“The Shining.”

The girl in the wheelchair said, her voice as soft and clear as a nightingale singing in the night.

“I’m here.”

Shining replied softly.

“Why don’t you meet with His Majesty? We were able to escape from Kazdel thanks to his order.”

“He’ll kill me.”

“……” Nightingale pursed her lips, “You never told me this.”

“I just don’t want you to worry.”

“We are partners.”

“Hmm…” Shining sighed barely perceptibly.

“So, can you tell me?” Nightingale held Shining’s hand, “No matter what it is, I will face it with you.”

“I…” Shining hesitated, but ultimately did not tell the whole truth. “My grandfather once tried to assassinate him on the battlefield when he was at his weakest, and he almost succeeded.”

“Then, for various reasons, this crime was inherited by me.”

Nightingale didn’t ask too many questions, because she knew Shining wouldn’t go into details.

They had finally escaped from the control of the “Pardoner” and naturally no longer wanted to recall that dark past.

About the Pardoner who almost killed Akado.

No one knows his name.

There is only one code-like name circulating in the world.

“The criminal who betrayed the royal court, the arrogant regicide – Walter C. Denis.”

Is this guy strong? Amiya asked the doctor.

I do not know.

Even the doctor shook his head, this secret was too old.

Perhaps only Acardo and the deceased Walter knew the truth. Even the elders in the royal court might not know the details of the battle. All the truth was buried deep in the sand by time.

But the result was that Akado survived and returned to the royal city alone, covered in wounds. If Theresa hadn’t stopped him personally, I’m afraid the entire Absolver family would have been massacred.

Regicide?

The doctor suddenly thought of the Integration Movement cadre who was treated like a ball and kicked around every day in the game.

Oh, her name is Lyudmila.

I hope she is adapting well to life in Rhode Island…

A sneeze!

Lyudmila, who was cleaning the sand and dust on the deck with a mop, sneezed.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a strong sense of malice without any reason.

“Over there, the new guy…” An operator nearby was washing the hatch with a high-pressure water gun.

“Don’t come near me!” As if she had a premonition, she quickly stopped her colleague from approaching, “I’m a little…”

“Oh, I know,” the operator understood and turned off the valve of the high-pressure water gun. “I heard that you experienced a lot of bad things before landing on Rhodes Island, and you have a serious psychological trauma from these strong impact tools.”

“Shh!” Lyudmila’s face turned pale and she stepped back silently.

Then he remembered how he was dragged onto this landship.

That damn short-haired Sarkaz cockroach… She never wanted to experience the dizziness and weightlessness of being swept by the high-speed water and rolling in the parking lot again.

193. In order to play Angel, I paused time

“Teacher Acardo,” Rosemary held the tablet in front of the blood demon.

She pointed at the preview of the power armor on the screen, somewhat puzzled, “This independent power armor codenamed ZIO does not seem to be included in the registration list of accompanying materials for our landship.”

Akado combed the fur next to the kitten’s ears. “It’s not our property.”

“Oh…” Rosemary agreed softly, no longer caring, then put down the tablet and lay in Accardo’s arms to continue her nap.

Her long tail swung back and forth, describing the joy and comfort in her heart.

Colombia is not far from Casimir, but the terrain between the two places is extremely rugged, so a detour is required, and the round trip takes two months.

Nian angrily said that he might miss the New Year event. Xi pulled out the scroll and pointed at it, saying that we might as well make do with it in the painting.

As the elder sister, Nian cried with joy, and convened a meeting of all the members of the ship overnight to pool their wisdom, make up for the shortcomings, seek good advice, listen to good suggestions, and follow the late emperor’s will… She glanced at Akado who was passing by the door, and silently swallowed the disrespectful words.

Miss Quill, the default hostess of everyone and the captain in charge, approved the preparation plan for the New Year’s activities of the land ship “Hyperion” (because it uses the new power system designed by Skadi, it has to continue to use the strange name she gave it).

Also traveling in the wilderness, another group of girls on a long journey did not have such good conditions to celebrate the New Year.

The emperor kept Columbia to make movies, and he threw Penguin Logistics to Casimir with a look of disgust on his face.

These clumsy girls only disturb my thoughts. The emperor who was obsessed with making movies said this.

Then, for various reasons, the couriers could not take the land cruiser, but had to take the land vehicle to escort a batch of goods to the destination. The harsh terrain and climate doubled the time required.

This is because Mostima took care of the security issues, otherwise it would have taken at least half a year to arrive.

“Mastema?”

The Archangel had no idea how many times he had wanted to ask her about the failed mission that destroyed the fate of the person he loved most, but every time the words came to his lips, he always found it difficult to say them, as if there was a wet cloth stuffed in his heart blocking the bloody wound, and opening it would cause excruciating pain.

The blue-haired Sakota pushed open the cabin door and went into the narrow bedroom. “It’s your turn to keep watch.”

As she said this, her expression seemed a little tired, and it seemed that the fatigue was not physical but mental… She took a strange-looking pocket watch from the front of her belt and stuffed it into her coat pocket.

Archangel nodded, picked up the guardian gun and walked out.

The interior space of the land vehicle was not large, and it seemed crowded with four girls living in it.

It is three o’clock in the morning. The sky is dark and the clouds and mist cover the stars and the moon.

The LED sign in the rest cabin emitted a faint light. In the wilderness where there was no supply of processed Originium, no one was willing to waste precious energy on a long journey.

Fiammetta was lying on the sofa in tight underwear, playing with a fifth-order Rubik’s Cube. Most of her smooth skin was exposed, and her well-trained figure made people want to rub their faces against it. Only the most critical parts were covered by thin cloth, and in the dim light, she was as mysterious and breathtaking as moonlight.

Croissant was wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt and only a pair of underwear on her lower body. She was sleeping soundly in the corner of the bed, hugging her pillow.

A few pairs of unwashed stockings were crumpled up and left at the foot of the bed, with a faint smell of sweat. Sneakers and hiking boots were lying in a mess at the bottom of the bed. Underpants and underwear were hung on hangers on a thin rod set on the ceiling, with a damp smell.

There were only two beds in the rest cabin, and Fiammetta was quite resistant to sleeping on the same bed with Croissant. Perhaps it was because he was squeezed by those two huge lumps of starchy fat on the first day and felt hot and sweaty, and he couldn’t sleep all night.

After all, there was no air conditioning in the land vehicle. It was summer, and even at night the wilderness was terribly hot. Perhaps it was because of the frequent natural disasters in Sami, which was a little further away, that affected the temperature nearby.

Mostima took a cold shower and sat on the sofa in her tight sports bra. “Are you still playing with the Rubik’s Cube?”

“Stay away from me,” Fiammetta waved her hand in disgust, “You haven’t washed off the smell of sweat yet.”

“No way,” Mastema raised her arm and sniffed it, “It’s quite normal.”

She sniffed Fiametta and said, “You are a little bit…”

“Never mind. I’m used to it.”

The other party pushed away Mostima who was approaching and continued to twist his Rubik’s Cube. During the time when we were trying to save electricity, reading a book was also a luxury.

……

The night is getting darker.

Mostima stopped the hands of her pocket watch, looked at the dead silence in the rest cabin, and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

The glass door was opened, and fine water droplets floated in the air.

A red-haired Sakta girl takes a bath. The halo above her head illuminates the darkness.

Mostima smiled, a smile that contained a lot of complex elements.

The quality of sleep of Angel is still very high today.

How did she fall asleep? When did she lie down on the bed? She herself didn’t know.

194. The Little Robot King of Angel

Once upon a time, a surreal manga called “Gundam” became popular in Terra.

The two terms “planet” and “universe” were pushed to the general public, and then spread rapidly like a virus, triggering the imagination of countless people.

The handsome mechas soared in space, and the Gundam became popular in Terra. No matter men, women, young or old, no one could resist the charm of the big mechas.

Among them, the Sakota people are the most obsessed and fanatical about Gundam. Not to mention that many Gundams are named after religious allusions in Lateran, the sharp appearance that makes people’s blood boil, the incomparable beauty of the coexistence of the heat of fire and the coldness of steel, has completely penetrated their strike zone.

Look, the bright blue and white colors that even the darkness cannot conceal, the sexy waist, the angular long shield and the gray-white sword, all covered with dew, look like a thrilling battle has just ended.

This is the most popular “Gundam” peripheral, with the same code name as the Sakota girl in the bathroom, that is, “Angel”. It is limited edition and can only be purchased by appointment in Colombia’s Blue Cargo.

Many businesses have also considered selling pirated products and falsely claiming them to be genuine, but after several attempts, they found that they could not replicate the exaggerated details and mobility advertised with their own tools and technology. Faced with the eager eyes of comic readers, they still honestly lowered their prices and called themselves “fans.”

Exia was able to get this limited edition toy thanks to her unremitting efforts for nearly a month, running around in Colombia, and finally helping the Emperor get one from Akado’s channel.

Of course, after many twists and turns, it finally fell into Mostima’s hands.

She helped the Angel to wipe her body clean, then put on her clothes and tucked her back into bed, pausing her time at the same time.

Only then did Mostima return to the bathroom and carefully put away the wet metal model.

How handsome! She rubbed her hands and admired the Archangel she loved in the infinitely long night. This Archangel was not the same Archangel. This was a miracle, the highest masterpiece of the combination of human fantasy and industrial science, a great creation that transcended the constraints of thought and vision. This was a noble and proud figure that could never be matched by the mortal flesh.

She was intoxicated by the sharp edge, metallic luster, and heavy texture. If she could see it become a reality one day and experience it in person…

A sneeze!

Quill covered his mouth and frowned. He suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the daughter he had taken such good care of had been targeted by criminals before she was even born.

She looked at the drawings that filled the entire manufacturing room, thousands of black papers and white words, most of Tremont’s wisdom, gathered here to form the outline of a spine, surrounded by countless blank component outlines. They were combined together, and the final product was named “Gundam”.

*

11451.4 kilometers away from the Hyperion land cruiser, in the territory of Grand Knight Casimir, Kavaleriaki.

Lin Guang’s house, backyard.

Green ivy climbs up the stone wall, and the years cast mottled shadows between the stones.

Unknown wild flowers, some purple and some red, bloomed on the roof.

The sun is shining brightly, and yellow butterflies are flying all over the garden.

Snapped.

The two wooden swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Maria Lingguang and Zofia broke up at the first touch.

“Maria, you can’t become a great knight with only this level of skill.”

“Damn it… again!”

Maria was stimulated and immediately rushed towards Zofia again, waving her wooden sword.

Zofia tapped the ground with her feet, nimbly dodged Maria’s blow, and then swung the wooden sword in her hand to stab her shoulder and elbow.

The wooden sword flew out of his hand and fell to the ground not far away.

Maria squatted down, holding her elbows, her face wrinkled.

“Aunt, you’re too harsh!” she yelled at the woman in front of her.

“Who are you calling aunt?” Zofia chopped her head with a knife, “Call me sister!”

“Aunt…Sister, let me rest for a while, and continue training later!”

“No, that’s enough for today. This is your first time receiving a formal knight’s combat training course. If you rush, you will only cause hidden injuries to your body.”

Sofia took a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“You can go do your homework now. Learn more about school. It will come in handy in the future.”

Maria is still a high school student this year, and her academic workload is relatively heavy. After hearing what Sofia said, she had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​training, went into the house obediently to take a shower, and then started doing her homework.