"If a civil war breaks out, how should we take sides? The Military Privy Council and the Senate, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Holy of Holies, how should these two factions choose?..." Kalki lowered his head, held his broad forehead with both hands, and said softly
.
"Kalki, stop talking!" Shattayu quickly asked him to stop. Kalki was sometimes so magnanimous as to be reckless, "This is impossible. Although the Platons have many ethnic groups, under the unity of the Meta-Church
There has never been a civil war in six centuries."
"For hundreds of years, no saint has really wanted to be an emperor!" Kalki said deeply.
"Kalki, I think you are thinking too much." Suddenly a "senior undead army" commander Perdaga sitting at the far end suddenly interrupted, holding a glass of light red sparkling wine in his slender hand.
He seemed very relaxed, "You are always careful and thoughtful, which is your strength and your weakness. We are soldiers, and the fight for political power is always messy. Who wins and who loses, what does it have to do with us?" "Say something else..." Deacon Dagu hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "This is the White Peacock Restaurant where senior military officers gather. Be careful when speaking in public."
"We don't know the situation of the Battle of Anunitu now. Ira, Krishna and Lakshmana are already on the journey..." Nahusha brought the topic to the hot spot on the front line, "Our victory rate this time
Very high. After the loss of Messier, the Gaians have panicked."
While the knights were discussing military and political matters after the meal, the young wives gathered around the floating cake table pushed out by the waiter, looking up at the two-meter-high stacked cake tower like a tower.
"Wow! What a beautiful seven-layer cake!"
"So tall! So beautiful!"
"Is this a wedding cake at the level of a group leader? Oh my God, it's better to see it than to hear it."
These girls in their twenties all love beautiful things. Even the female soldiers watched with admiration. Yerou looked at this pure white plant cream cake with fascination. There were no complicated decorations, only two unusual bushes.
Exquisite white phalaenopsis orchids hang down from both sides, looking extremely noble and elegant.
"It's so tall and big." Liya raised her head. Her hair was beautifully styled, and the back end was dotted with small purple-red roses. She had a pair of beautiful blue-green eyes, which were shining, as if she was moved by the scene.
He talked about his wedding day, "The wedding celebration cake for me and Shattayu only had two layers, but it was very unique. It was made of chocolate and black roses. He even fed me a bite. It was so delicious..."
Yerou looked at the young wife in front of her, how sweet and happy her marriage was. She could feel it from the looks of Liya and Shatayu.
"Oh..." Ye Rou was stunned when she saw a cake knife decorated with white roses and white ribbons on the plate. It was obviously used for the cake cutting ceremony for the bride and groom.
"Let's help you cut it together! Don't worry about those men." Liya said to him, with an elegant and joyful attitude, "This is actually a world of women, and we have suppressed those group of bachelors for many years.
If you don’t look good on them, they will live or die.”
"Karki may be an exception..." Yerou didn't know why she said this.
"He may have been single for a long time. Some men are like this. They cannot accept their marriage for a while and leave the group and comrades they are familiar with. After all, we are all married blindly." Liya looked at her, seeming to be in a state of confusion during the short contact.
, she felt the alienation between the newlyweds very keenly.
"Yerou, you have to have confidence in yourself. If a man doesn't want to accept you, he is blind and stupid."
After Liya finished speaking, she asked the waiter to bring more cake knives in a pleasant tone, and then all the happy and beautiful wives started cutting the cakes.
"Ah...it turns out to be a Phalaenopsis made of fondant. It's so exquisite and looks just like the real thing!"
"Thank you, Yerou, and I wish you a happy wedding!"
Throughout the whole process, she was detached and felt that she did not belong to this perfect fairyland world.
Of course Kalki is not stupid, she thought to herself: Not only is he not stupid, he has completely planned to alienate her.
While the knights were discussing softly, the happy wives brought cakes, which they all wanted to share with their husbands. The atmosphere immediately changed from a gloomy discussion with a certain conspiracy atmosphere to a bright and joyful atmosphere.
These beautiful and innocent young women brought a lot of joy to the husbands who were used to seeing many tragic wars. The knights all said a few friendly words to their wives. Only Kalki seemed to be still thinking about the problem.
Yerou looked at Kalki. Even among the White Tiger Knights who were famous for their handsomeness, her husband still looked so outstanding. He had his face turned sideways and his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.
She may not be the only one who has withdrawn from this perfect world. Kalki is also not used to going from a monastic, rigid and simple life to such a gorgeous and joyful world.
"Go on, we are going back." Kalki stood up and said goodbye.
"Ah! We can't take up Kalki's wedding night. This is really a heinous crime!"
Deacon Nahusha said jokingly, and everyone laughed.
Captain Kalki took his wife's hand gracefully and nodded cordially to all his friends.
"How beautiful they are."
"What a perfect couple."
They left in the envy of everyone. From the appearance point of view, Kalki and Yerou seemed to be a match made in heaven. They were the most beautiful newlyweds of Plato's aristocracy.
The two of them took the elevator to the underground station of the public restaurant to take the "Wahana" home, always accompanied by silence, so heavy.
As soon as he stepped onto the elevator and waited for the elevator door to close, he gently pulled his hand back. The two of them stood speechless.
After a play is over, the actors are all tired.
Yerou lowered her head. She had a feeling that everyone praised her and everyone was optimistic about their couple... Kalki was so popular among his friends, cheerful and easy-going, but he was so cold towards her because of his
Her heart was occupied and she was shut out.
During the entire journey home, they just stood on both sides, neither watching nor talking to each other.
When they walked into the lobby from the underground station, they found that the self-adjustable Roman-style couches and conformable sofas in the lobby were gone. Only decorative vases with flowers and a few tables were left.
The hall looks empty.
Not good! - Kalki ran to his study room like a storm.
The door opened automatically and he saw that there was nothing inside.
The reading chair he used to sleep on is missing.
"Aga! Mira!" he shouted, almost roaring, "What's going on?! Who on earth just moved my furniture away?!"
The two robots walked over quickly with their cute big feet.
"The cleaning department cleans and rearranges the house every day. It is a huge amount of labor to maintain such a big house." Ajia explained honestly, "After the cleaning department came, the staff from the logistics department came again.
, they moved some furniture, I confirm this is a legal procedure."
"What?" Kalki looked in disbelief.
"This is a letter left for you by the Logistics Department." Mira's voice was very soft, "They said you must read it."
"Letter?" Kalki took the neatly folded letter from a large piece of paper from Mira's robotic hand. He couldn't believe his eyes.
He has never received any physical paper letters in his life. The office correspondence between Plato's various departments would not have adopted such an ancient form long ago, unless——
This is the most important document, just like the Purple Silk Parables in the Holy of Holies.
He quickly opened the letter page and read it.
"This is an official letter written to me by Igudrasius, the head of the newly established General Logistics Service Department of the Knights..." Kalki's voice became softer and he lost the furious arrogance at the beginning.
Yerou looked at Kalki with incredulous eyes as he began to read very carefully.
This turned out to be a handwritten letter, printed with the coat of arms of the newly established General Logistics Department - the eagle coat of arms of Plato's army surrounded by a circle of exquisite wheat ears, and the signature was handwritten.
Soon, Kalki turned pale, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"This is...?" Yerou on the side showed an incomprehensible expression.
"Schei..." As soon as he said the curse words, he suddenly realized that he was speaking in front of his newlywed wife. He swallowed them and turned into a rage.
"If you want to threaten me, there is no way!"
After speaking, he was so angry that he wanted to tear up the paper. Contemporary special paper is waterproof and fireproof, and is naturally tough enough to be torn by hand. However, the furious Kalki has a lion-like power, which makes ordinary people unable to do anything.
The special paper was torn into pieces frantically.
He threw the fragments in front of her like large snowflakes, turned around and left.
As the night fell, a thick black cloud suddenly rose from the Anahita Sea without any warning. The surrounding night sky was still bright with stars, but the corner of the sea was like a devil released from a bottle, and the thick darkness
Spreading.
Kalki walked quickly to the seaside and stood on the edge of the high promontories, looking at the sudden storm in the distance. The dark clouds were shining slightly, and there seemed to be lightning and thunder inside. The slightly cold wind blew the knights.
The hem of the robe.
There is no way to escape, since he was born, he has been firmly controlled by a system. This system gave him the most decent life and even a perfect body, but it also demanded a blood tax from him.
He looked at the dark sea surging beneath his feet, and only death could escape responsibility.
But it's too late now... If he had insisted on being with the person he loved that night, no matter what the outcome was, at least he would not be so hesitant anymore.
Mira used a vacuum cleaner with huge steps to suck up the paper, scanned it and restored it with a patch, and used the stereoscopic projection frequency of her eyes to show the content of the letter to Yerou.
"What on earth is this written...?" Yerou opened her eyes to see clearly the content of the letter.
"...Yuanjiao marriage is a sacrament and cannot be profaned. Marriage without de facto will be regarded as invalid. After one month of invalid marriage, it is equivalent to rejecting the sacrament of marriage. Chief Kalki, you will be sent to an ideological re-education camp at that time
, until you accept marriage. But this will affect your loyalty file and military future..."
She read softly.
The newly established General Logistics Department of the Knights is the cloud that suddenly rises. Originally, the four major Knights worked independently, each with its own logistics management department... This is the "freedom of the nobility" that Kalki dreamed of. Over the years,
He feels he is free.
Iggdrashu is the former grand leader of the White Tiger Knights who is older than Ashla. He was parachuted in and took charge of this new department that controls all the knights. This unnecessary department is more like a disciplinary monitoring department, with iron claws.
Controls Plato's most elite troops.
He has never met Iggdrasius, but he can completely picture the appearance of a nearly 70-year-old former grand leader in his mind. He is tall, thin and cold, with a snow-white bun. His whole person is as disciplined as steel.
The incarnation of Yuanjiao, a loyal Yuanjiao warrior, he will eliminate all disharmonious existences without hesitation, with an absolute iron fist——
He stared blankly into the distance. The wind blew closer and closer, and the dark clouds rising from the sea rushed towards the Salasivadi Bay.
In just a few minutes, a gust of wind mixed with cool rain drifted over his head and covered his face. The coolness suddenly made him clear-headed.
Ye Rou has gone to bed to rest. Plato people who have no entertainment life are accustomed to the traditional life of resting at sunset.
This letter and Kalki's violent departure from home made her uneasy. The two smart housekeeping robots rushed to comfort her. They were so considerate and kind, but in comparison, she suddenly discovered that human society is full of all kinds of harm, which is terrifying.
Much more.
She was lying alone on the big bed, worried that he didn't know where to spend the night. Although he was very harsh to her, she suddenly felt sympathy for him after reading the official letter from the new minister to him.
Kalki was a special person, and he might be pursuing something she didn't understand. She looked at the empty space on one side of the big bed, and when she thought of his amazing handsomeness and nobility under the lights and candlelight, she felt soft.
I still want to treat him as my husband who will stay with me for thirty years in the future.
Half asleep and half awake, Yerou vaguely heard the soft sound of rain and felt that someone was watching her...
She opened her eyes and vaguely saw a dark figure standing beside the bed. Behind her was the open balcony window. There was darkness outside the window, as if a rain had just passed, and everything was moist and dark.
The tall, faceless black figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at her.
"Ah!" She turned over and stood up, trembling with fright.
After the heavy rain, the night suddenly became very bright, and the skylight filtered through the window. She fixed her eyes and immediately saw clearly that it was Kalki standing there.
"Captain?...You!" She sat up instinctively and hurriedly used the quilt to cover her chest in her lace pajamas.
Kalki was soaked all over. He wore shoulder-length blond hair, which was wet and stuck to both sides of his face. His cold-shining hair was still dripping with water on the side of his eyebrows. His deep eyes shone with a kind of night.