desire reconciliation

Chapter 31

After Lancelot returned to the dormitory, he immediately dialed Uriah's terminal.

This time, unlike before, no one responded, but was quickly connected, and the person on the other side directly connected to the holographic mode.

Uriah was wearing a military uniform, with fine black hair hanging on his forehead, and the holographic projection simulated the background in a small area around him, with bits and pieces of light shining inside, which was the scene inside the interstellar spaceship.

Lancelot did not turn on the holographic mode, that is, Uriah could only hear his voice, but could not see his holographic simulation image.

"Finally you are willing to call me? These days, you walk around me every day." Uriah's voice came, with inexplicable grievances.

"Ignore you and you just gave me the position of marshal?"

"Isn't it what you said to be business-like? There is no way, you are the best candidate." Uriah was a bit rascal.

Lancelot couldn't help him: "What's the situation in Zongyuan now?"

Uriah didn't expect him to ask this first, and a moment of astonishment flashed across his face: "You haven't opened the box Justu gave you yet?"

Only then did Lancelot remember the small box he left on the bed just after entering the door.

"Not yet, is there anything written about Zongyuan?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lancelot seemed to see a flash of disappointment on Uriah's face.

"No." Because he couldn't see Lancelot's movements, Uriah continued: "You can open it after you hang up later."

Hearing Lancelot's response, Uriah continued: "Is the situation on the Zongyuan side good or bad? The biggest problem now is the information transfer station."

Lancelot: "Information transfer station? Those in no man's land?"

Uriah: "That's right. The empire has made an eight-year information transfer station construction plan..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lancelot.

Lancelot: "Is it convenient for you to talk now? Do you need to change places?"

Uriah, who was holographically projected on the terminal, smiled. He shook the terminal aside, and Lancelot realized that he was just staying in the room alone.This person seemed to have made up his mind and was waiting for his call here.

Seeing that he was relieved, Uriah continued: "In the past five years, the empire has also built information transfer stations in no-man's land. I didn't expect the Zerg change to be so much earlier.

Most of the signals use the transfer stations provided by Star Pirates.Signal transmission is unstable, and information distortion or delay often occurs. "

When Lancelot heard that the information would be delayed, he thumped in his heart: "How long is the longest delay under normal circumstances?"

Uriah's face was a little gloomy: "Under normal circumstances, the delay is 4 hours to 8 hours, because there may be information distortion. Zongyuan and the military have always used three or more frequency bands, and each band is the same. Signal transmitted three times."

In this case, a message will be sent at least nine times, and it is a very wise decision to use the number to resist distortion and loss.

But before Lancelot's heart could be relieved, Uriah's words made people's heart rise to their throats again.

"But now there is a problem with at least three information transfer stations in a planetary belt in the no-man's land. The real change in Zombies actually started a month before we received the news."

It went in circles and it ended up being the worst.

Lancelot: "Then what is the situation in Zongyuan now? Have you found out the reason why Zongyuan changes so much in advance?"

Uriah: "I haven't found it yet. In the Zerg War five years ago, it took a year from the first detection of the Zerg Abyss to the start of the war. But this time, only one month later, the data fed back by the Zerg Abyss It’s almost the same as the data of Zongyuan’s two-month change five years ago, and the growth rate is still accelerating.”

Lancelot thought for a while: "That means the speed has doubled."

Uriah nodded: "Yes, according to this momentum, within five months, history will repeat itself, and the Zerg War will break out again."

For the first time, Lancelot felt that he was so close to the war.

It's as if life without too many waves is just an illusion reflected on the calm lake, and the war full of blood and death is the reality of the rough waves under the lake.

Danger is always there, and tomorrow or the accident does not know which one will come first.

The two were silent for a long time, and Uriah said: "You don't need to worry too much, I have cooperated with Raphael to make an inhibitor that can be used three times. Raphael has added special ingredients, which do little harm to the body, but The relative storage time is relatively short, so it can be kept for two or three months at most."

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, and Uriah told him not to worry, why he was worried about this kind of thing, shouldn't he be told not to worry about the situation on the other side of Zongyuan?

He didn't pick up Uriah's words, but said another thing: "How many people did you bring this time?"

Uriah replied to him: "I left in a hurry this time. The mecha department brought 36 people. A single starship can carry up to 20 mechas. There are two ships in total. I plan to go to the front line to see the situation first. After all, although there will be no worm queens in the worm abyss, ordinary zerg will also flood into the interstellar space in large numbers."

He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and the smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, as if the crisis situation just mentioned was not worth mentioning in front of him.

Uriah: "I guess it should be two months later. Your mech squad will send the next batch of people to the front line after the final trial. You can come to see me at that time."

I don't know what words he said stimulated Lancelot again, or he became addicted to memorizing military regulations.

Lancelot said indifferently: "There are additional clauses in Chapter 5 of the military regulations of the military department. The acting marshal has all the functions of a marshal."

In other words, the acting marshal even has more power to speak in the military than the marshal far away on the front line. Now Lancelot can be said to be Uriah's superior.

Uriah smiled: "You like the broken rules I set so much? But I really added this one because I felt bored. It's not that I didn't find the loopholes, but I just thought it would be too troublesome to modify. After all, I didn't think I would Who will act as the marshal. I didn't expect that the bad taste in the past can become fun now."

He touched his chin with great interest, as if he was glad he didn't change the rule, with a hint of teasing in his mouth: "You really want to overwhelm me that much, Mr. Acting Marshal?"

When Uriah said the last six words, he deliberately drew the ending sound very long.

Lancelot didn't answer him, but the sound of breathing became heavier.

It's a pity that he didn't turn on the holographic projection mode. Uriah felt that if he turned it on, he would definitely see expressions that he hadn't seen before.

But it's a pity, it's a pity, Uriah still clicked to the end, he didn't want someone to hang up the phone before he finished speaking.

Uriah: "I have entrusted you with the position of Marshal, you must not disappoint me."

Lancelot came back to his senses: "I will try my best."

Uriah said "Yes" and said, "Take Nan Mian to see me in two months."

Lancelot's forehead jumped when he heard him return to the previous topic: "Why should I listen to you? Do you think I would really like to see you?"

Black

Leah replied without the slightest hesitation: "You don't know if you want to see me, but I definitely want to see you."

Lancelot choked on his words, only to hear Uriah say again: "Why don't we make a bet, I bet you want to see me in two months."

Lancelot didn't know where his self-confidence came from, and he felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart while being surprised.

Unexpectedly, he agreed: "Okay, then I also want to bet on something I am interested in."

Uriah thought for a while: "If I lose, I can promise you one thing. Are you interested in this?"

Lancelot didn't think about what to ask Uriah to do, but this kind of lottery that could make a decision after the fact was more attractive.

Lancelot accepted the bet.

It was Lancelot's turn to say that he had lost the promise he needed to fulfill.

After thinking about it left and right, he felt that he must be able to win this bet, after all, Uriah stayed by his side every day, and he didn't agree to him.

Could it be that the two are tens of thousands of light-years apart, yet I still fall in love with him, even so much that I want to see him the next second?

If such a situation really happened, it would be meaningless for them to make this bet, and the two of them could simply register with the Interstellar Civil Affairs Bureau.

Lancelot casually said the same thing as Uriah: "If I lose, I will promise you one thing."

On the other side of the terminal, Uriah sat on the interstellar spacecraft heading for the worm abyss and smiled secretly.

As a result, the two took two months as the deadline.

A bet spanning tens of thousands of light years has begun.

After Lancelot hung up Uriah's phone call, he threw himself on the bed in the dormitory and touched the small box inadvertently.

He lay down under the quilt and reached out to touch the box, raised his face to look at the box carved with complicated silver patterns, put his hands on it, and opened it easily.

There is also a small black box lying in the box, which looks very delicate, and there is a card that looks like a greeting card next to it.

Lancelot spread the outer box aside, and did not rush to open the card. Instead, he reached out and picked up the smaller black box next to him. After looking at it, the box presented a beautiful diamond shape, and the surface was made of flocking material. It feels very comfortable to touch.

With a click, the small black box opened.

Lancelot's eyes trembled slightly, he took the box and sat up from the bed.

inside

It was a silver ring inlaid with aquamarine gemstones.

The color of that aquamarine gemstone is very good, even without the blessing of light, it can naturally reflect a beautiful luster through the cut surface, like a star refracted into the ocean, the sea surface is calm, so the light emitted is not dazzling , but with a mild color.

The color of the gem is very similar to that of Lancelot's eyes, and even the flashing light is consistent, like a river of stars, bright but gentle.

The ring lay quietly in Lancelot's hand.

He stared at the ring for a long time before reacting, and picked up the card in the box.

Lancelot opened the card, and there was only a line of sentences written in pen in the greeting card. The writing was chic and smooth, and it was written by the marshal himself.

"It's?as?charming?as?your?eyes."