Him and their stars.

Chapter 1878 The false past

"When our army entered the solar system, Mr. Tan Tai Jing, the leader of the Seven Spiritual Researchers, and Mr. Wang Jingyang actually appeared on Earth. My staff told me that they are very likely to be waiting here and assassinate me." Brunhildt said with a smile.

Although assassination is not a high-class style, it is actually effective in many cases. People from the Spiritual Research Society are more capable of doing such things. During the Earth Rebellion, the founder of the Spiritual Research Society entered the Empire with only one sword. It is impossible for such a person to want to travel, right?

If his magical power had not been perfected, he might have been able to kill his way into the heavenly realm with just one sword.

During the more than fifty years of rebellion, Lan Jiufeng's nickname was not "True Man" but something like "Sword Demon", "Bloody Hand" and "Man-Slayer".

As the saying goes, like master, like disciple. Although the disciples of the Spiritual Research Society always claim to be people of the Taoist sect who do not fight with the world, in the eyes of most psychics, they are just a group of hot-tempered guys who will start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

When the Dawn Angel really entered the solar system, everyone from the Privy Council to the ordinary soldiers reached a consensus: Although intelligence has shown that the Spiritual Research Society's dojo in the snow-capped mountains is deserted, it cannot be ruled out that there are still disciples left on Earth, preparing to commit treason.

The damage they could cause to the Imperial Army actually far exceeded that of the remnants of the Community Army.

The Galactic Empire could afford to lose four or five more Titans, but it probably couldn't accept the loss of the young Queen Brunhilde. Unconsciously, she was now regarded by the people and nobles of the Empire as another Emperor Ivenya. Although the Emperor Selection Meeting had not yet begun, and although the godlike Emperor did not seem to be dying, there were already many people who regarded this young queen as the best candidate.

If any of the Seven Spirit Researchers appeared within a hundred meters of Brunhild, public opinion within the empire might force all of her guards to cut off their heads in apology.

Fortunately, the person who showed up now is just a Mr. Li after all.

He is a well-known folk martial artist on Earth. He is the descendant of Atomic Boxing, and he is Fina Lee's father, that's all.

Well, by the time Ms. Fina Li won the Yagomi Award, her fame had already far surpassed that of her father.

King Suliuka lowered his eyelids slightly, and his gaze swept across the middle-aged man's hands that hung naturally at his waist.

Those were the hands of a martial artist, not a fighter.

"Are you here to kill me too?"

He sighed silently and took a step back calmly, as if trying to use the shade of the trees to shelter himself.

He scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, but his eyes remained calm: "Although I am just an ordinary person in the martial arts world and have not seen much of the world, I know that I really don't have this ability."

He raised his vinegar-like fist, looked carefully, and sighed: "Yes, I really don't have this ability. Although I have taken advantage of the gifts from my ancestors and know some hidden methods that are not worthy of being shown on the stage, if I really want to fight, what can I do in front of a real master?"

"Don't feel sorry. The Spirit of the Universe has helped you make a wise decision." Brunhild smiled.

Mr. Li, a burly man, hid his fists behind his back and said seriously, "Let me tell you, Your Highness, Wang Jingyang did consider staying in Jincheng for a while. Of course, it was not to do what Zhuan Zhu and Yu Rang did, but because he was worried that your army would destroy the hometown here."

"He's ready to die here, isn't he?" Brunhildt said bluntly.

Mr. Willis Lee grinned and laughed awkwardly.

"Mr. Wang is too unconfident. He certainly has the right to doubt me as an invader, but he shouldn't doubt himself. He is a good man, he would never do it in Jincheng, let alone here."

Brunhild looked at the tombstone behind her, with a little grievance in her eyes: "Of course, they didn't show up in the end, which made me suddenly feel that I might not be as important as I thought."

Willis spread his hands, "I'm not familiar with Master Tan Tai... but since we're from the same hometown, I can talk to Lao Wang after all, so I advised him not to show up in Jincheng! Ahaha, the Seven Spiritual Researchers are much more important than a mediocre psychic like me. Compared to dying bravely, living and fighting is the most important thing. There are so many things they can do, and many things are more important than fists. As for whether he listened to me or had his own considerations, I don't know."

This middle-aged martial artist with a strong hairstyle let out a hearty laugh.

"Mr. Wang certainly listened to it. But he didn't listen to you, but to Yu Lian." Brunhild emphasized the name and lost his composure for the first time. "He is not a disciple of Lan Jiufeng, nor a disciple of the Spiritual Research Association. He is clearly their partner. In the postscript of "The Theory of Universal Defense", he mentioned the principle of 'saving people and losing territory'. Obviously, the masters of the Spiritual Research Association listened to it."

When Mr. Willis was asked about "The Universal Theory of Defense", his expression became a little embarrassed, and it was obvious that he had never read it.

However, he still held his head high with a proud look on his face, and even patted his chest: "Yes, I am proud of him, and also proud of my daughter. Since it was the son-in-law who advised, it is equivalent to the father-in-law who advised. I am proud!"

Brunhilt gave the other person a sidelong glance, but he didn't feel provoked. Instead, he seemed to be thinking about something.

"But, His Highness is here after all. If none of us show up, it would seem that the psychics on Earth are not very open-minded, and then the responsibility would fall on me."

"The masters of the Spiritual Research Society should continue to fight, but are you worthy of death?" Bruncht asked back.

"I am just a mediocre martial artist. I don't have any talent. I have been studying my own little art of boxing all my life. I have passed on all my life's experience to the masters of the Spiritual Research Association." His tone and expression were still frank, and his face was burning with a kind of heat of enlightenment.

However, in the end, he still touched his shiny head awkwardly: "After all, I grew up here. The mountains and rivers of Jincheng are my home ground, so I can finally avoid the surveillance of your guards and the warships in the sky. I have been waiting here for 48 hours, and finally you are here. But now, I don’t know what to do. Hehe, you are right. After I found out that I couldn’t hurt you even if I took action, it was very embarrassing."

He hesitated for a moment, then pleaded in an embarrassed manner, "How about, Your Highness, just take the trouble and beat me to death here."

Brunhildt looked at the other person's fan and sighed.

All the great masters on earth are of this type!

"I won't beat you to death." King Suliuka took out a high-heeled wine glass like a magic trick, poured the remaining old wine into the full glass, and handed it to the other party.

Mr. Li was slightly startled, then took it gratefully and drank it all. He must have really wanted to drink this wine that had been stored for more than 20 years. After drinking it, he smacked his lips and tasted it for a long time, not caring about his personal image at all.

"Neither you nor the masters of the Spiritual Research Society will fight here, and neither will I. I'm already going to fight to the death with Miss Fina, so why should I give her the possibility of an explosion?" She looked straight at her and placed the bottle of Fugen, which still had a little bit of wine left, in front of the tombstone: "In fact, even if you didn't come, I would still look for you. To discuss Black Moon's past..."

"Your Highness knows everything!" Mr. Willis was not surprised at all, and said seriously: "Yes, I am Black Moon, and I am on the Empire's bounty list..."

"No, you are not. She is." Brunhilde said firmly. Willis was speechless, but then he said, "Let me tell you, Your Highness, my daughter has not been a Black Moon for many years. She is now preparing to become the wife of a great marshal, which is much more promising than continuing to be a great thief."

"I knew that, that's why I found it so interesting. Mr. Li, from your tone, it doesn't sound like you are treating your daughter. It's more like a retainer treating the queen he serves." Brunhild looked straight at the other person, her sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the shield formed by his honest face.

He took another step back. Although his expression did not change, his steps seemed to be a little flustered.

"…Your Highness, Your Highness always has wonderful ideas."

"No need to hide it, Mr. Li. As a father-in-law, you are too friendly to Yu Lian!" Brunhild said with a smile.

Willis was shocked, but when he asked himself, he found that it seemed to be the case.

"Since my parents passed away early, my palace minister, Mr. Xu Lei, has played a similar role. I see his shadow in you," said Brunhild.

Mr. Willis paused for a moment and then said slowly, "During the War of Independence, both Master Lan and my grandfather went to the Empire, one in the light and one in the dark. Master Lan traveled across 30,000 light years with his sword, but my grandfather didn't have such prestige. He only wanted to sneak in secretly and destroy some of the Empire's military facilities, which was considered to be fulfilling his duty for the uprising."

"So, the previous Earl of Black Moon brought back a baby girl from the Empire?" Brunhild asked in confusion, but then shook her head: "But the time doesn't match."

"He brought back an exquisite culture device, which looked like an incubator made of special composite materials. It didn't look like our product at all. Inside was an immature human embryo. She grew very slowly, and it took her fifty years to look like a human fetus. Fortunately, when she came out of the incubator, she was a very healthy and beautiful baby girl."

Then, there was a new generation of "Night Count"

Brunhildt smiled and said, "Nezha? Or Nezha that's ten times bigger." She was very familiar with the Earth mythology.

The subsequent operations were a piece of cake. Sending a mature baby girl to a maternal and child health care hospital, getting a birth certificate, and registering her household registration were certainly not difficult for Hei Yue.

Of course, as a "newborn" baby, she happened to be lying next to someone who was also just born. It can only be said to be fate, which is wonderful.

"You should go to another hospital." Brunhild said unhappily.

"Your Highness?"

"...Uh, okay, thank you for being honest. But if I know nothing about this, you are going to keep this secret until the end, right?"

The other party looked resigned to his fate. "After all, you have investigated to this point. It is only a matter of time before you get to the bottom of this. If I continue to hide it, it will seem that I am not virtuous. The old man once said in his will that if a dragon king of the empire finds out Feifei's identity as Black Moon, he can reveal everything."

"He asked you to tell a Dragon King? And not anyone else?" Brunhild frowned slightly.

The other party nodded: "It is true. This is the great cosmic music determined by the spirit of the universe. Uh, the above words were said by the old man before he died. The death of a high-level psychic may be a return."

Brunhilde pondered for a moment, then burst into laughter: "But I think it's not just that. The person who told the truth must represent the will of others. The Ringing World Serpent? The Void Temple? The Curator Association? The Sharing Foundation?"

Facing Brunhilde's inquiring gaze, Mr. Willis grinned and said, "The three behind are just background. What I hate most is these self-proclaimed observers! My old man said that they are the gravekeepers of the old times, and they are not very promising."

"Indeed." Brunhild couldn't agree more.

"As for the snakes, I'd like to let Your Highness know that there are too many snake collaborators. Mao Yuanzuo is one of them, and my grandfather was also one of them. They are everywhere and well-informed. They helped a lot in recruiting my grandfather. Without their help, it would have been difficult for my grandfather to bring her back to the country."

It's quite subtle to mention Mao Yuanzuo here. Brunhilde couldn't help but laugh: "So, what about the device that holds Feifei... um, the owl?"

"She was broken when she was born. The old man gave the pieces of her to the snakes, and that was to settle the feud with them."

"That Mao Yuanzuo..."

"He is an irredeemable villain, a stinking power monster. Before he died, the old man said that what he regretted most was not finding a reason to kill this monster. Compared with such a monster, whether it is President Nishita who died tragically for his country, or President Hierro who sticks his butt out, they are still very green!"

Tragic death for the country? Brunhilde raised the corner of her mouth.

However, before she could make any comments, the other party said, "Of course, he could also be an old politician who has passed his prime. The above are all my prejudices. I just want to vent my anger on my ancestor and give him a slap in the face."

He was so frank that Brunhild had no choice but to remain silent for a moment.

Willis Lee bowed respectfully and said, "Now that this matter is over, I have also fulfilled my grandfather's last wish. From now on, I will be just an ordinary earthling. If Your Highness really wants to spare my life, please forgive me for leaving now."

Although the Blue Star Community has functionally perished, ordinary "Earthlings" will always exist. The Earthlings have lost their community, and perhaps they have only lost their shackles, but they have a broader future.

Brunhild gave the other person a meaningful look.

"In the future, I and all my disciples will become members of ordinary resistance organizations until we are killed by your subordinates on a battlefield, or the imperial army withdraws from our homeland."

This was the last sentence he left. Afterwards, the father of this generation of Black Moon disappeared into the bushes again. His figure turned into a blurry shadow, disappearing into the interlaced shade of the trees.

Brunhild sighed.

She was now certain that this man was just a folk martial artist, an ordinary psychic with limited combat experience. If they really fought, he would be no match for the captain of the guard at the mountain gate.

But she also knew that if she really took action, she would appear to have lost.

She admitted that if this person showed up today intending to change her mentality, he was quite successful.