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Chapter 334 The Jokers Medal

Almost uncontrollably, tears suddenly came to her eyes, completely uncontrollable.

Xuanji simply wiped away her tears, turned around and ran towards the cabin door.

"Xuanji! Wait a minute!" Lancer quickly caught up and pulled off the brochure on the chest of his uniform.

When she turned around, he rushed to her and handed her the brochure of the Order of the Purple Star. As if there was a tacit understanding, she, who was originally arrogant, stretched out her hand.

"Just think of it as my last souvenir for you." His eyes were also red, trying hard to hold back crying in front of her.

In the palm of her hand, a deep purple diamond cut into a ten-pointed star shines like a star. It seems to be as large as more than ten carats. The brochure of the highest order of Gaia is also shockingly expensive.

"Let me hug you, okay? For the last time..."

He is still the timid and shy boy who calls for love in his heart but cannot express it, let alone act rashly.

"Lance, you are a good man, forget me, goodbye!"

He closed his eyes, stroked her soft and smooth hair, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and hugged her tightly.

He cried. Apart from tears, he couldn't say anything nice. He just felt that he was back to the summer when he first met. The little girl shining like a clear spring in the sun attracted all his attention. She looked at him with eyes that were

So dark, so bright.

A porpoise-style transport starship flew straight out of the Titan continent. The morning and evening lines were being delivered on the Star City. The city lights shone like jewels on the earth. Almost instantly, the ion engine at the tail end was

Ejecting huge energy, this small starship flew into the vast infinite space and time. The starlight in the space was sparse and infinite darkness enveloped everything.

Everyone's fate is "impermanent" and the future is unpredictable. Xuanji just escaped from Gaia at all costs.

With the hope of meeting someone again.

On the distant Plato star, the brilliant sunlight casts a splendid light path. In the best Ahippus Medical Rehabilitation Center, everything is shrouded in the colors of late autumn, and the golden trees of various shades stretch endlessly. Howl

The unusually calm turquoise blue of the Wattat Sea and the golden yellow of the forest complement each other.

Although Kalki was demoted, he still came to "Ahippus" as a deacon to recuperate for a week. This was a benefit that senior generals who were seriously injured in alien battles could enjoy after returning.

Kalki, wearing a black knight's robe, sat in a corner of the restaurant facing the pleasant view of the bay, using a fork in his hand to flip a portion of rice in front of him that was mixed with chestnuts and hazelnuts, topped with seedless pomegranate and various spices.

He saw purple crocuses and white daisies, which only appear in spring, blooming on the grassland not far away. There was even a cluster of gorgeous pink roses blooming in full bloom by the water not far away. This was amidst a golden landscape.

How strange it is in the autumn mood.

"The final result of a system maintained by artificial intelligence is complete chaos." He murmured to himself.

This is another typical Platonic aristocratic restaurant. A kind of slender and elegant milky white pillars support a huge white dome, decorated with elegant and gorgeous flowers and green leaves everywhere. This makes Kalki looking up feel like he is in a huge bird.

in a cage.

“I can’t stand eating rice with a knife and fork anymore! Perfect dining etiquette!”

The deacon yelled, and almost uncontrollably threw the knife and fork in his hand at the dinner plate. His hand was so strong that the porcelain plate was smashed and cracked, and the food flew all over the floor.

The handsome and decent waiters ran over in panic to inquire about the situation, and the mini cleaning robot hurried over to clean up the messy rice on the floor.

Kalki suddenly stood up from the dining chair and walked away, leaving the senior commanders at other tables looking at each other.

"Is he still mentally fit to serve in the Order?"

"Before he does anything more egregious, he should be transferred to another department."

"Kalki has gone crazy!"

"However, this is understandable, isn't it? He can be called the most unlucky Grand Master in the 700-year history of the Knights."

"Can he still go home and face his wife..."

Behind him, his peers were whispering that his once impressive honors had now become a clown's medal.

He strode out of the corridor and door of the restaurant, regardless of the looks of all the staff or whether it would get him into trouble.

It was so depressing! He felt like he was being imprisoned in a world that was getting smaller and smaller. This shrinking cell was making him feel like he couldn't breathe!

"Nat! Prepare your horses!" After he shouted, he realized that he was in a daze again and couldn't control himself.

This place is no longer his paradise, Xuanji, Sol and the Amber Palace... everything that can bring him infinite happiness has disappeared.

The coolness of late autumn came upon him, and he looked pale as the walking path in front of him extended towards the golden forest in the distance.

After emerging from the maddeningly boring "Ahippus", he quickly reported to Marburg, wearing his new uniform - a deacon's daily uniform with sapphire cornflowers on the collar badge, which was obviously much simpler in decoration.

, no longer gorgeous and heavy.

He looked up at the ocher-red thick and towering building on the high steps, and he looked so small. This was the step-by-step life of Plato, an eternal and iron-like order.

Although the main force of the Knights had returned from the front line and began to rest. But he did not see Ila and Lakshmana, Eden was not there, and even Audra, the director of management, did not come to greet him. Those who saw him

The knights just nodded to him and walked away.

The bad news about Kalki's violation of military discipline on the front line has long spread. His desires are no different from those of ordinary people. The myth of the archangel-like grand commander has been shattered.

The deacon stood alone in the new reception room. He looked around blankly. The room was very small and short, and there was no high-level lighting, which made him feel extremely depressed.

"How is it here? Are you satisfied?"

Norvi's deep voice sounded from behind, and Kalki turned around quickly.

The cunning and loyal Norvi leaned against the door. This time he was wearing the daily uniform of the supreme chief of staff, and he still had an arrogance like a cold light.

Kalki just twitched his lower lip. He is the kind of person who is too straightforward to lie.

"I was a deacon, you can't see my jokes." He said coldly. Nowadays, life is no different from the battlefield.

"Ha, you were a young man at that time, living a monastic life in Trayester Mausoleum, surrounded by the brothers you were familiar with, and here was Marburg, the real core of the White Tiger Knights, the cold-blooded old man

The warrior's land is a wall made of ice. You have to take every step carefully. If you fall, it will be an abyss!"

Norvi smiled proudly as he spoke, showing his white and neat teeth.


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