There’s still a few days left before the birthday of the patriarch of the family who rules this galaxy arrives. Tonight’s banquet is just a warm-up to entertain the guests who were already here.
In order for the guests to not feel bored while waiting, various large and small banquets have been held continuously in the past days, whether day or night.
The small banquets mostly invited guests of the same circle or similar status to meet in different banquet halls, but the banquet tonight was hosted by Beiat, the only son of the old marquis himself. So naturally, as long as they are guests who have arrived in Mia Star, they must give this future Mia family patriarch face and attend the large banquet tonight.
The white brocade embroidered with golden silk threads reflects the lights at the banquet and shines, and the jewelry on it glimmers with bright pearlescent colors.
The ten-meter long table was covered with snow-white tulle, its laced edges layered, appearing exquisite and ornate. The snow-white porcelain plate was decorated with fragrant cuisines that looked like works of art, and surrounding it were glass cups filled with bright red, orange yellow, or light green liquid substances. These colored glasses were decorated and arranged like flowers on the long table.
The finely carved golden murals hung above a light yellow column. The light yellow layer on the column flashes tiny fluorescent lights which makes the golden murals brighter.
At the four corners of the banquet hall, flames placed in huge white stone fireplaces were burning. The partition wall carved out of pitch-black wooden bars gives out an increasingly quaint feel.
The upper class aristocrats nowadays reveres this retro style, whether it be clothing or other things, the more they date back to ancient times, the more it can show the style and taste of an aristocrat.
The guests were very satisfied with this ancient-styled banquet hall. The men were dressed in Chinese clothing, holding wine cups while drinking and gambling.
Beautiful women dressed in exquisite dresses and ceremonial gowns. With complicated hair styles and gorgeous hair ornaments, they gathered together in twos or threes, laughing softly.
Incongruous. (Mismatched, no categories)
If Miao Te were to see this so-called retro-style, his mouth corner would twitch and he would give such a comment.
It must be known that there are too many different time periods on Earth, ancient century, medieval, modern times, etc., and each major period is divided into different small phases. Even in these small phases, the infrastructure and clothing styles all have very big differences.
The so-called retro-style of the aristocrats in the interstellar now… it was simply a hodgepodge of different styles from different centuries on Earth.
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However, considering the loss of Earth’s culture and the tens of thousands of years of time difference from then and now, it was not impossible for the history of the Earth to be mixed into one ancient period.
It’s just that Miao Te is not here right now, and it was obviously impossible to make complaints about these so-called retro-styles from Earth.
At this time, inside this magnificent banquet hall, the beautiful women gather together in twos and threes, whispering and laughing with most of their eyes falling on the young major general who is a rare occurrence in this banquet.
As everyone knows, the owner of ‘Ishtar’ is not so fond of socializing, and his figure rarely appears at banquets.
Therefore, this rare figure that appeared at the Marquis’s banquet this time is also a pleasant surprise to many women.
Apart from pictures, it was rare to have the opportunity to watch the youngest major general in the history of the Empire so closely. They naturally need to have their fill of looking, and then go back and show off to their unsuccessful bosom friends.
The youngest major general in all of the Empire’s history.
A title that everyone knows.
However, there is also another title that is also well-known but no one speaks out loud, reamaining as a tacit understanding.
The most beautiful Major General since the beginning of the Empire.
No one who has met Taylor can refute this sentence. Even the person who hates Taylor the most can only spit a bit and bitterly go home in anguish.
The young major general quietly sat on the dark yellow sofa near the floor-to-ceiling window in the banquet hall’s lanai.
He did not wear a gorgeous gown and was still only in his imperial military uniform with the black patterned with silver style.
The only decoration on his body was the golden fringed epaulettes decorated on the shoulder of the Imperial uniform which symbolized the major general’s identity.
Wrapped in skintight black trousers, his pair of long legs appeared to be increasingly slender, with the silver metal buttons on his lacquered military boots reflecting a cold arc.
Even the down of a swan cannot compare to the softness of the jet black hair of the young major general. His silky black hair is so sleek that it seems as if you can hear the rustling of his hair as it scatter and glimmer on the major general’s cheek, making his skin appear whiter.
Ice muscle, jade bones. [describes women’s skin that is so fair and smooth it’s almost surreal]
This phrase, which was supposed to be used only on a beautiful girl, has no sense of dissonance when used to describe the face of the major general.
Contrary to what one expects, no matter what kind of five big and three so-called rough and manly men, you can forget about the major general giving off a weak or feminine feel, just them standing in front of this major general will make them somewhat soft on the knees.
There seemed to be a sharpness and pressure that is emitted directly from his bones.
He was simply sitting there, but his momentum had overwhelmed anyone who wanted to approach him.
“Boss, it is rare for there to be so many cute girls, don’t keep your face sullen like this.”
The red-haired major leaned towards his Boss, who had an invisible wall around him, and laughed mischievously.
He raised his head and looked around. He winked at a beautiful aristocrat girl who was looking over at them.
The girl glanced at him, smiled politely, and then set her gaze back on the black-haired major general next to Robin once again. When she looked at Robin a moment ago, her eyes were dull and without shine, but when she fixed her gaze on Taylor, her eyes were sparkling and shining.
Robin clicked his tongue and gave up on his plan to hook up with other beauties.
He was standing beside his Boss and he still expects to be able to hook up with a girl?
He was standing beside Boss. On one hand, drinking alcohol and on the other, beginning to sound like a broken record.
“By the way, Boss, I’ve said it many times before. My team is called Demon Slayer, so every time you tell me to attack, you should call ‘Demon Slayer Fleet, attack.’ You only call out ‘Destroyer Fleet, attack’ every time, don’t you think that it’s so boring!
The indifferent Lord Major General Taylor gave a helpless look out of the corner of his eye to his subordinate who’s in the late stages of chuunibyou [has no cure for his eight grade syndrome].
“BoSS, if you don’t like to call out like this, can you think about our team equipment instead?”
Robin couldn’t feel that his Boss didn’t want to put up with his red-haired major and continue talking.
“How about upgrading the railgun at least?”
Halfway through his speech, he suddenly caught a figure coming to this side out of the corner of his eyes, causing him to instantly retain the hippie smile on his face and shut his mouth. He stood quietly beside his boss, not uttering a single word.
The young major general raised his head slightly, his dark blue pupils reflecting the figure walking towards him.
The seemingly gentle and honest man in an elegant clothing smiled at him and politely raised the wine glass in his hand, and then handed the other glass of cyan wine over.
“Care to drink a bit? Lord Major General Taylor.” The successor of Mia family said with a smile.
“If it doesn’t suit your taste, you can tell the attendant to remake it for you.”
Pupils like dark blue glass beads stained with ink marks, reflected the wine glass handed in front of them. The black-haired major general’s pupils glowed a colder shimmer than that of the crystal clear glass’.
Then he stood up and took the wine glass.
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The handsome waiter who tried his best to distribute male hormones felt a little stifled.
Although he didn’t really expect to be able to hook up with the target person in such a simple way, what’s with this target person’s indifferent response?
The waiter could see that the youth’s disregard for himself was not a pretense, but that he really had no interest in himself.
…I’m afraid this person is more interested in pastry than myself.
Having arrived at this stifling fact, the waiter decisively chose to implement plan B.
Instead of making any seductive or suggestive moves, he smiled politely at Miao Te, bowed, and turned away.
Before leaving, he took a look at the censer in the corner of the room and saw that there was not much incense liquid in it, so he added some more.
The waiter opened the door and left. Following the command of Major General Taylor, the young soldier at the door glanced at him and then looked at the youth in the room who posed nothing unusual before nodding to let him go.
The door closed again.
A faint scent of incense lingered in the room. It is not strong, but light and shallow, faintly discernible as it scatter through the air.
Miao Te, who was sitting in a soft chair by the window, was watching the rare bright night sky that shone like daylight at night. Perhaps because he was full, a bout of drowsiness fell upon him.
He lazily nestled in the soft chair, too lazy to get up. He fell asleep just like this.
After a long while, the room was quiet, and only the shallow breathing of the youth could be heard.
Silently, the door of the closet suddenly opened.
There was a man inside the empty closet that was there just for decoration. His movements were light, and there were almost no signs of movement as he closed on Miao Te.
The youth nestled in the soft chair with his head tilted, sleeping heavily.
A hand slowly stretched towards him.
A light from the side shone over, stretching the shadow of the man who appeared in the room until it fell on the boy whose sleeping face appeared a bit childish, almost shrouding him in the dark shadow.
Countless thin lines of white light extend from the metal ring on the man’s wrist, like spider silk about to capture prey, hovering little by little towards the sleeping youth.
The light filaments wrapped around his slender neck bit by bit, penetrating into the skin of his temples.
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The unaware teenager was still asleep.
But on his right wrist, the silver-blue metal ring suddenly flashed a faint shimmer.
It was hidden under the cuffs of his military uniform so no one was able to notice this glimmer of light that flashed by.
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The dark-brown curly-haired man maintained his decent smile as he raised his glass as a gesture of respect.
He took a sip of the red wine and glanced from the corner of his eye to the quaint hourglass in the lobby, roughly estimating the time.
The man he sent should be about to succeed.
He can only take advantage of this little gap while Taylor is out, he can’t let others see clues. He can only use essence to make the little kid faint and then take that opportunity to find the information through spiritual harmonization.
Moreover, it can be taken a step further and bury special hypnotic instructions in that youth’s spiritual realm to be triggered at a critical time.
The incense was specially made. It only makes people feel like they have a nightmare in a confused state, leaving no memory. As for any bad sequelae the teenager would get, of course, Beiat doesn’t care.
As the effect of that incense was very short, it would disappear as soon as Taylor returned, so naturally, nothing would go wrong with it.
Beiat was thinking so proudly of himself like this as he took another sip of wine.
He looked at the young major general who also held up his glass as if to drink.
However, just a moment before the pale, thin lips touched the transparent glass, they suddenly pressed closed tightly.
Beiat only felt the atmosphere around him change at that instant. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the sudden sense of oppression made him involuntarily hold his breath for a second.
The wine glass that almost touched the lips of the young major general was put aside the next second, and with a crisp sound, a crack meandered at the bottom of the wine glass.
When Beiat reacted, he had could only gaze at the back of the Major General Taylor who quickly turned and left.
He stared at the back as a flicker crossed his eyes.
Exposed.
He stared at a blue light passing through the right cuff of Major General Taylor’s military uniform as he thought inwardly.
He actually gave half of his personal information ring to that little guy…
It seems that this guy paid much more attention to the boy named Miao Te than he originally thought…
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The rapid footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Robin almost ran just to catch up with his Boss.
“What’s wrong, Boss?”
As soon as he looked up, he saw the horribly cold side profile of his BoSS.
“Someone wants to force a mental harmonization.”
The voice of the black-haired major general was also extremely cold.
Robin’s pupils instantly contracted.
He naturally knew who his Boss was talking about.
A fierce look appeared in his eyes.
The child was left in the room in order to protect him, but it was unexpected that he was exploited instead.
Forced spiritual harmonization—
Where the protection that was on the surface of the consciousness is forcibly torn apart to enter the spiritual realm of another—
Where the pain suffered by the forcibly torn through consciousness is more than that of a physical injury—