Him and their stars.

Chapter 1877 The Orange Cat Goes to Steal the House

As the silver battleship hovering above Jincheng moved slowly in the stratosphere, its shadow had already passed through the morning mist and completely covered this small basin city in the Eurasian interior of the Earth.

Any of her secondary guns could turn this small town into a sea of ​​​​molten lava and fire.

At this time, the residents of Fu Street still have to start their lives today.

The lettuce tips and pea sprouts picked this morning were placed in front of the fruit and vegetable store, with a soothing vapor still hanging on them. The aunt in velvet pajamas raised her head and spat out the melon seed shells in her mouth: "Buy them quickly! Buy them quickly! They are all the freshest! The Japanese will come to collect the vegetables at ten o'clock. Don't leave any for them! I have to send my grandson to school after I sell them all."

The skateboard-like robot glided leisurely across the ground, announcing: "The ground temperature is 28 degrees Celsius, and the air humidity is 73%. It is suitable for traveling, picnics, carrying guns, and resistance. Citizens, please make your own choices."

The robot's voice was then interrupted by the noisy sound of boiling oil. It was the apron-wearing breakfast shop owner who started frying dough sticks.

The broadcast was suddenly interrupted by the sizzling sound of boiling oil - the apron-wearing breakfast shop owner was sliding the dough into the oil pan. Two mecha-clad Imperial Army soldiers blocked the store door like steel giants, their boots stomping on the ground like the roar of a steamroller, but the owner was still concentrating on stirring the long chopsticks.

All his attention was immersed in his own oil pan, and the blooming oil flowers were his world.

Soldier A said: "According to the Blue Star Community Municipal Temporary Management Regulations, he should not light an open fire on the commercial pedestrian street."

Soldier B asked, "So?"

"Just a casual remark."

The imperial soldiers continued to move forward dejectedly, as if they were carrying out their daily patrols like robots. They even ignored the local municipal robots that passed by like skateboards, broadcasting news of treason.

"Would you like some milk tea?"

"On duty?"

"It's because I'm on duty. No one cares."

They watched as the trembling girl from the milk tea shop handed out a large plastic bag from behind the counter, which was filled with ten cups of milk tea.

"One, a golden dragon." The little girl said tremblingly.

"..."

"Everything has gone up. Materials have gone up, water, electricity, and gas have gone up, and rent has gone up."

"You didn't spit in it?"

The little girl could only shake her head vigorously, but she still raised a finger seriously: "One gold dragon, the one I sell to you is more expensive."

You don't have to say it!

The two imperial soldiers continued on their way, carrying their milk tea. They suddenly felt that everything in reality was full of surreal absurdity. The residents of this small city really lacked the proper respect for the conquerors, and even less the proper fear for the Royal Guards Armored Grenadiers. As a result, even the dragon emblem on their arm armor dimmed for a moment.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Who told Her Highness Brunhilde to order that the law and order of Jincheng must be restored as soon as possible? She also ordered that all soldiers must enforce military discipline, not violate any rules, and not disturb the normal lives of the residents of this city. They must even show the glorious demeanor of the Royal Guards of a great country.

Her Highness Brunhilde's orders were of course absolute, and the soldiers generally understood them.

Right in front of them, their comrades armed with live ammunition were waiting in front of the three-story building that was not very noticeable. Looking at the pomp and circumstance of mobilizing so many troops, even if they were guarding the prime minister's residence, they would be like this.

The soldiers knew that the Earth restaurant called "Rongxialou" was the man's former residence. However, all his relatives had moved to the Alliance, and the restaurant was now managed by Mr. Liu's eldest disciple.

But even so, the imperial soldiers had to treat this inconspicuous restaurant courtyard as an important cultural relic and could not afford to make any mistakes.

This was of course also the order of Her Highness Brunhilde.

The soldiers saw the tricycles selling sugar-coated fruits slipping through the gaps in the armored grenadiers' patrol formations. The crisp sizzling sound of the oil pans echoed in their earphones, even drowning out the electronic broadcast from the headquarters.

"According to Article 22 of the Terra Sector Provisional Officer Command, all officers and soldiers in occupied areas are obliged to maintain the safety and normal life of the citizens in the area. Our great empire must have the demeanor of a king. Only when the army and the people are united can we be a true model of knighthood."

The image of a great power is of course very important, but this "military unity" seems to be incompatible with the traditional ethos of the Imperial Army. However, although ordinary Imperial soldiers are a little bit wrong, they dare not object, and deep down they are far from being disgusted.

In the distant Kingdom of Circe, in New Atlantis, and in Lonely Night City, they have experienced what it feels like to be saviors and protectors, a feeling far more pleasurable than being conquerors.

Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Ostana Barr told them that this was a higher sense of honor, and the soldiers naturally believed it.

In short, the small city of Jin has become the first city on Earth to restore law and order and normal life. It may even be the city with the best law and order in the entire universe. Even if the cat runs away, there are Imperial Grenadiers driving mechas to help you find it.

At the same time, the new conqueror of the planet, King Brunhild of Suluka, had already traveled to the outskirts of the city with a small entourage.

The morning mist was far from dispersing, and the gentle breeze was blowing through the bamboo forest and the sea of ​​flowers. The sunlight passed through the moist water vapor and fell on the stone slabs of the path. As a result, even the sunlight was smeared with the fragrance of the vibrant green grass.

Brunhildr looked out, her light golden eyes reflecting a winding stone road and stairs, as well as the bushes on the side of the road. She was curiously looking at her two "wild" animals, one big and one small.

The big one is naturally the fat one that doesn't appear in the color photo, and the small one is the Lu beast with golden fur and a big squirrel-like tail.

Wild iron-eating beasts native to the Earth and invasive species from distant empires are now living in harmony in the humid basins of the Earth's interior.

Brunhild liked it very much. Although there were many places in the empire with magnificent natural scenery, the green mountains and clear waters here always had a natural and harmonious charm. This was not from the nourishment of spiritual energy, but a more mysterious understanding.

Of course, the only discordant thing is probably the man-made object in the distant sky.

She glanced up with some dissatisfaction and waved her hand to stop the guards who were about to follow her.

"You stay here and don't follow me," she ordered.

The captain of the guard had no choice but to obey. He certainly couldn't disobey the order of the emperor. Moreover, the surrounding mountains and the sky had already been strictly guarded, and there were warships in the sky on constant alert.

"Tell the fleet in orbit not to disturb the eternal sleep here with wide-area scans in the future."

...Well, Her Highness Brunhilt is already a saint, and can easily kill all of her guards with one hand. It doesn't make much difference whether they follow or not, probably. Brunhilt ignored the guards' hesitation and stepped forward in the hesitant sight of Gungun and Lu Beast.

The tombs of Yu Xiao and Liu Qiluo were certainly not difficult to find. As someone's status and prestige increased, even if he was too busy to go back to his hometown to pay respects, the local municipal authorities in Jincheng would certainly be happy to do it for him.

In fact, Yu Lian and Fei Fei had not returned to Earth for more than two years. My uncle's family had even been deceived into the Alliance in the name of "Galaxy Culinary Exchange" and "Cultural Exchange" earlier, and every time they wanted to return to China, they were always stopped by various emergencies.

But even so, the ancestral tomb of the Liu family and Yu Lian's parents have never lacked tributes.

Brunhild soon found the tombstones standing side by side on the hillside, which was surrounded by mountains and rivers and had a wide view. They were all very ordinary stone tablets, and had not been expanded or decorated to show the identity of the descendants of the tomb owner based on their prominent status.

Brunhildt guessed that this was probably Yu Lian's own idea. If he didn't insist, there might be some clever people who would move the surrounding tombs and turn this hill into a Yu family ancestral hall or something.

Of course, he couldn't stop the local officials from paying homage to the ancestors and maintaining the tomb carefully. The tombstone and the cemetery were very clean and smooth, without even the slightest crack or sign of weathering.

King Suliuka leaned forward and scanned the two young faces on the stone tablet. Their images when they were alive began to overlap with the most unforgettable face in his memory.

The Galactic Empire's Elector Emperor, the youngest active Imperial Marshal, smiled shyly, leaned forward slightly, and stroked the cold inscription with his fingertips: "Nice to meet you, uncle and aunt. My name is Brunhilde. Please give me your guidance. Well, I am the lover of your son who was only one step away from getting married, but we became enemies in public. Now I come to visit you two. If you don't want me to stay, please blink your eyes."

The only sound at the scene was the breeze and the chirping of birds.

"If you two elders don't want me to come to the grave and chat with you, please blink."

The little bird continued to chirp, and followed Brunhilde all the way to the bushes beside. Rolling and Lu Beast were also looking at each other in bewilderment. They all remembered that the most people came to the tombstones to sweep the offerings and brought the best, but this person who came this time looked particularly colorful.

Brunhilde took off her gloves, rolled up her sleeves, and began to clean. After all, she was here, and even if it was to sweep the grave, she still had to follow the proper procedures.

This is the sense of ritual.

However, it can also be seen that compared to her proficiency with weapons and the army, this kind of meticulous cleaning work is really beyond the comfort zone of His Royal Highness King Suliuka.

It took her enough time to wipe out one-third of the Community Dawn Star Domain Expeditionary Fleet before she was able to clean the already clean tombstone and pedestal again.

Then she found a dandelion sticking out from the edge of the stone slab on the base. She stretched her head over it excitedly like a dragon king who had discovered treasure and broke it off with her bare hands.

This at least proves that her half an hour of hard work was not in vain.

Afterwards, this woman, who was elected emperor of the Galactic Empire and whose power in the entire universe must be ranked in the top three, took out the incense burner, offerings, and a large stack of gold foil paper money from her space bag.

"According to the culture here on Earth, if the head of the family is busy traveling and unable to perform sacrifices, then someone close to him will have to do it on his behalf. Okay, okay, I know there are always a lot of people like this... When I was a student, that guy would bring different girls to burn incense. But, please bear with me and remember me. After all, I am the most special one!" While arranging various sacrificial utensils, she kept muttering like a little woman, as if she was really burning incense for a close elder.

She coughed lightly and took out two bottles of wine, one of which was Brunhilde's favorite ice honey wine, and the other was a homemade old wine that she got from the disciple of Rong Xialou's uncle.

"I heard that the two elders like this kind the most. Well... I have drunk it, and I still feel quite intoxicated after accepting this setting. Of course, I also hope that you can taste mine." Brunhild opened the lid and poured the mellow wine, which was as transparent as the essence of water and as golden as gold solution, onto the tombstone.

The aroma of the wine sank into the wet soil along the tombstones and stone platforms, covering up the fragrance of the grass and shrubs. At the same time, Gungun and Lu Beast, who were hiding in the bushes, had revealed very human expressions of regret.

Although they are wild animals, they will accept rice wine, koroko juice and wine. As long as it is used as an offering, it is within their diet.

Brunhildt certainly didn't bother to care about the little animals' feelings, and just continued: "After drinking, you two elders will admit that I am the most special one. If you don't want to admit it, please blink your eyes."

The big and small animals covered their faces with their hands, looking unbearable, and retreated step by step into the depths of the grass.

Brunhild continued to chatter, "After all, I dare to love and hate, unlike that white fox in the alliance who dares not admit that he loves someone and only dares to spend money. More importantly, my identity, past and emotions are all real, absolutely different from that gloomy little owl. That girl is really pitiful. Even her real past is a mess. How can the so-called childhood sweethearts be considered real? This is enough to offset her advantage. Right? Uncle and aunt?"

Although she said "poor thing", she naturally did not hide her gloating. Of course, because there was no one around, she did not hide her nagging little girl attitude.

If those fanatical followers of His Royal Highness Prince Su saw this scene, no one knows how many of them would not be able to accept it and would commit suicide on the spot.

When the aroma of the wine was completely absorbed by the grass and soil, Brunhilde stood up and heard someone sighing, "What a pity. This bottle of wine has been stored for 25 years... It was stored by Mr. Liu before he passed away. He said he wanted to drink it when he saw his eldest grandson's wedding."

I don't know when, under the tree at the other end of the stone steps, a figure has been standing. He seems to have been standing there for a long time, as if he has already blended into the green hills and trees. If he hadn't spoken, he would have been regarded as part of the grass.

GunGun and Lu finally realized that there was someone standing next to them. The two clever wild animals looked at each other again and quickly disappeared into the bamboo forest.

The chirping birds around also flapped their wings and flew away in all directions.

Brunhild turned around without any concern and looked up and down at the uninvited guest.

This should be a middle-aged man between 40 and 50 years old, but considering that there is a certain spiritual fluctuation in his body, his real age should be older than his appearance. He has heroic and tough facial features, a sturdy and upright body, and a temperament as calm as a mountain. An ordinary sports coat cannot hide his bright and powerful hairstyle.

In short, he was a very typical civilian martial artist. In the Galactic Empire, such people were everywhere. Their existence could maintain the martial virtues of the people, and to a certain extent, it could also play a role in the spiritual enlightenment of citizens and noble children. Of course, the imperial government also encouraged this.

If one can teach a few famous disciples, and has some real skills himself, he might even be regarded as a master.

And perhaps the uninvited guest at the scene is just such a person?

"Mr. Willis Lee?" Brunhildt took the initiative to greet the other party.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness." He smiled rather stiffly, but bowed slightly in the end: "I, uh... I knew you were coming to Jincheng, so I thought you would come here, and I have been waiting for a long time. However, speaking ill of my daughter behind her back is not a heroic act after all."

Before the queen prepared to go to the mountain to sweep the grave, it goes without saying that the imperial army must have conducted the most comprehensive security check, but they still missed this middle-aged man with a wild and powerful hairstyle.

Brunhild was not surprised at all. Instead, she took back the bottle of wine with interest and sneered, "I am here to sweep the grave of an elder whom I have never met. Why should I be a hero? It's too dishonest."

Colonel Fina Lee's (nominal) father, Mr. Willis Lee, a well-known martial artist on Earth and the master of Atomic Boxing, was speechless when he heard this.

He suddenly felt that this made a lot of sense.

Indeed, I forgot about the setting of President Nigeria being shot in public... As expected, his Alzheimer's disease is very serious recently. But I tried my best to make up for it, and it didn't affect the development too much. Yeah, that's it.