people in the room.

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It's late at night, and although it's still bright as day, most people have fallen asleep.

Suddenly.

A loud roar burst out abruptly.

The whole minaret seemed to tremble--

At the half-waist side of the minaret, it burst suddenly in a loud noise, and a blaze of flames emerged from the gap in the tower's body.

Opposite the minaret, on the other minaret not far from it, the floor-to-ceiling windows of a room were wide open.

Dark brown curly hair was scattered around the cheeks, and the man in the nightgown stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, and thick golden curtains drew beside him.

Still the calm aristocratic gesture, he was holding a crystal wine glass, **** red wine rippled on his lips.

His red lips were stained with **** red, his eyes stared at the opposite room, which had been blown apart and collapsed by half, and the fiercely burning poisonous flame inside. .

The firelight reddened his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were morbidly joyous.

At this moment, there was a kind of contentment and pleasure in his heart.