This is the adventure that the newly arrived Kalki had when he was on duty at night a year ago.
This mysterious man who calls himself an imperial guard can often let him enter the "Garden of Hendu" to compete with each other and learn German long swords.
At first, young Kalki was afraid of being punished for breaking the strict palace rules, but the older knight assured him that no one would find out because he was in charge of this area.
"Are there only eunuchs in the Holy of Holies? Are there also guards?" Kalki asked curiously. He knew that many high-ranking elderly knights voluntarily became "ascetics" in order to serve the saints because they could not function normally.
Traveling to and from residential areas, the Holy of Holies is the top of the heavenly palace and the top of loneliness.
"If you learn to get along with yourself, there is no big difference between twenty years and twenty days in the Holy of Holies."
"Do you have any relatives in the Neckart Circle?"
"I once gave birth to a son. If he were still alive, he would be about the same age as you." The mysterious knight, who refused to reveal his face completely, used the straightforward demeanor of a warrior, stretched out his big hand and patted the young man's white beard that had just grown a soft beard.
Face.
This move made Kalki feel very friendly. They became friends every year.
But he refused to tell Kalki his real name, and only asked Kalki to call him "Meister" (Master) in German.
In terms of swordsmanship, he is indeed a veritable master. This made Kalki, who was quite proud of his swordsmanship, frustrated. None of his swordsmanship teachers could match the master. He was even stunned at first.
, this is also consistent with a rumor that there are Plato’s best warriors in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Holy of Holies, but they no longer show up.
Therefore, during this short period of time, Kalki was taught by this master, and his swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds. In the future, his ability to become "Plato's First Warrior" is inseparable from this experience, because his soul is closely related to a swordsman.
Masters communicate with each other.
In the beautiful garden that smells of citrus, the master imparts skills to the young servant without reservation. This ancient swordsmanship, in the space age, is unknown for how many generations it can continue to be passed down.
"Grand Captain Ahir accepted me again, but..." Kalki stated his inner doubts to the master, "After returning from Keto, I suspected that I was not suitable for joining the army at all."
"You are upright and strict by nature, diligent and studious, and are a first-class general. But your heart is too kind and sensitive, just like Shezhi." The master said majestically.
"Shezhi? Do you know my mother?"
The master was silent.
"I once attended your parents' wedding." After pondering for a moment, the master said, "As a witness to the wedding."
"Master, do you really know my parents?" Kalki said slightly surprised. He often communicated with the master in German, which is very natural, because the White Tiger Knight's German was taught by his swordsmanship teacher. p>
"Of course," the master said, "Ashla and Shezhi."
"They are so perfect, Plato's youngest and most beautiful couple, they are the envy of others."
This is a beautiful phantom in the Purple Palace. The wind blows the white jasmine flowers, and the subtle fragrance floats. On the balcony facing the sea, the beautiful female official clings to the tall captain, and they look at each other affectionately. Youth
The phantom is so fragile...
Life is so impermanent, and beauty is so fleeting.
"It's a pity that they are all dead." He then said coldly.
"What?" Young Kalki showed surprise and sadness, "My mother is dead?"
He only knew that his father died in a disabled military home not long after he was seriously injured. Some people said that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff when the caregiver was unprepared.
His mother later remarried to a senior commander of the fleet, and it was rumored that she had other children. Today, he learned that Shezhi was also dead.
The Platonic people had no families, so everything was passed on orally from people they knew, and the truth was unknown.
If his parents were not so famous, many people had met them, and he was so similar to them, and many people confirmed that he was the child of these two people, he would not even know the names of his parents, just like
Like most Platos.
"Others told me, my father's name, my mother's name, their affairs..."
Nineteen years have passed, and it is normal for my mother to pass away... Kalki stood silently, his blue eyes slightly moist, appearing brighter, like stars.
"Plato is a management system based on artificial intelligence. Each of us must selflessly obey the collective. Human emotions are superfluous in such a system. The most important thing is that our civilization system can last forever in the interstellar space.
." The master patted his shoulder, seeming to comfort him, "Since the person is dead, don't grieve for the deceased anymore. The happiness in the world is short-lived..."
"Kalki, you were born to be a warrior, hold on to your sword! This is the only thing you can rely on!"
Hold the sword tightly in your hand, this is the only thing you can rely on...
Kalki's thoughts returned to the headquarters of the Lucky Goddess. He clicked a few times in the air with his fingers to close the three-dimensional projection image of the Keto base.
The sentimental boy of eighteen or nineteen has long since disappeared. Now he just wants to have power.
It took half an hour to take the "Wahana" home from the institute. Yerou sat on the comfortable egg-shaped seat, holding her chin with one hand, missing her husband who was on a long voyage.
The fleet carried out long-distance interstellar jumps, which caused communication problems. Both sides used special devices to communicate with the headquarters, but once they exceeded the range, they could not make instant contact. It took at least 2 weeks for the news of the Ceto base to reach Plato.
They are all military frequencies. Even senior commanders will naturally lose contact with their families after they go on a voyage, let alone the grassroots soldiers.
"Ye Rou, you are back!"
Two artificial intelligence robots "Mira" and "Aga" greeted her when she returned home, like warm old friends.
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She walked lightly into the elegant palace-like mansion. Everything was so elegant and beautiful, but it was unpopular. Only the two big-footed robots accompanying her followed her.
Without any entertainment or music, Plato is so quiet, as if the universe was born.
All traces of Kalki's life here have disappeared. Plato people do not have any private property, not even a robe. All clothes are systematically transferred on hangers and replaced with new ones at any time, so everything about him has disappeared. Karl
It was as if Key had never been in this house.
She walked around in his bathroom and found nothing. Everything was cleaned so clean that not even a hair on his head could be found.
This makes Yerou feel suffocated. If Kalki is killed one day, she will not even be able to attend his funeral. His body will be returned to the fighting group for cremation. She can only weave a garland for him, and then follow the arrangement to marry another man.
A man.
The house where they got married will also be ceremonially burned, completely razed, and rebuilt to wait for the next newlyweds to move in.
She walked out of the room quickly and walked towards the huge pool. She saw her lonely figure reflected in the blue water like flowing colors.
This is the life of a Platonic man, in order to realize that all things are empty.
She loved Kalki as much as she loved the gods. This love made her deviate from the teachings. This elegant but empty life frightened her more and more.
Yerou stepped into a dark passage. In the darkness, she heard many people's rumors.
The sound was buzzing and blurry, lingering in my ears from far and near, as if someone had committed suicide.
The door opened automatically, and she walked into a room that was lit with special scented candles. It was eerie, like a morgue.
She was horrified by what she saw and turned down the hood of her cloak.
Lying quietly on the anti-gravity morgue is the dead Kalki, with bloodless body and blond hair, like a marble sculpture, quiet, beautiful and solemn.
A white shroud wrapped his naked body, with only his right shoulder exposed. Although the muscles relaxed after death, the lines of his body were still so perfect in the candlelight.
A dark-haired girl wearing a plain white skirt was keeping vigil for him. She shed tears and rested her head on his chest. Her intimacy and tenderness seemed to be his wife.
Facing the sudden intruder, the black-haired girl raised her head alertly, and their eyes instantly met.
This is a beautiful girl of an alien race whom she has never seen before.
"Kalki!"
Yerou suddenly screamed and sat up from the bed. Her face was pale and her heart was palpitating.
She just had a dream. She dreamed of being taken to see her husband, but Kalki had committed suicide. A black-haired girl dressed as a "Blue Dragon" female noble accompanied his body——
This dream was so vivid that Ye Rou felt shivers run through her body. Looking back, everything was shrouded in the darkness of the night, and the white gauze was floating, which made it even more weird. She thought about the time when she and Kalki were sleeping naked and hugging each other, he was all covered with blood.
The muscles look hard, but they are very warm, and the skin exudes a fragrance like sandalwood.
One day, this body that she is so obsessed with will become cold and exude the breath of death...
She began to cry because of loneliness and fear. Every day seemed like a year. Becoming the wife of a high-ranking military nobleman turned out to be such a painful thing.
"Sukti..."
She was so palpitated that she couldn't sleep and curled up like a pitiful little beast.
This almost forgotten name suddenly came to her mind, and memories that she could never remember at all were stirred up.
Six years ago, she once participated in a flower arrangement group. People were only allowed to learn skills related to their majors. In addition, they were required to do more physical exercise. In order to prevent a boring life, they could also learn a hobby.<
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Compared to Kalki, who studied aircraft maintenance in a very practical way, the romantic Yerou wanted to be with flowers, so she chose to learn floristry. She only had to study and work 6-7 times a month, which was very easy.<
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A palace maid with an extremely elegant face was invited to teach these girls from different ethnic groups flower art.
She is about 18 or 19 years old. Her skin is as white as a white rose, her hair is the color of agarwood, and her clear blue eyes are like light-colored sunset flowers. Her appearance has an oriental sense of refinement. She is Sukti.<
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The main task of Plato Girl's flower art team is to provide various flower products, various garlands and wreaths to the crematorium. Sukti's weaving skills are so deft, Yerou will stare blankly at her Rouyi hands.
She tied knots on the ground and constantly picked up buds of different colors with needles. Plato prohibited any art form, but the shadow of art can always be seen in life. Her character is also so happy and kind, cute and kind as a big sister.<
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Girls of all ethnic groups often make garlands while playing and playing, and often throw flowers to each other. The female administrator often disciplines the girls, but Sukti never scolds them.
She just smiled and was busy with the work in her hands. She was so gentle and watery, making people feel like a spring breeze.
Suddenly, Sukti became radiant, like a rose bud blooming in the bright sun.
"I'm married."
She said softly while using her soft hands to match the fine petals of jasmine and marigold.
"I married a senior undead knight of the White Tiger Knights last week, and we held a wedding ceremony at the 'Gama Corner'."
All the girls looked happy and excited.
"Wow! Congratulations!"
"Sukti is so envious of you! Congratulations!"
All the girls were happy for her and congratulated her happily.
"Is it good to marry a knight of the 'Senior Undead Army'?" Fourteen-year-old Yerou looks very cute with golden curly hair.
"Of course! This is the dream of all white girls! Ahhh!" Alice beside her clasped her hands in her fists, as if praying, and said excitedly: "Supreme God! I also want a white tiger knight as my husband! I want it.
..."
Seeing the envious surprises at the scene, Sukti smiled shyly. She was obviously satisfied with this, and could even be considered bathing in love.
Sukti loves her husband so much that everyone can judge whether her husband is going to war based on her mood. She will be depressed for a few months and seems to be worried, and then she will be cheerful and high-spirited. Then she will be depressed again, often
In a daze.
At that time, Ye Rou thought she was ridiculous and pitiful. She was such a happy girl.
When they were playing and tying garlands as usual, Sukti suddenly froze for a moment when he raised his head, and then his eyes sparkled.
"Hastin!"
She stood up all of a sudden and rushed towards her husband who came to the location of the flower arrangement team. What an unexpected surprise.
The girls were very embarrassed because few men came, but they still whispered to each other.
"Ah! So handsome!"
"Really a handsome guy!"
The girls all whispered to each other, and many of them blushed.
This was the first time Yerou saw Sukti’s husband, and it was also the last time.
She has been living in the dormitory of the Affiliated College of the Weapons Research Institute of the "Deva Ring", while the knights of the Knights all live in the "Nikat Ring", separated by the wide Jorvatat Sea, and they have nothing to do with each other.
Intersection.
Plato is composed of communities, each performing its own duties, so there is little interference with each other.