Chapter 39: Imprison you in the name of literary peace and love (Part 1)

Another long passage, with a stale tone of early Schiller scripts.

Xu Le vaguely understood some of the meanings that this relative whom he had hooked up with from unknown aspects wanted to express - based on the extremely distant relative relationship across the federal empire, the imperial master teacher was willing to help him, but was unwilling to give too much energy for it, or he did not have many good methods in the face of the royal furious situation.

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 Empire chip to the small blue light instrument, and did not know that he had the ability to extract chips from the back of his neck.

Xu Le thought more about the small blue light instrument, if the invention of the uncle, then the picture of his former master's wardrobe traveling around the Federation with blue light that he had built in his mind... Of course, it is not true. It seems that imagination is not the truth of history after all.

“I am very grateful if you are willing to help me leave the empire.”

He raised his jaw slightly, unwilling to look at the middle-aged man's naked thighs. After a moment of silence, he continued: "I cf. I didn't have a complete understanding of those things back then, but I think your father can enter the Federation alone on a spaceship, he must have an amazing aircraft."

"That spaceship is really amazing."

The master teacher lifted up his thin top, scratched his smooth thighs indecently, then lit a cigarette, sucked it carefully and said, "But I don't know where it is. In addition, although the universe is great, I don't know how many imperial warships are hidden in it. How do you run out?"

Xu Le was silent again, guessing how true and false what he said was. His hands holding the gun tightened and loosened again. He lowered his head and said, "That star map?"

The master teacher sprayed a mouthful of light blue smoke, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and said self-deprecatingly: "If I had a spaceship and star map, I would have gone to the Federation to play by myself."

"Do you know what the star map is?" A hint of sigh suddenly flashed on the middle-aged man's handsome face, which was not as good as a normal human, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the words gently sprayed out with the smoke.

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

"Our Majesty, my classmates, know where the star map is hidden, but he still doesn't know the true content of the star map until today."

"As for the empire and other bigwigs in the federation, they don't know anything at all."

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

Master Master clamped a cigarette roll with his index finger and middle finger, gently brushing the dense white and charming hair. The smoke penetrated into his hair for a long time before slowly emanating, just like a nebula in the sky, showing a sense of vicissitudes at an unbearable speed.

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

"Because the star map belongs to our family." The sarcastic smile on the face of Master Teacher gradually faded away, and he said in a low voice: "It was passed from my father to my sister's hand, and your father Nasri sent the bracelet back to my niece, which was considered to be back to our family."

Xu Le's eyes stumbled slightly. He remembered the bracelets he saw on Jian Shui'er Haoyu's wrists, and the bracelets with ancient letters engraved with lyrics. He was shocked to find that the important star map that had never appeared in historical archives, but was silently pursued in the hearts of big figures of the level of the War God Li Pifu and Mrs. Tai, turned out to be in Jian Shui'er's hands.

But this matter is a bit wrong. If the bracelet with the star map is a ancestral inheritance of the Imperial Master, why are there ancient texts of the Federation engraved on it?

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his own questions to the beautiful middle-aged man in the smoke.

"Why are the ancient words of the Federation engraved on the ancestral bracelet of the Imperial Master Mansion?" Master Man smiled happily, the air exhaled from his mouth blew away the smoke in front of him, and the thin coat on his body was uneasy. He raised his thighs and stepped on the stool beside him, and said with self-praise: "This is exactly what I have always wanted to prove."

Master Master stared at Xu Le's eyes and said with a charming smile: "At the beginning, there were no federations, no empires, both sides came from the same place in the universe... and I had to narcissistically draw a conclusion that our family should occupy a very important position in this history."

This inference is not complicated, and this conclusion is not narcissistic, but it is very logical. However, Xu Le's face was not shocked, but he was a little indifferent, shook his head and replied: "There are many historians in the Federation doing research on this aspect, but in the face of war, this attempt is not of great significance."

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

Xu Le agreed 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 ruin underground?" Master Master waved his arm and said disdainfully: "It is you poor mechanical citizens who have been brainwashed by broken computers that do not conduct in-depth research on these things. What does it mean? I have evidence to prove that both sides are relatives, which is enough."

"The current research of the Federation also believes that catastrophe is a disaster for prehistoric civilization, which coincides with your thoughts." Xu Le looked at the excited other party and shrugged, "Well, the empire may be a branch of that prehistoric civilization. Our two families may be relatives, but where is your evidence?"

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

"You have to show evidence that she is your niece."

"Look at my face." Master Master raised his head and forced the face that could be described as peerless beauty to break the smoke, and forced it to Xu Le's face. "Think about Jian Shuier's face, where can I find such an excellent gene?"

"This makes some sense." Xu Le shrugged again, "But don't forget that your princess is not very beautiful."

"There is still a lot of evidence, how can digital units, and how can they produce the same and outrageous astronomical units and chronological methods in different cosmic contexts? Whether it is a federal or an empire, the great figures in power can carry out a comparative work involving all aspects of human society as long as they are willing."

Master Master said mockingly: "It's a pity that this scene should be the warmest and most exciting scene of recognizing relatives in human history, which was directly turned into countless killings by the greedy mineral merchants of the Federation."

The middle-aged man opposite looked like a wandering flower master, but he was the most mysterious and noble master of the imperial identity. He was of course sitting on the empire in terms of his psychological tendency and ass standpoint. Xu Le did not intend to make any refutation of his complaints.

"Why am I so interested in Schiller? Not only because his mid-term popular novel writing is the best way for humans to pass the time and survive hard life, but also because I feel that from his works, we can clearly see the commonalities between the empire and the Federation."

"There is no one in this world, and no one's brain can come up with so many plots that require different life experiences and even extreme insights to write. According to my requirements, the Imperial Intelligence Agency has collected a large number of Schiller's works. The more I read, the more I feel that the person who can write so many script novels... cannot be alone."

Xu Le listened to his feelings silently, feeling a little weird. Regarding this question that has troubled the Federal Institute of Literature and folk gossip enthusiasts for countless years, he suddenly thought that Schiller really does not exist, nor is it the vest of someone in the five-person group, but... it was written by an old guy?

"Schiller is not alone." Master Fan raised his head slightly, his eyes passing through the smoke through the black cloth, looking at the white courtyard outdoors, the green trees and the lofty sky, "or rather, those books were not written by one person, he was just an oralist."

Xu Le was still silent. He originally thought that the trip to the Grand Normal Mansion tonight was a bit ridiculous, but after a conversation, he realized that the owner of this white courtyard was indeed extraordinary.

"Should you put the gun down? My parents can't get along with each other as well as my uncle. Although we are not related by blood, you have to call me uncle." Master Master suddenly changed the topic.

What kind of uncle is this? Xu Le thought silently in his heart, but it seems that he does not suffer a loss to recognize such a great uncle in the empire. His father, who died in the mine accident, seemed to have taken a big advantage. He only hopes that his mother and sister underground don’t mind recognizing relatives.

He lowered his gun.

"This way, my feelings are much better. I can continue to talk about my research over the years." Master Fan looked at him with a smile and said, "My hobby since childhood was literature. After getting six bachelor's degrees at Imperial University, the final lifelong direction I chose was comparative literature research."

"The comparative literature research between the Federation and the Empire, well, I am the only one in this department, from the department chair to the lecturer to the students, I am the only one in the whole universe... I believe that I am the only one in this major, which is absolutely unique."

The middle-aged man laughed proudly.

Every generation of masters is amazing and stunning. Xu Le has long recognized this fact these days, but he did not expect that this imperial master teacher seemed to be a young man, middle-aged, or old man who was intoxicated in literature.

"I have written countless unpublished papers to prove that Schiller's novel scripts have many texts with too high similarity, which are circulated in the empire in the form of folk legends."

"To prove that two societies come from the same civilization, what kind of similarity is the most important thing? That is the similarity of cultures!"

Master Master pursed the corners of his lips and raised his hands and said loudly. His thin top slid from his arms and piled up to his shoulders. With those naked legs, he looked like a fanatical religious priest.

"According to the distant legend, my ancestors were the biggest war oligarchs, but they were the ones who hated war the most."

"I am the same. My hobbies are literature, peace and love, so please allow me to temporarily imprison you in the name of the most precious literature, peace and love in my life."

As the words came, the smoke gradually dissipated faster. Xu Le's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was still alert to the right hand holding the gun, about to lift it when several thick and fierce blue arcs had already broken through the smoke and hit his chest hard.

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Chapter completed!