Another long passage, with a clichéd tone of an early Schiller play?

Xu Le vaguely understood some of the meaning that this relative who didn't know where to hook up wanted to express - based on the incomparably distant kinship across the federal empire, this imperial master Fan was willing to help him, but he was not willing to put too much effort into it, or in the face of the royal wrath, he didn't have many good methods.

This passage also mentions some things from decades ago, Master Fan obviously attributed the reason why Xu Le was able to escape the surveillance of the imperial chip to the small blue light instrument, and did not know that he had the ability to extract the chip from the back of his neck.

Xu Le thought more about it, if the little blue light instrument was the uncle's Ming, then the picture of the former master Fan traveling around the Federation with blue light emitting blue light from the pocket of the former master that he had constructed in his mind...... Nature is not real, and it seems that imagination is not the truth of history after all.

"I would be very grateful if you would help me leave the Empire. ”

He raised his chin slightly, unwilling to look at the middle-aged man's thighs, and after a moment of silence, he continued, "I don't have a complete understanding of those things back then, but I think that since your father was able to enter the Federation in a spaceship alone, he must have a great flying machine. ”

"That ship is truly remarkable. ”

Master Fan lifted his light shirt, scratched his smooth thighs very indecently, then lit a cigarette, inhaled it and said, "But I don't know where it is, the other thing is that although the universe is Haohan, I don't know how many imperial warships are hidden in it, how can you run out?"

Xu Le was silent again, guessing how true or false what he said, the hand holding the gun tightened and loosened again, bowed his head and said, "That star map?"

Master Fan puffed a puff of pale blue smoke, frowned at those beautiful eyebrows, and said self-deprecatingly, "If I had a spaceship and a star map, I would have run to the Federation by myself to play." ”

"Do you know what a star map is?" The middle-aged man's handsome and non-human-like face suddenly flashed with a hint of indignation, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the words gently erupted with the smoke.

"Li Pifu may know some, but he doesn't know where the star map is. ”

"Our Majesty knows where that star map is hidden, but he still doesn't know the true contents of that star map to this day. ”

"As for the other big names in the Empire and the Federation, they don't know anything at all. ”

"In the whole universe, only I know what that star map is, and only I know where it is. ”

Master Fan held the cigarette roll between his index finger and middle finger, gently flicking the dense and white charming head, and the smoke penetrated into the silk for a long time before slowly dissipating, like a nebula in the sky, showing a certain sense of vicissitudes with an unbearable slowness.

Xu Le still held the pistol silently, aimed at his head, and listened quietly, without saying a word superfluous, playing the role of a quiet listener very well.

"Because the star map originally belonged to our family. The sarcastic smile on Master Fan's face gradually faded, and he said lightly, "From my father's hand to my sister's hand, your father Nasri gave this bracelet back to my niece, which can be regarded as back to our family's hands." ”

Xu Le's eyes froze slightly, remembering the bracelet he saw on Jian Shui'er Haoyu's wrist back then, the bracelet engraved with ancient letter lyrics, and was shocked to realize that it had never appeared in the historical archives, and it was only in the hearts of big people at the level of the military god Li Pifu and Mrs. Tai that they were silently pursuing the important star map, which had always been in Jian Shui'er's hands.

But something is wrong with this matter, if the bracelet with the star map is the ancestral heirloom of the Imperial Master Fan, why is it engraved with the ancient characters of the Federation?

After hesitating for a moment, he asked his question to the beautiful middle-aged man in the smoke.

"Why is the ancestral bracelet of the Imperial Grand Master Fan Mansion engraved with the ancient characters of the Federation?" said the Grand Master Fan laughing happily, the air exhaled from his mouth blew away the smoke in front of him, and the light coat on his body fluttered uneasily, he raised his thighs and stepped on the stool beside him, and said with self-admiration, "This is what I have always wanted to prove." ”

Master Fan stared at Xu Le's eyes and said with a charming smile, "In the beginning, there was no federation or empire, and both sides came from the same place in the universe...... And I have to narcissistically come to the conclusion that our family should have some kind of important place in this history. ”

This inference is not complicated, and this conclusion is not narcissistic, but very logical, but Xu Le's face was not shocked, but a little indifferent, shaking his head and replying, "There are many historians in the Federation who are doing research in this area, but in the face of war, this kind of attempt is of little significance. ”

"Because my ground is higher, what I say, the empire must believe. Master Fan said calmly.

Xu Le acquiesced to the other party's statement.

"There is a catastrophe in the history of the Federation, but what is a catastrophe? Have you ever dug up a prehistoric relic in the ground?" said Master Fan, waving his arms and disdainfully, "that is, you poor mechanical citizens who have been brainwashed by broken computers, will not delve into these things in depth, what does it mean that it does not mean much? I have evidence that the two sides are relatives, and that is enough." ”

"The current research of the Federation also believes that the Holocaust was a disaster of prehistoric civilization, which coincides with your thoughts. Xu Le looked at the excited other party and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, the empire may be a branch of that prehistoric civilization, and our two families may be relatives, but where is your evidence?"

"Isn't the bracelet on my pretty niece's wrist proof?"

"You'll have to show proof that she's your niece. ”

"Look at my face. Master Fan raised his head, forced the face that could be described as peerless beauty through the smoke, and forced it in front of Xu Le's face, "Think about Jian Shui'er's face again, where are such excellent genes going to me?"

There is some truth to that. Xu Le shrugged again. "But don't forget that your princess isn't very pretty. ”

"There is still a lot of evidence that the number of units can produce the same astronomical units and chronological patterns in different cosmic contexts? ”

Master Fan mocked and said, "It's a pity that this scene, which should have been the warmest and most exciting scene in human history, was directly turned into countless killings by those greedy mineral merchants in the Federation." ”

The middle-aged man on the other side looks like a prodigal old man, but after all, he is the most mysterious and noble master of the empire, whether it is from the psychological tendency or the ** position, of course, he is sitting on the side of the empire, and Xu Le does not plan to make any arguments against him.

"I am so interested in Schiller, not only because his mid-term popular fiction writing seems to me to be the best way for mankind to survive the hardships of life, but also because I think that from his writings I can clearly see the commonalities between the Empire and the Confederation. ”

"There is no one in this world, no one's brain can come up with so many plots that require different life experiences and even Jirui to write. At my request, the Imperial Intelligence Agency collected a large number of Schiller's works, and the more I read them, the more I felt that I could write so many plays...... , not alone. ”

Xu Le listened to his emotion in silence, feeling a little weird, about this question that had plagued the Federal Academy of Literature and folk celebrity gossip lovers for countless years, he suddenly thought that Schiller really didn't exist, and it wasn't the vest of someone in the group of five, but ...... Is it written by the old stuff?

"Schiller is not alone. Master Fan tilted his head slightly, his eyes looked through the smoke and black cloth, looking at the white courtyard, the blue trees and the sky high outside, "Or rather, those books were not written by one person, he was just an oral narrator." ”

Xu Le was still silent, originally thinking that the trip to the Master Fan Mansion for one night was a little ridiculous and incredible, but after a conversation, he realized that the owner of this white courtyard was really not ordinary.

"Shouldn't you put the gun down? Mom and Dad are not as close as my uncle, although we are not related by blood, but you have to call me uncle. Master Fan suddenly changed the subject.

Xu Le thought silently in his heart, but it didn't seem to be a disadvantage to recognize such an uncle with a great background in the empire, and the father who died in the mining accident seemed to have taken a big advantage, and he only hoped that his mother and sister underground would not mind recognizing their relatives indiscriminately.

He lowered his gun.

"I feel much better this way, and I can continue to talk about my research over the years. ”

Master Fan looked at him with a kind smile and said, "My hobby since childhood is literature, and after receiving six bachelor's degrees at Imperial University, my final lifelong choice is comparative literary studies. ”

"Comparative Literature Studies of the Federation and the Empire, well, I'm the only one in this department, from the head of the department to the lecturer to the student...... I believe that I am the only one in the entire universe who is engaged in this profession, which is absolutely unique. ”

The middle-aged man smirked.

Each generation of masters is a stunningly talented and glamorous figure in their respective fields, Xu Le has long recognized this fact these days, but he really didn't expect that this imperial master Fan seems to be a, just a ...... Youth, middle age, and perhaps old age, intoxicated by literature.

"I have written countless unpublished essays proving that Schiller's novels and scripts have many texts that are too similar, in the form of folklore, circulated within the empire. ”

"What is the most important thing to prove that two societies come from the same civilization?

Master Fan pursed the corners of his lips, raised his hands and said loudly, the light shirt slipped off his arms, piled up to his shoulders, and with the pair of ** legs, he looked like a fanatical religious sacrifice.

"According to distant legends that are almost blurred, my ancestors, though the greatest oligarchs of war, were the most war-fearing men. ”

"So do I, my hobbies are literature, peace and love, so allow me to ...... in the name of literature, peace and love, which are the most precious things in my life , imprison you for the time being. ”

The words fell, and the smoke dispersed faster, Xu Le's pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand, which was still vigilant about holding the gun, was just about to be raised, when several thick blue arcs of lightning broke through the smoke and hit him fiercely in the chest.

(This chapter is okay, I like this bare-thighed, very loving and beautiful master with a young man.)