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And he walked alone to a white marble sculpture beside the blue lake.

A tall and graceful angel, with long hair draped over his shoulders and beautiful facial features delicately carved in marble. He held a sharp sword in his hand, but lowered his head, his brows were sad, and his wings were broken and shattered.

He sat at the foot of the sculpture, looked at the lake, and thought quietly that this place was a bit like "Sudasana", the eternal lost paradise.

Sometimes, he thought, he might be promoted to captain after returning to the voyage. Who would the Platonic girl who wanted to marry him marry? Will he have the opportunity to be promoted to grand captain, the highest honor of a Platonic knight?<

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"The human body is weak, and we can only fight with ourselves if we are extremely strong." Schwartz whispered to himself in classical Platonic language.

"Admiral! Admiral?" His guard commander Khwaja interrupted his thoughts.

"What's going on?" Schwartz's thoughts returned to reality, and the calm aura unique to Plato's knights appeared.

"It's really a difficult thing for you to ask me to entertain Admiral Dlamini, the commander of the Seventh Fleet. As soon as he stepped into Messier, he wanted to drink the best wine. He was noisy and disliked the poor vintage of the red wine provided by the base.

." The bronze-skinned Khwaja reported a special thing.

"Just pick up a bottle of wine, print him a label of a century-old wine, and put it on it." Schwartz frowned, looking speechless and disgusted, "After beating him like this, he still has the heart to drink..."

He just hates the stinky military discipline of the Gaia army, so he is willing to station Messier nearly 6,000 light years away.

Khwaja, who had curly black hair, smiled. General Schwartz had a sense of humor and was loved by nearly 600,000 troops throughout the base.

The general immediately hurried back to the base command room.

"I have to discuss countermeasures with Vice Admiral Sanjoin, Chief of the Fleet General Staff. Soon the White Tiger Knights and the 'Hatusa' fleet will gather to surround Messier." He said as he walked.

White Tiger Knights - He probably doesn't know any of the knights anymore. Knights are always very young, because they are as short-lived as a flower blooming. Even if his old acquaintances are still alive, they should have transferred to the space fleet and other departments.

Why has he become so nostalgic today?
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