"Finally, those who dine in the Bay Area public restaurant are senior commanders and their families. You cannot tell anyone our three chapters of agreement." When the leader finished speaking, his eyes shone with determination.
"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. No one has ever told me that marriage is like this..." the girl muttered to herself aggrievedly.
"Yes! If it weren't for those damn training courses, you wouldn't know anything about the world!" He growled slightly.
"In your eyes, I know nothing about the world..." she replied stubbornly, "but I know one thing, you can't treat your legal wife like this..."
"Have I ever admitted that you are my wife?" His attitude was also extremely firm.
At this time, the carriage's flashing lights signaled the arrival of the station, the door opened, and the spacious and bright underground station of the Sarashi Vardi Public Restaurant was right in front of them.
He immediately got off at the station, but she was so sensitive that she looked unhappy and refused to get off.
"Okay...I may have gone too far just now." He quickly softened his habitual commander's tone. Women are really the most troublesome creatures in the world. Dealing with women is more of a headache for him than capturing a Gaia space base.
This is not a problem that can be solved by a surprise attack. He must pay great attention to tactical skills.
"The wedding band tied our hands together. You have no one in the inner circle. You are unfamiliar with the world. Apart from me, there is no one you can rely on." He stretched out his hand to her with his usual expression.
Personable, "At least I didn't mean to hurt or offend you."
The pale Yerou has a pair of watery blue eyes, flashing with distrust and suspicion.
She was born in the "Deva Ring" across the sea from here, which shows that her parents are not the highest class nobles. Most of the female friends around her will marry engineers of the same class, and those beautiful and outstanding women will marry "nei"
The soldiers in "Carter Ring" are "highly married", and she is one of the "highest married". As a newbie, it is difficult for her to compete with those palace maids or female soldiers in terms of skills and connections. They can form gangs.
They formed a "wives group", but she was really just an "outsider".
"Come on, we are the so-called 'contract couple'. You are free and I will not control you. You only need to play the role of my wife in front of others, but I will protect you and do what I say."
His long career as a senior commander gave him an unquestionable sense of authority when speaking, while she was an ordinary R&D staff member who was nearly ten years younger than him.
Yerou told herself that Kalki once ordered the housekeeping robot to take care of herself and protect her...
She stared at his long blue eyes, which were too deep to be understood. He was too powerful. How could she, an "outsider" who knew almost no one here, fight against him?
She stretched out her slender hand to him and put it on his wrist, expressing her compromise with him.
In this way, he gracefully held the hand of his newlywed wife to a public restaurant in the Bay Area. He also held the hand of another girl in this way.
It is said to be a public restaurant, but in fact it is comparable to the most luxurious hotel environment in Gaiamang Star City.
Yerou was shocked by the luxurious and elegant environment as soon as she entered the huge hall. The tall dome design, suspended classical crystal lamps in the shape of lotus, and the scroll decoration of classical Ionic columns on the top of the wall.
, on the largest wall, a huge, pure white peacock with an extremely agile and graceful figure is depicted on a background of indigo blue and gold. This painting uses special materials to make every trace of peacock feathers shine in the crystal light.
The light shines brightly. This is the origin of this public restaurant where Plato’s white race generals gathered, commonly known as the “White Peacock Restaurant”.
Rows of white dining tables are covered with rose balls clustered in pink and champagne colors. The fragrance of flowers and plants mixed with the warm aroma of food hits your face.
This was incomparable to the collective canteen of the Weapons Research Institute where she had lived for many years. Like a country girl, Yerou unconsciously stopped and looked around.
"Kalki is here!"
"Kalki is finally here!"
"It's great, it's the first time I see the leader's wife."
The married high-ranking commanders of the White Tiger Knights stood up and rushed over, and Kalki received a very warm welcome. Since this was his first time to dine at the "White Peacock Restaurant" after his marriage, many of them even met with
The senior commanders of the fleet, whom he had never met before, also came to say hello and express their welcome.
"Hello! Kalki!" A black-haired knight wearing the uniform of the Knights came over enthusiastically.
"Hello! Shattayu!" Kalki opened his arms freely.
Kalki and Deacon Shattayu of the White Tiger Knights hugged each other, looking quite warm.
"Dagu, long time no see, your waist is getting thicker!" Kalki said childishly to Deacon Dagu, who punched him on the shoulder unceremoniously, but the two looked at each other and smiled.
Hug.
This warm and almost chaotic greeting lasted for several minutes. Yerou saw a completely different side of the man who was serious and boring when she was with her: when Kalki grinned, he looked quite free and sweet.<
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Plato's people lived a collective life from birth to death, in which Kalki was like a natural luminous body and gravitational field. This was an emotion that he could not give up.
The ladies also gathered around. They were not much older than Yerou. They were all tall, graceful and elegant beauties. They were also dressed very appropriately and fashionably. They greeted Yerou warmly and cheerfully.
"Yerou, your name is so beautiful, and you are even more beautiful." A beauty with delicate features and long dark brown hair looked at her from head to toe. Yerou was the only one wearing a traditional ankle-length "Anakali" skirt.
The girls, the others all wore long house dresses with a space-like feel, which made their figures more slim. Some female soldiers even wore trousers, showing the coolness of women who are not inferior to men.
But this sense of classicism and tradition matched well with her elegant and beautiful appearance, and they all praised her.
"My name is Liya, and my husband, Deacon Shattayut, has just fought in Messier under the command of Kalki." Liya looked very enthusiastic, "Both of them have lived in the Trayester Mausoleum.
She', the relationship is very good."
The girls have a natural affinity for each other. They kissed each other and introduced each other. They seemed to accept her as one of them smoothly.
"Your wife is very beautiful." After saying hello, Shattayu said to Kalki with a smile, "But she doesn't look very happy."
Kalki was busy greeting other senior commanders and pretended not to hear.
"You didn't do anything excessive to the little girl, right?" Shattayu joked to the groom, "Being Mrs. Kalki will make a girl extremely happy."
"I'm hungry! I want to eat something." Kalki quickly changed the subject.
He walked to the streamlined buffet table filled with all kinds of sumptuous food, picked up the plate and randomly selected several kinds. The food varieties in the "White Peacock Restaurant" were more colorful than those in Bukhara, and they provided various juices.
Alcoholic sparkling wine and exquisite desserts are foods that will never be provided to young knights, but they are all served by themselves, so that during the three-hour period of each meal, community residents can come to the restaurant to dine at any time.
Yerou was stunned by the richness and splendor of the food in front of her, as well as the always gorgeous decorations. Various pink flowers were inserted into the swan-shaped crystal decorations, which made the exquisitely prepared food look extremely bright. "Here, girls might like this." He handed her a beautifully made meal.
Yerou lowered her head and looked at the meal handed over by the group leader. There was a piece of grilled imitation cod meat on the blue and white porcelain plate, with a special flower sauce poured on it, various green herbs sparsely sprinkled on it, and garnished on the side.
White currant and golden raspberry.
Just looking at this artistic dinner plate, the fresh and sour sweetness that triggers the taste buds will flood into the brain, making people appetite.
"Thank you..."
But before she could feel the sweet emotion in her heart, he turned his head away. His micro-expression could not deceive anyone. He was playing the role of her husband.
"Wow, what a loving couple."
His friends cheered from the sidelines.
In such a warm atmosphere, they were gathered to dine in the "Knights' Corner" area. Although they were all white senior officers, the knights and the fleet still maintained a clear distance.
The long dining table is the same as the one in Bukhara, covered with a white tablecloth, but it is decorated with bright and eye-catching bouquets, and even the tableware is exquisite. It uses blue and white porcelain depicting iris, which looks very unique. This gorgeous and exquisite feeling
It is something that has never been seen in the simple Bukhara canteen.
The married white tiger knights sat on one side of the long table, and their wives sat on the other side. Fresh roses were placed in the middle as intervals. Yerou carefully stepped into the top world of Plato's military aristocracy.
Opposite her are all white tiger knights. These friends who are familiar with Kalki are all in their early thirties. They are more mature and stable than the frizzy and energetic young knights. Their buns are all neatly combed and shiny.
They are a group of the most handsome men in the world. Only Kalki maintains the habit of wearing free-style sheva robes, while the other knights wear more convenient tight-fitting casual clothes, just like Yerou wears a very traditional long skirt. She turned around and looked around. The ladies eating in front of her husband were all young and beautiful, with decent hairstyles. Against the backdrop of the candlelight on the table, these beautiful people looked like angels living in heaven. They talked and laughed softly, using their knives and forks.
Rowing and sipping, it’s like the best energy in the universe is in this restaurant.
"Kalki, you are so lucky." Deacon Nahusha, who was sitting on Kalki's side, looked at Yerou, "Your wife is not only beautiful, she also looks very gentle and submissive. How can I put it, just like in the publicity?"
Some blond little sweetheart."
"What? Are you feeling lusty today?" Uta, the deacon's wife, glared at her husband. Needless to say, her tough style reminded people of the shape-shifting female fighter pilot nicknamed "Valkyrie" by the knights.
They.
"How is it possible, dear, all I think about is you!"
After Nahusha finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter. It was an open secret that this fun-loving deacon was henpecked.
Kalki saw Yerou opposite her with pink cheeks under the public praise of the opposite sex, and lowered her head unconsciously.
Yerou is the most perfect blonde in the eyes of all men. Even he can't find any faults. She is the perfect bride created by Plato's system. Kalki secretly thought: If he didn't bring the blond Yerou today,
It’s Xuanji with an East Asian appearance. Although Xuanji is also beautiful and tall, will she be boycotted by her friends?
"Oh, today the restaurant specially prepared a wedding cake for Captain Kalki's wedding." Liya saw Kalki helping himself to a simple apple pie and said quickly, "This is the privilege of the Grand Leader's wedding. You guys
Two people can cut it, it must be very delicious."
"Fortunately, Ira is not here." The dark-haired Shatayu lowered his head and said in Kalki's ear. "He is currently leading the Knights and the second fleet 'Media' on the way to the Ceto base. He may
Encounter with the Gaia fleet."
A new fierce battle is about to begin. If the war between the two sides continues to expand, there will be many opportunities for him to leave home for a long time. Kalki thought to himself.
"Go and cut it yourself! I don't like cakes." Kalki said to Yerou slightly coldly.
"Liya, help Yerou go see the wedding cake. She will definitely like it. It was specially made for her." Shatayu's tone towards his wife became much gentler.
Liya smiled brightly, and immediately took Yerou with her, and also invited several curious and enthusiastic ladies to go with her.
"Let's go too." Uta also said to the remaining female soldiers.
The men exchanged glances with each other. Their brains are as outstanding as their appearance. Now that they have separated their wives, they can talk about some political secrets at the dinner table.
"The conflict between the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Military Privy Council is now almost open to the public." The tall Deacon Dagu came over and they began to speak German, which is reserved for small circles. "Two days ago, a team of intelligent robots from the Ministry of Internal Affairs rushed in.
The Privy Council searched."
"What?" Kalki frowned. A fierce and cruel interstellar war was about to begin on the front line, but tensions were rising among the people in the backyard.
"But it only lasted for less than a few minutes, and these robots became incapacitated and paralyzed one after another. The explanation given by the Ministry of Internal Affairs was a system failure." Dagu deliberately lowered his voice and said, "The angered Xuanyuan Zeng finally broke out. It is said that he privately
Say this is a conspiracy in the Holy of Holies."
"The relationship between the Holy Sanctuary and the Ministry of Internal Affairs has always been very special... and now they won't shy away from it." Kalki also said very softly, "The saint really wants to stand in front of the stage... We thought it would be better to have a real emperor.
What does it feel like?"
Everyone was silent, exchanging glances with each other.
"Karki, you are thinking too much. Logos will not allow this to happen." Nahusha put down his wine glass and said, "We soldiers only need to obey orders and do our best on the battlefield."
Logos "maintains a system that is perfect..."
"Logos is just an energy field left by the ancient gods of the earth..." He eagerly told the secrets he had seen from the earth's archives, "Plato's orderliness only relies on the inertia of human conscience. If someone does not abide by it,