Chapter 746 My Daughter's Friend

"bite--"

"Your [Four-Legged Gold-Eating Beast] just sent you a new message."

"Transferring to voice..."

"Old Dong...cough! Dad, I'm going to take my new friend home for dinner tonight: don't worry, she's a girl, so remember to make an extra serving for dinner. The two of us are in the business district now, about five I’ll be home soon. If you want us to bring you anything, please tell us quickly.”

"By the way: remember to pay for the errands."

"Also, I bring my own key, so you don't have to open the door for me."

"That's it, hang up now, let's go check out the new shoes first."

"bite--"

"..."

Lieutenant Colonel Orpeson of the Avalon Auxiliary Army, who took off his military uniform, rolled up his sleeves, and was holding a piece of Glocks steak in his hand, could not help but fall into a moment of silence after hearing the voice of his adopted daughter on the other end of the communicator. .

After a while, he stretched out his finger, pressed it on the communicator, and listened again to make sure he didn't miss any information.

But... new friends?

He did tell Cyrene about this matter: always hanging out with those crazy nuns is definitely not a good thing. Although he himself is a believer, this does not prevent him from treating those who dare to take aliens. Treat your heart like a snack [Battle Sister], keep a respectful distance.

Orpeson shook his head. After exiting the communication channel in Cyrene, he thought about taking the opportunity to pay attention to whether there were any new messages from the few names in the friend list, but the inexplicable lag caused him to This made the immortal stagnant in place in embarrassment.

After tinkering for a long time, he had to ask his adopted daughter for help in a hoarse voice.

Cyrene's response was quick.

"Idiot~Dad~did you forget to clean up the background of the communicator again?"

"How many times have I told you, unused programs are canceled in the background, otherwise they will remain operational and block your traffic: just follow what I taught you before..."

A minute later, looking at the old guy in his hand who had finally become fluent, Orpeson struggled to spell out a sentence "OK" between the buttons smaller than his fingernails with his fingers. Then he thought about it again and started again. He picked one of the emoticons that came with the browser that he thought was suitable.

Soon, his daughter responded to him with an expression that was at least ten times more fancy: Although he had no idea what this weird graphic meant, it must be the new fashion among these young people.

"Isn't your daughter amazing?"

"sharp."

"That's so powerful, why don't you quickly give her some gold coins?"

"..."

Just when Orpeson was silent, a picture was sent from Cyrene. Even judging by Orpeson's almost unaesthetic eyeballs, this is a very good pair of shoes: hanging next to it There is a discount label, but the figures are still painful.

Immediately afterwards, his adopted daughter sent two more pictures: they were like a crying big-headed doll, or a psychic cat begging with a broken bowl. This time Orpeson understood her. Got it.

"bite--"

After another noise, the veteran of Avalon looked up the balance figure on his savings account distressedly, but it was not uncomfortable: Cyrene was a very well-behaved child, and the number of times he took the initiative to ask for gifts was very few, and he Nor is he willing to let his daughter make an embarrassing first impression in front of new friends.

However, for the sake of his just-received salary of less than two days, even though Cyrene continued to send happy emoticons and sweet texts, Orpeson still cruelly closed his communicator. Then he turned his attention to the raw meat in front of him.

Picking up the knife, he turned on the TV in the living room and skillfully adjusted to the channel of Avalon News Network: the handsome-faced announcer was reading out the latest information about the "Badaab Crisis".

Orpeson listened and chopped the Glocks steak into pieces. He didn't really care about the so-called news. He turned on the TV just to make the room livelier: as an officer of the Avalon Auxiliary Army, he could understand The information received is much fresher than the so-called [latest information] on TV stations.

What's more, judging from the host's current broadcast time, the Badab crisis is not a super topic that is hot enough for the people of Avalon: the host only spent less than five minutes simply saying After introducing the so-called latest developments, he finally began to broadcast the music apprentice audition contest of the great singer Ms. Catherine.

Catherine?

He had an impression of the name.

The Immortal looked at the wall. Although it was listed as his house on the real estate deed, due to being away from home for a long time, this room was actually filled with Cyrene's personal atmosphere: including the half-human-sized pictures on the wall, A poster of a singer with lifelike content in the painting.

A singer with purple eyes and light blue flowing hair, her heavy makeup and revealing clothes make the conservative believer Orpeson frown, but this is the figure that the new generation of Avalon young people are following. And her singing voice is indeed beautiful, even Orpeson cannot deny this.

His adopted daughter Cyrene's fanatical star-chasing behavior has been going on for several years, but it has not delayed her studies. Orpesson has heard of some more exaggerated examples, including two promising military academy students who were jealous of each other because of the smiles and frowns of Ms. Catherine. In the end, one was imprisoned and the other was lying in a cold morgue.

Orpesson also saw the military academy student who died unfortunately. He should have become a rising star. His outstanding talent and the big family with thirteen star systems behind him could ensure his rapid rise.

It is said that after his death, his biological mother who came to confirm his identity could not accept the reality that her only son died in such a short time. The lady became a little crazy and threatened to worship a god of life who was said to be very spiritual in their hometown.

After she was expelled from the Aurora for these disturbing remarks, the family behind her also experienced a short and brutal round of competition and sent a new spokesperson to the Queen of Avalon: and had to accept a [random inspection] of all their family territories by the Dawnbreaker's internal security forces.

Of course, these things have little to do with Orpesson: after all, no matter how popular Ms. Catherine is, she is just a singer, and her greatest influence is limited to the lower deck of the Aurora. Even meeting the original body is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

This great singer has publicly declared on countless occasions that her biggest dream in this life is to meet the Queen of Avalon, spend an afternoon with her, and then use all her talents to write a ballad for the Mother of Dawnbreaker that can be sung for a thousand years.

Of course, this dream has not really been realized so far.

As for the so-called gods, they have been a chronic problem in Avalon and the Far Eastern Frontier for many years: the Dawnbreaker's Primarch has tacitly approved religious freedom in all the territories he governs, which has long been an open secret, but it is precisely this tacit approval that has brought other small problems.

The problem is: religious freedom naturally makes people like Orpesson yearn for the Far Eastern Frontier, but this means that there will definitely not be a state religion in Avalon, and it is impossible to arbitrarily suppress those small sects with very few people and constantly emerging.

After all, their doctrines seem to be extremely correct: some encourage people to fight back bravely when facing injustice, some praise the significance of science and social progress, and some like to voluntarily form teams to go to the planets with the worst environment, carry out great greening operations in the face of wind and sand, and strive to make every piece of wild land return to life.

In addition, some other sects like to praise the behavior of these friendly countries and define it as discovering the beauty of the world: even from Orpesson's perspective, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with these small sects.

Therefore, when his comrades habitually prayed to the Primarch in the intervals between battles, and then prayed to some unknown god, even the most severe officers would just pretend not to see it: the Dawnbreakers would often stop them from saying anything, and forbid any god's title to be heard from mortals.

But according to Orperson's observation, even these Astartes didn't know why they stopped mortals from praying to the gods: things like the Imperial Truth had always been left in a corner to grow mushrooms in Avalon, and the actions of the Dawnbreakers seemed more like simply fulfilling the requirements issued by their Primarch.

As for that Lord Morgan...

The Eternal stopped thinking, he never thought about anything related to the Lord of Avalon: in the dark, he always felt that Morgan had unimaginable control over the Aurora Goddess under his feet, and it was also a terrifying vortex. If you look at it a few more times, you must be careful not to be sucked into it.

However, considering that the Primarch's generous soldier salary is helping his farm retirement plan catch up with the progress bar at a visible speed, Orpesson does not mind giving the Gene Mother of the Dawnbreaker a high impression score.

Much more generous than her father.

If the emperor of that year could understand the benefits of actively revealing his generosity and kindness to others earlier, perhaps Orpesson could stay with Neos for a few more years: maybe until they rebel together...

"Hiss..."

The sudden pain made the immortal knock his head angrily, which was much more painful than a bullet hitting his head. When he barely recovered his ability to think, Orpesson realized one thing: he seemed to have forgotten something a long time ago.

This is not the first time. Although he is an immortal, Orpesson's clear memory chain can only be maintained in this period of about fifty years. Those things that happened thousands or tens of thousands of years ago are no different from myths to him.

However, there are some things that he will remember even after a long time. He must remember them. He has a very fatal reason to remember them: That being said, in fact, he has long forgotten these things that he must remember.

Now... another thing...

Orpesson shook his head and couldn't help but blame himself in his heart.

What do you do when you have nothing to do and go to Neos, the old pervert: Whenever he is mentioned, it is bound to be bad. So many years have passed, haven't you learned enough lessons?

But: That guy definitely can't find him now anyway.

Thinking of this, the Eternal's mood became much better. He threw himself into the preparation of dinner with a new mentality. At the same time, he switched channels several times and finally stopped in front of a military news channel that specializes in reporting the latest developments of the Badab crisis.

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Ah, crisis.

A crisis of swords drawn.

This feeling is really familiar to him, and it reminds him of the years tens of thousands of years ago: he remembered that at a certain time on Terra, there were also two major powers with nuclear weapons, and a crisis that could wipe out the entire human civilization at that time from the surface of the earth broke out.

He was deeply involved in it.

At that time, he served in a nuclear submarine of one of the parties, responsible for patrolling in the waters where the crisis broke out, and if the situation changed, he would launch a deadly nuclear bomb: Fortunately, the officers standing behind him at that time never said that simple but crazy number.

Orpesson glanced at the TV.

Although the memory was blurred and there were countless stars between them, the imagined scene was combined with the present: how similar the two crises were, and their race had not made even a little progress after so many years.

No: maybe it even regressed?

The immortal smiled.

In the following time, he listened to the news, whether true or false, and quickly prepared a table of dishes. At the end, he wanted to open a bottle of good wine and have a good drink in this rare night of rest: but after hesitating again and again, he decided not to embarrass his daughter in front of her new friends.

Anyway, this room is not big. If the two girls sleep together tonight, he will have to go out to find a tavern: being able to find a tavern where you can drink by yourself and kill time with half-cold dishes in a busy but not noisy downtown area is a small dream that is hard to come by for a middle-aged man like him.

Amidst the laughter of anticipation, the Immortal prepared the last dish in time: at this time, there were less than three minutes left before her daughter, who clearly brought the key but never liked to open the door herself, knocked on the door.

Just enough time for him to clean himself up, wash off the grease on his hands, find the extra slippers and fruit plate, and then solemnly open the door for his little money-eating beast.

"Dad!"

As soon as the door opened, Cyrene, holding a shopping bag, was like a cannonball, and couldn't wait to hit him, jumping twice in joy before giving up: After smelling the air again and confirming that the fragrance coming from the kitchen came from his favorite dishes, Cyrene triumphantly stepped aside.

"Come!"

"Come meet Lucy!"

"My best friend!"

"Yeah."

Orpesson smiled and nodded, then looked at his daughter's friend.

"Hello, Lu..."

"..."

The next moment, the Immortal fell into a thousand-year-old silence.

He opened his eyes wide, his eyeballs were like white and round boiled eggs, his lips opened in astonishment, revealing the blackened tongue coating caused by long-term smoking, blue veins unconsciously occupied the corners of his forehead, and dense beads of sweat flowed from their roots, dripping into his heart swallowed by shock.

It has been a long time since Olpersong was so shocked.

Similarly...

He hasn't seen this damn face for a long time...

God damn it...

This time it was after plastic surgery!

The Immortal said nothing, his silence made the air around him cold, and standing opposite him: his daughter's new friend, a brown-skinned girl whose height might just touch his chest, also showed an expression almost exactly the same as his.

But [her] reaction was much faster.

After a moment of surprise, Lucy's face showed a smile that made Olpersong shudder. It was a kind of enthusiasm and intimacy that only appeared in his nightmares: she quickly stretched out her hand and grabbed Olpersong's palm without saying anything.

"Nice to meet you..."

"Mr. Olpersong."

"..."

The immortal didn't say anything, and instinctively wanted to pull his hand away, but the small palm that seemed to be able to only hold three of his fingers burst out with unimaginable strength. The pale skin and the pain at the wrist that was almost dislocated made the immortal sweat.

"Ah... Hello..."

He organized his words and finally didn't say the roar in his heart.

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Fuck.

This old man, why did he take out his skin again?