MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 62

Sudden good fortune often makes Shang Ping feel uneasy. As a fifteen-year-old Mars boy and an outstanding graduate of the Madoff Military Academy, Shang Ping has his inherent persistence and pride. However, since becoming a prisoner of the Golden Empire's cosmic fleet, Shang Ping had to give up something, or in other words, he had to accept some changes he never thought of, including becoming a prisoner, and bad luck that might come at any time.

However, what Shang Ping and Rochette did not expect was that what was waiting for them was completely contrary to everything they imagined.

This left Lochte completely confused, but he stopped complaining, while Shang Ping became more silent. From his dwindling smile, he could occasionally see increased unease.

If the pendulum of time could be reversed, Shang Ping didn't know whether he would choose to stay in the cell where he and Rochette were imprisoned, rather than choose to come out.

The teleportation bridge stops outside Soran Edrich's room, which is a private cabin connected to the central command room. The walls are hung with wall hangings that symbolize the noble blood of the royal family and the status of the commander of the space fleet, and are not practical except for decoration. The wide floor is covered with a burgundy carpet. The entire wall on the left side of the room is a huge screen. Soran Edrich is standing in front of the screen, looking up at the cosmic black sea in the screen. Glittering in the dark river of the universe, the most dazzling stars are not comparable to the icy blue eyes of the first prince of the Golden Empire, Soran Edrich, deep and wise, like a glacier that will not melt for ten thousand years. In earth mythology, the siren's song is like a song, attracting countless souls, moths to the fire, to the dazzling brilliance that can burn itself out, just like the long silver hair like a waterfall, if it is described as a galaxy, it is Couldn't be more apt. Standing at the door of the room, Shang Ping clearly knew that the man standing in front of him was an enemy, with his own life in his hands, but he had to admire the magic of the Creator of the Universe. These invaders of the Golden Empire, aside from their cruel and cruel nature, or their passion for killing, each of them is like a work of art carved from crystals and gems. Soran Edrich is the most expensive and perfect silver and ice blue priceless treasure among them.

Soran Edrich looked away from the black sea on the screen. The black-haired boy was reflected in the ice-blue pupils. He didn't do it on purpose. His sharp eyes still made Shang Ping have a momentary difficulty in breathing. After throwing away the initial enthusiasm and impulse, Shang Ping was not as comfortable and relaxed as he appeared.

If possible, he very much hopes that this royal noble from a distant galaxy, the great commander of the fleet, will not test the vitality of the human beings in the Muse galaxy because of a whim before Uncle Edgar comes to save him. How strong.

When Shang Ping and Rochette talked about this serious topic for the first time, Rochette could hardly believe his ears.

"Shang Ping, I thought you didn't care."

"How is that possible? No one will stubbornly choose to die when the chance to survive is in front of them."

Of course, the conversation between Shang Ping and Rochette can only go so far. Even if they think that this group of enemies from alien galaxies will not spend a lot of time installing some kind of eavesdropping device in the room, Shang Ping still keeps in mind Colonel Edgar had taught him that one of the requirements of being a qualified Mars soldier was to never be self-righteous.

As early as in the last life, Shang Ping had a very profound understanding of this truth. Even if he never wanted the opportunity.

Soran Edrich walked to the table and sat down, his white fingertips pressed a golden button on the edge of the table, the emperor chess board appeared in the air, a chessboard entirely formed by virtual images, with lifelike pieces on the chessboard Vertical and horizontal distribution. The waiter got Soran Edrich's permission and pulled out the chair opposite Soran Edrich. Shang Ping walked over without any choice and sat down slightly stiff.

This has happened no less than three times in the past few days. Shang Ping didn't know why Soran Edrich would let a prisoner play chess with him, but he wasn't stupid enough to use it as an excuse that he wouldn't. The emperor chess in front of him, regardless of the board or the pieces, the rules and layout, are very similar to the chess of the earth age. Shang Ping can't say that he is proficient, but he will not be killed.

When he was "invited" by Soran Edrich for the first time, Shang Ping couldn't help lowering his head to look for his chin that fell to the ground because he was too surprised. The imperial prince and the strange chessboard in front of him.

If he wins Soran Edrich, will he be dragged out and slaughtered right away?

What if you lose? The chances of being hit by a laser gun don't seem to be low either.

So, what about maintaining peace?

Shang Ping felt that he was daydreaming.

Fortunately, Soran Edrich's character obviously cannot be judged by common sense. He neither shows the slightest happiness because Shang Ping lost to him, nor does he feel unhappy because Shang Ping won. When Shang Ping tried to maintain a tie situation, he frowned slightly. After that, Shang Ping never did this again.

Shang Ping thinks that he has learned to observe words and expressions, and he has done a very good job.

The light sound of the fingertip tapping the table topped into the ear drum, and Shang Ping realized that the chess game had already begun. While breaking a cold sweat in his heart, he secretly warned himself that complacency and excessive self-confidence were not suitable for the same players. To get along with beautiful beasts, he still needs to continue to work hard.

Giovanna once again learned that His Royal Highness the First Prince had summoned the black-haired prisoner in a private name, and angrily threw the crystal glass to the ground. Slowly flowed on the ground, forming a pool of thick-colored stains.

July 3, 1128, Galactic Calendar

It seemed like a century had passed since that shocking battle.

In this seemingly long time, many people are racing against the clock to do some stupid things that others think are whimsical. Leaving aside the Mars soldiers in the Canon fortress, the Mars capital of the fourth planet, Hercules, also ushered in an important triennial festival to celebrate Madoff White's creation of the great Mars planet and Mars government. Leading the original colonists to reclaim the land with their own hands, create battleships, and lead the bravest warriors to develop the great deeds of the universe.

Martin, the chief executive of Mars, and David South, the commander-in-chief of the space fleet, still had to spare some time to attend the ceremony when they were overwhelmed by the report sent back to the Canon Fortress and the confidential document of Commander Terry. And on the high platform built in front of the City Hall, he made an impassioned and inspiring speech.

"...Yes, although we have lost in previous battles and lost countless excellent soldiers and commanders, but the people of Mars are brave and fearless and will not yield to any difficulties and dangers, we will surely Inheriting the glory of our ancestors, the most heroic soldiers will once again set foot on the battleship and strike back at our enemies with laser cannons and particle light cannons!  …”

"Long live Mars! Long live Madoff White!"

"Long live Mars! Long live! Long live..."

On the square, the soldiers in a neat line placed one hand in front of their chests, shouting vigorously, and the Chongwu Mars people threw their hats high in the air. Even the most elegant ladies lost their restraint at this moment. The news has strained the nerves of the Mars people who have prided themselves on victory for centuries, and they need to vent, to build up their already precarious confidence.

David South stepped off the podium, leaving the cheers and shouting behind him, and as he brushed past Archon Martin, he whispered, "Martin, I thought I had become a shameless politician."

"You shouldn't think so." Martin stopped, turned his head sideways, and looked at David Soth seriously, with a hint of gray in his eyes that clearly reflected David Soth's handsome face: "In a certain Sometimes you have to play the role of a qualified politician, even if you are David South, even if you are the commander-in-chief of the Mars Space Fleet. It is your responsibility to stand in the pyramid of power in this country At the top, that has become something you have to carry."

David South stood on the spot, narrowed his eyes slightly, and watched Martin's back, which was obviously thin, but still tall and straight, until Adjutant Joe quickly stepped forward, leaned into his ear, and reported in a low voice that he had just finished the game. According to the news from the Republic of Sri Lanka, President Liu Xi has persuaded Marshal Helu that Seth will provide Mars with a large amount of magnetite unique to the eighth planet. This news is undoubtedly exciting, at least it brings Colonel Edgar's whimsical idea one step closer to realization.