Li's path

Chapter 502 Fifth Special Internship (21)

In the urban area of ​​Crossbell, the old team building of Tucheng Zhuguan.

Randy lay on the bed, hands folded behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The scenes that happened just now in the evening were replaying before his eyes, and the words of his uncle and cousin were entangled in his ears like a nightmare.

"Landif, I also said before that your vacation should be over, and you will inherit the position of 'God of Fighting' in the near future."

"The only one who can lead the "Red Constellation" is the 'God of Fighting', and as the son of the eldest brother, it is your duty to inherit this position."

"I'm a 'War Ghost' after all. I can only ravage the battlefield. I can't become a person like my brother, and I don't want to become that person. My daughter is the same. No, in a sense, maybe more than me Bar."

"Yeah, I can't be a 'fighting god' at all." Shelly muttered vaguely as she ate ice cream.

Randy understands that her cousin is very natural in other things except fighting, and of course her father Sigmund is similar, so they can't become "fighting gods" and take on the entire "Red Constellation". (These two are double bonus red sticks, thugs, soldier kings, and cannot be commanders.)
"Landif, you should be very clear about why big brother fought a decisive battle with his old enemy for many years. Big brother gave you a trial back then, and you also successfully passed the trial, and you have brilliantly demonstrated the quality of inheriting the title of 'God of Fighting'. You should have noticed it too? You can no longer be an 'other existence'."

"Hey, don't look at Brother Randy's dull face now, but he was very powerful in the past. In order to defeat the large army of "West Wind", that village—"

"Shut up! I beg you not to continue." He finally couldn't bear it anymore, the wound that made him regret his whole life, the black history that he never wanted to mention, was pulled away again, dripping with blood.

"Brother, if you see your current virtue, what will you think in your heart? Think about it for yourself. Before you further embarrass yourself, make a choice as soon as possible. Is it obedience? Escape? Or resistance? Otherwise, go to death. "Sigmund finally dropped a sentence and took Shelly away.

Dad will probably be very disappointed. But I.
Once blood and fire, brothers who were born and died together
Lloyd, Ellie, Tio, Waji, Noel, Cait, Chia... and Mireau,
What exactly should I do?
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As the night deepened, Prince Olibate's office in Balfram Palace was still brightly lit.

The owner of the office, Prince Olibate, was sitting at the desk, flipping through several reports sent through special channels, his expression changing.

"—You haven't slept yet." The prince's best friend, Mu La, who was dressed in military uniform, pushed the door open and came straight to the prince, "I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, so you should probably go to rest."

"Ah." Olibate dropped the report in his hand and rubbed his temples, "I plan to go through all these reports."

"Academy for officers?" Mu La glanced at the unicorn logo on the document bag, "I never expected that you would perform your duties so conscientiously."

"I don't want to be beaten up by Li En. After all, I am also the nominal chairman. Those children are working hard now, so I have to do something." Olibate laughed, both comforted and self-deprecating.

"Alright." Mulla immediately turned to the topic, "By the way, that rumor seems to be true. Duke Kane's subordinates are secretly making arrangements."

"Duke Kane? I've already expected one or two." Olibat's expression remained unchanged, "Have you mastered the approximate scale?"

"No, it has not been found out yet, and even the Intelligence Bureau has not been able to grasp the information in that regard."

"Haha, although it is self-inflicted, the Prime Minister is really a disaster." Olibate seemed to be gloating, but in fact he was not happy. "Hehe, the other party might plan to get rid of me as well."

"This joke is not funny." Mu La looked solemn, "It seems that you should send some reinforcements from the Seventh Division to strengthen your guard. If you call now, there should be time." (The Seventh Division estimates It is also a member of the Vandel family who is the boss, which is equivalent to the army power mastered by Ogua.)
"No, there's no need for that. It's understandable for the prime minister to do that. But if I make that kind of arrangement, the image I've worked so hard to create so far will be completely destroyed." Aogua, do you have an image? ? "Besides——isn't it with you by my side~ As long as I can lean in your arms and be protected by you, that's enough!"

"Okay, I have to go to bed early too." Considering that he will attend an international event tomorrow, Mulla resisted the urge to beat someone.

"Sorry, I'm too carried away." Aogua surrendered resolutely, "Don't worry about safety, Lisha will make some arrangements."

"That's really good news. It would be great if Li En could come with me."

"It's a rare opportunity to study in the Galeria Fortress, and it's a pity to miss it. Anyway, I want to take advantage of tomorrow to have a good talk with Her Royal Highness. Have you made any arrangements for that?"

"No problem, I have already contacted the lieutenant school. After the lunch meeting tomorrow, we will arrange for you to meet in the evening."

"Really. I haven't seen you for a year." Recalling the dangerous but comfortable days, Olibate smiled knowingly, "If Estier and the others stay in Crossbell, we can open a Class reunion. Forget it, let me enjoy this highest tourist attraction."

"Miss Xuela and Miss Aina are here, you can be content." Mu La rarely joked with her friend.

"Yes, yes. This way you don't have to worry about me interrupting your tryst with the major." In terms of lip service, Mulla is no match for Ogua, and only Li En can use his previous life experience to challenge Ogua. , "Otherwise, why don't you guys just go on a date at that rumored theme park? I happen to have two VIP tickets here, and I managed to get them through my connections."

(Li En said that I asked Lisha to do it because you begged me so shamelessly. But since you are doing it for Brother Mulla's life, I won't expose you.)
"You don't need to meddle in your own business, idiot! Speaking of which, your nonsense seems to be more serious than usual today. Could it be some bad idea?"

"Hahaha, it's disgusting, how could such a thing happen." Aogua froze, and let out a dry laugh-it would not be tender to tell Mu La about such things as sneaking out to play.

Just put a rope around his neck tomorrow. ——Mura is not a fuel-efficient lamp either.

"Speaking of which, I'm afraid this will be the last time I go out to play. After that, I will not only investigate the purpose of your Excellency the Prime Minister, but also observe the movements of the entire continent. You will inevitably be troubled like before. Please take care of everything, my lord. Best friend."

"Hmph, it goes without saying." Mu La snorted lightly, because we made an appointment.

Back then, they were still teenagers. At that time, Olibat's integrity hadn't been wiped out, and Mulla hadn't been too angry to age prematurely. The two were still learning military strategy and swordsmanship from Sykes.

On a spring afternoon, the two were lying on the grass and chatting, and for some reason, the topic turned into a dream.

As a bastard, Olibate, who had experienced much more ups and downs than a pair of younger siblings, said that dream that seemed almost impossible to realize at the time, he thought he would be ridiculed by his friends.

Unexpectedly, not only did Mu La not mean to ridicule at all, on the contrary she listened seriously.At the end, he said, "Let's do it."

"Would you like to come with me?" Olibate half-jokingly asked.

"Of course." Mulla nodded with a smile.

More than ten years ago, the two were laughing, but they didn't take it seriously.

More than ten years later, the two are still laughing and laughing knowingly.

How many decades can life be?

What they didn't know was that there was a similar conversation more than 250 years ago.

"Come with me, Roland, let's do something for this troubled world and this country." The young Drykels held out his hand to his best friend.

"Yesmylord!" Roland knelt on one knee, holding the hand of his best friend and lord.

Today, 250 years later, one of them is hailed as the greatest emperor of the empire, and the other is worshiped as the highest honor of knights for future generations.

I don't know how the next 250 years will be written about this pair of close friends?

PS: Hey, Moura, is this the rhythm to hang up?The heirs of Drykels 250 years later are actually divided into two parts, one is Li En, and the other is Ogua. On Li En's side, Crow died, and Ogua's side should pray that Mulla is okay.

(End of this chapter)