desire reconciliation

Chapter 33

Justu looked at him: "Aren't you tired from doing physical training every day?"

After packing up the last document in his hand, Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little helpless: "You can't stop even if you're tired. Don't you know that Omega doesn't grow muscles easily?"

Justu made a gesture of clasping his fists: "You are really my big brother, I can't help but admire it. By the way, you are busy here every day as an agent of the marshal, so what about your mech squad?"

"asked for leave."

Justu rubbed his chin: "Then do you want me to help you with extra lessons? Although I'm not as good as Uriah, I have been certified for many years anyway."

"Actually, Uriah has already taught him almost." Lancelot turned his head and smiled at him, "But thank you for your kindness. If there is a chance, we can fight against each other in the future?"

"What do you mean it's almost finished?" Justu was a little shocked.

Lancelot thought for a while: "I have learned to control the mind, is this the right answer?"

"!? Uriah also taught you mind control?" Justu just felt a thunderbolt above his head at this moment, and the sound was louder than the sound.

Lancelot nodded.

Justu couldn't believe it: "Did you learn mecha before?"

"I have learned the theory."

"I said operation."

"No."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Justu couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Good guy, I'm just a good guy. You two really dare to teach and the other dare to learn, do you know? Generally, mental power control is an advanced learning content. From entry to mastery." He gave a thumbs up, "It's amazing."

Lancelot smiled politely at him: "Then it's a compliment to me?"

Justu scratched his head: "Hey, I don't know whether it's good or bad. If you learn too fast, you may not be able to keep up with your mental strength, but Uriah thinks that you have no problem, so you should be fine."

Lancelot went to Uriah's dormitory for physical training as usual.

At the end of today's training, the terminal that was put aside suddenly vibrated.

You don't have to look to know who it is.

Lancelot got off the training equipment, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and connected the phone.

The person on the other end of the terminal is still using the holographic projection mode.

Opening the screen, he smiled and said to him: "Miss me?"

Lancelot frowned: "Master Marshal, you have only gone for less than 36 hours.

Time. "

Uriah changed her outfit today, but she couldn't see it clearly through the holographic projection. She didn't wear a military uniform, but only a white shirt and black pants. She outlined a slender figure and looked very casual.

He should be sitting on the bed right now, and his posture is very comfortable.

"It's good that there is progress. This time, I am willing to answer my call."

Lancelot showed no mercy: "Is there anything else? If not, I'll die."

Uriah hurriedly said, "Don't ask, how did you feel on your first day as Marshal?"

"Not bad." Lancelot's answer was somewhat casual.

"Do you want to turn on the holographic mode as well?" Uriah suggested cautiously.

"No." Lancelot refused very simply.

Uriah let out a "wow": "So indifferent? Last time I was the only one who opened it. To be a marshal requires fairness and justice. Only you can see me, and I can't see you. How unfair, don't you think? Lord Marshal."

He was serious and unreasonable, and this time he even omitted the word "agent" in front of the marshal.

Immediately after that, strike the iron: "Are you going to start mech simulation training? If you turn on the holographic mode, I can give you remote guidance, or I can't see your operation and can't correct it?"

Lancelot's eyes moved: "Can you guide mecha operation?"

"of course."

Uriah took out a sincere tone of how could I lie to you, and stared at the terminal without blinking. Finally, under Uriah's "Sense of emotion moves reason", Lancelot put Holographic mode is also turned on.

Uriah saw a bit of the background scanned in through the holographic projection, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. Sure enough, this person went to his dormitory for training.

Both of them turned on the holographic mode, as if they were really talking face to face.

Uriah pretended to be serious, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth accidentally betrayed him, while Lancelot seemed to be business-like.

He entered the mech simulator with no expression on his face, took off the terminal and put it on the table beside him, so that Uriah's perspective was just facing the console.

Uriah, who was put aside: "?"

Shouldn't it be a close contact with a terminal?

How was he put aside?

Uriah was aggrieved: "Do you want to get closer, I can't see clearly because it's too far away."

Lancelot is activating the mech simulator, upon hearing this, he feels

It seemed to make sense, so he reached out and moved the terminal closer.

"It's still a bit far away." Uriah said cheekily, concealing his purpose.

Lancelot looked helplessly at the terminal: "Master Marshal, I can clearly see that the two buttons on your shirt collar are not buttoned. Are you sure you won't be able to see my operation?"

Uriah had no choice but to compromise: "Okay."

Lancelot conducted a few warm-up simulations first, because the level of driving was not high, and he had already mastered it by heart, coupled with the flexible use of skills, Uriah did not pick out any faults after a few rounds.

"I haven't guided you during this period, but you've made rapid progress." Uriah nodded approvingly.

"It's far worse than you." Lancelot answered him non-stop.

Seeing the man staring at the operation seriously, Uriah couldn't help smiling: "Your goal is not low."

"Otherwise, could it be the adjutant of the Marshal?"

As soon as the words fell, the word "victory" was displayed on the big screen, and the lights in the mecha simulator also lit up.

Uriah smiled: "Let's increase the difficulty and continue."

Needless to say, Uriah, Lancelot has also raised the level.

The increase in difficulty level not only increases the difficulty of the operation level, but also increases the number of opponents, and the direction of attack will also be different. The direct result is the increase in the time of a single simulated battle.

This has always been difficult for Lancelot, who is an Omega and lacks stamina, to overcome. After all, no amount of exercise can change his natural physique.

Lancelot's operation in the first 30 minutes can be said to be perfect.

But as the training time lengthened, his physical strength gradually began to fail, and sometimes he could hear the slight panting of Omega stuffed in the helmet.

Uriah corrected his three mistakes in a row within 10 minutes, but none of them were operational errors but operational deviations with room for improvement.

These operational deviations were cleverly avoided by Lancelot during the previous warm-up operations. After the difficulty increased, and the physical strength that had been fighting for a while was not enough to keep up, some flaws in the operation were revealed.

Mecha operation is no easier than physical training. After a Zerg-level battle, Lancelot's shirt was almost soaked in sweat, and the light golden hair on his forehead was also stuck to his face due to moisture, and his eyes were also like It was covered with a layer of fog.

He took off his helmet and vomited deeply several times.

Tone, breathing still did not slow down.

Uriah: "After the few places I mentioned, you can try it yourself."

Lancelot nodded: "I have trained more than ten times before, and there are a few points in your guidance that I did not notice before, and there are a few points that I noticed but I don't know how to correct."

With Lancelot's affirmation, Uriah smiled: "Let's practice here today, it's getting late."

Lancelot let out a "hmm", turned off the mecha simulator, and was about to go back to his dormitory. The two chatted for a while.

Lancelot: "I just wanted to ask, is the road to Zongyuan so busy? If you have time to call me and have no time to handle official duties by yourself, do you still want me to be the acting marshal?"

Uriah adjusted his posture half leaning against the wall: "It's only been two days. It took General Fred's spaceship six days to reach the no-man's land, and we can reach it in about four and a half days at full speed. I don’t know what’s going on behind the crowded area, but I guess it will be difficult to even send a message, let alone a phone call.”

He just knew that he might not be able to communicate so frequently in the future, so during the time when he was on his way and still had a signal, he must make every effort to look at Lancelot more.

Lancelot: "Can't you send messages in no man's land?"

Uriah sighed: "It was still possible before, as long as you pay some money to the interstellar pirates, you can use the frequency band of their signal station. But now the transfer station has collapsed, and Fleet said that he is rushing to repair it. The specific situation depends on me. Go to find out."

"Then if there is any emergency in the military department, how can I contact you?"

"What do you think I asked you to be acting marshal for?" Uriah asked back.

Lancelot said sternly: "If the acting marshal makes a mistake in decision-making, the marshal himself will bear 80% of the responsibility. Are you not afraid that I will screw things up?"

Uriah: "If you want to ask me if I'm afraid, of course I'm still afraid. Isn't there still 20% for you to bear? Besides, I haven't been punished much since I became a marshal. I really want to experience it."

He touched his chin as he spoke, as if holding back a smile: "And don't you think it's romantic to be punished with someone?"

"I really don't think so." Lancelot found it funny, but he didn't know how to complain.

Uriah asked him, "Then what do you find romantic?"

Lancelot is now sitting on the edge of his bed, looking out of the window

With.

The moonlight came in, and the night sky shone with dots of stars was covering the entire military headquarters at this time, mixed with the shimmering light from those buildings, and reflected into his eyes.

He thought for a moment and replied: "Watch the interstellar and the Milky Way with your confidant or someone you like? Or go to those undiscovered places in the interstellar to find new civilizations?"

Uriah muttered: "Your words are not like a normal Omega at all. I believe everything that a hardcore straight A says."

"The Marshal, are you a hardcore straight A?" Lancelot asked him back.

The implication of what he said was to ask Uriah if he thought the things he said were romantic.

But the speaker has no intention, but the listener does.But Uriah heard something else from these words.

He said teasingly, "I recognize hardcore, but I'm not sure if it's not straight A. You see, I like anyone like you who doesn't look like an Omega at all except that your real gender is an Omega."

The first half of this sentence is Uriah's affirmation that he also finds the two things Lancelot said romantic.

The second half of the sentence is what Uriah realized on his own. He was afraid that Lancelot would think that he was doing something scum for sex.

But this time, Uriah really thought too much.

After he finished speaking, he still felt that it was not enough, so he added another sentence: "With your small body, there are still people who believe that you can overwhelm me."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "You know?"

"?" Uriah was taken aback, "You already knew??"

They were talking about the scandalous incident in Dungeon Legends. The famous Kane was overwhelmed by a good-looking "Alpha".

Lancelot laughed out loud: "When I left the hotel the next day, I was surrounded by people, and then those people talked about something. At that time, my head A little unconscious, didn't pay much attention, just listened to the general idea."

Uriah's tone was a bit resentful: "Aren't you going to correct me?"

"Correct what?"

Uriah blurted out, "You're the one being crushed."

All right, after all, Uriah's reputation as a dungeon street fighter and a marshal of the empire has been completely lost this time.

"It's not necessarily true." Lancelot suppressed a smile, "I don't know who is in the susceptible period crying and begging for a hug..."

Uriah narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of

Dangerous, but sexy with his current position and wide-open neckline.

Uriah kept silent about the susceptibility period: "I know, you seem to be quite disappointed?"

Lancelot recalled: "It's a little bit, after all, such opportunities are rare."

"If you have the ability, come to the real thing. It's so boring to be fake." Uriah was amused by him.

"I think the Marshal isn't here, or do you want me to project onto the projection..." Lancelot's voice gradually faded, a white hand was on the collar, his head slightly His eyes were lowered but turned up, with a hint of seduction, and his body gradually approached the holographic projection floating in the air.

Getting closer.

That could take Uriah's soul away.

As the Adam's apple rolled up and down, Uriah couldn't help cursing inwardly, and his heart skipped a beat.

Just when Lancelot was about to touch the projection, he stopped suddenly, a smile spread across his face, and the ripples passed through the stars and the Milky Way, reaching the man's chest.

"Master Marshal, you are blushing."

Uriah touched his cheek belatedly, but didn't show much panic.

He raised his eyebrows: "So proactive? Can I understand your action just now as I won the bet?"

"No." Lancelot replied simply.

"I think so too."

Although Uriah said this just to ease his embarrassment, he reached out and touched his nose, and changed the subject on his own.

"You don't have enough stamina. It might be a bit difficult to operate the mecha manually. You can try to increase the proportion of mental power control."

Lancelot looked at him: "Didn't you say before that the current ratio of manual control and mental power control is the best ratio calculated by the military?"

Uriah: "The data calculated by the military department is based on the 'majority'. Most of them are Alpha, most of them have good stamina, and most of their mental power are A~S. Which majority do you think you are in?"

He continued: "A lot of data are based on ordinary people, and the final calculated data is only likely to trap more ordinary people in terms of probability. It's like recruiting people with high education in the military, but not those with low education. Everyone is poor in ability, just because the majority of people with high education have high ability, that is, there is a greater probability of selecting people with high ability, while among people with low education, there are only a small number of people with high ability. The probability is also low. Based on the average

The data calculated by ordinary people can only provide high-probability decision-making reference and reduce decision-making costs.But high probability is by no means certain. "

"For example, you are that special case."

Uriah suddenly talked about probability theory and management.

He knows that Lancelot will believe some official data, and most people can convince him by saying "this is right", but if he wants to convince Lancelot, he has to tell him "why this is right" ".

Uriah spoke very vividly, and Lancelot understood it after listening to it once: "If I increase the ratio of mental power control, how much do you think the maximum can be?"

"100%." ​​Uriah said without hesitation.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, he knew there was a certain risk in this: "Are you so relieved?"

Uriah added: "The premise is that I must be present."

"Aren't you there?"

"Eighty-two points."

The optimal ratio given by the military department is 20 points, which is 80% mental power control and [-]% manual control.

And Uriah directly reversed the two.

Lancelot: "Okay, I'll try tomorrow."

Uriah: "By the way, I forgot to ask, did anything happen in the military today?"

"No big deal."

The files of Zongyuan were transferred, which is not a small matter, but Lancelot did not intend to tell Uriah about it. After all, this person will enter the no-man's land in three days. Tell him now, just Congest people.

Besides, how can people who are going to the battlefield have so many worries.

Uriah nodded: "That's fine. You can try to increase the ratio of mental power control tomorrow night, and see if you can spare time the day after tomorrow. I'll ask Justu to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

Uriah thought about it and told him.

"Military affiliated planet JP-142."

Lancelot was nervous when he heard the number of the planet. This subsidiary planet is a planet dedicated to physical training for the mecha department.

It's no longer a mech simulator there.

That's a real mecha!Big iron bumps one by one!

Uriah saw that he had a good expression, and there was a hint of an unknown smile in his eyes. He continued, "But there is a condition."

"What conditions?" Lancelot was so excited that his eyes were shining.

"You must wear the ring I gave you."