MRG Chapter 56: Sweiman Warehouse

Translator: Bambootriangle

Editor: yuki_shuichi

On the projection screen, Light’s speech continued. Behind him were Field Marshal John Natt and Deputy General Levi. Further to the side were several generals who had made outstanding contributions in the fight against the Doyle Zerg.

These people were comrades who once fought alongside Light, and now they stood behind Light and listened to the speech on the spot.

Although Mu Chen did not see Xavier and Jeffrey on the screen, he knew that the two should also be at the scene, probably standing in the row. They were on the warship, rushing to the front line with the rest of the soldiers.

If there was nothing wrong with his allocation results, he should be standing in that position now, able to see Light’s face as soon as he looked up, and look him in the eye in a blink of an eye, instead of being separated by a cold display screen, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Mu Chen frowned and flipped through the emails twice. He found the email address of the superior contact at the bottom and immediately sent a letter titled [Application for Reconsideration].

In the main text, he briefly explained his performance in the assessment of the First Military Academy and the first three choices he had originally filled in. He wrote in an urgent tone and expressed his hope to get a reply from the other party as soon as possible.

After sending the email, Mu Chen subconsciously opened the chat interface between him and Light. The last chat record between the two was still a few hours ago:

He asked Light: [Gege, has the fleet set sail? ]

Light: [Set sail.]

At this moment, his fingers were resting on the terminal screen. He had a lot of questions in his mind, but he had no idea where to start…

Why did Light hide Konaren’s current situation?

Could it be that his unusual distribution results were also related to Light?

If so, why would he do that?

Besides these, what else was he hiding from him…

While Mu Chen was lost in thought, the sound of the speech in his ears gradually faded away. When he looked up again, Light’s image had disappeared from the screen, replaced by the gentle voice of a female radio host. She began to analyze the current situation on Blue Star and advised the public to prepare corresponding countermeasures and not to panic.

“Your Majesty, you must remember to take your medicine on time.”

The sound of a glass hitting a table was heard not far away. Jorah’s personal attendant Boris, brought him a glass of water. On the bright antique table was a small medicine box with pills of different colors in a grid embedded in the box.

Jorah held the cup in both hands, looking at the box that contained at least four or five different kinds of pills, and showed a rare look of confusion. “What are these?”

Boris bent down and patiently explained to him the name and function of each medicine. He seemed to have repeated this process many times. He knew the name of each medicine by heart. “…These are what the doctor prescribed for you yesterday. They will help your memory.”

After he repeated it two or three times, Jorah finally stopped hesitating.

He swallowed a few pills and took a big gulp of water.

The conversation between the two came to Mu Chen’s ears intermittently. He put down the terminal, walked to Boris, and asked, “What’s up with His Majesty?”

Jorah was still taking medicine and didn’t notice what was happening here.

Boris looked embarrassed and turned to look at Jorah, then at Mu Chen.

Mu Chen frowned, “What’s wrong?”

“His Majesty has been forgetting things recently…” Boris lowered his voice and said, “I asked the doctor to diagnose me a few days ago. It’s basically confirmed… It’s Alzheimer’s.”

Mu Chen was slightly stunned, and the atmosphere became quiet. After a while, he opened his lips and said, “Does Gege know…”

He suddenly stopped talking halfway through his words, as if realizing something.

Looking at Boris’s embarrassed expression, Mu Chen became more and more certain.

How could Light not know about Jorah’s condition.

Boris, “His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knows. Before he left, he specifically asked me to take good care of His Majesty.”

Mu Chen’s hands hanging by his side clenched slightly…

Yeah, how could he not know?

He was like a fool from beginning to end, the only one who knew nothing.

Mu Chen’s mind flashed with the words that Light often said to him before he left. He said that after he came back, they would have a wedding.

A wedding…

But from the beginning to the end, had he ever considered himself a trustworthy partner?

Buzz!

The terminal in Mu Chen’s hand suddenly vibrated.

He slid open the screen and found that it was a reply letter.

Mu Chen’s pupils trembled, and he clicked on the email.

What caught my eye was a glaring red seal with a line of words written on it: [Review rejected, please follow your superiors’ arrangements and go to your service location immediately]

The veins on the back of Mu Chen’s hand bulged as he gripped the terminal tightly, and he had no place to vent his anger.

If the other person were standing in front of him at this moment, he could still argue with him on the spot, but facing this line of cold text, he could do nothing.

Mu Chen frowned and dialed the number of his instructor when he was in the First Military Academy. The terminal beeped twice.

There was a noise of snowflakes coming from the other end, followed by the instructor’s loud questioning. It was obvious that the wind was very strong over there, and the sound of the turbine turning could be faintly heard.

Mu Chen told him about his allocation results and expressed his doubts about it.

In the background filled with noise, the man said loudly:

“Listen, this is not arranged by me, and the final result is not something I can influence. No. 1 Military Academy is only responsible for submitting the list, and the final number of candidates is determined by the base. This list is supposed to be confidential, and I have no right to disclose its contents. But as your instructor, I can only tell you that you are on my list…”

There was another burst of “buzzing” as white noise started coming in again.

“I’m going to go now… Damn this interference signal… Let’s not talk about it for now! Good luck, Your Highness.”

The call was hung up.

Mu Chen’s mood became more and more complicated. He returned to the chat interface, but Light did not reply to his message.

On the other side, Boris had already put away Jorah’s medicine box, and the latter was reading government affairs with his hands crossed on his chest.

Mu Chen walked forward quickly and said, “Your Majesty, the situation on the front line is urgent. I can’t contact my gege for the time being. There is definitely something wrong with my military service assignment, but my superiors are unwilling to help me change it. I want to be transferred to Konaren. You should have a way.”

No matter what branch of the military he was assigned to, just go there first.

When he got there, he would ask Light in person why the other party did this.

Jorah looked at him in silence for a moment. “I can’t interfere with the arrangements of the army, especially the Mecha Corps.”

He half-closed his eyelashes and seemed to sigh. “He won’t listen to me.”

It seemed like only half a day had passed. The old man, who would have argued with Light for half a day over a trivial matter, suddenly lost his temper, and his former strength and stubbornness disappeared without a trace.

……

An hour later,

Mu Chen boarded the aircraft to Sweiman, accompanied by two lieutenants who were responsible for sending Mu Chen to the Sweiman Armory Maintenance Warehouse and reporting the situation to their superiors.

Looking down from the sky, the warehouse looks like a huge iron box.

If one got off the aircraft and looked closely, one would find that there were countless mottled scratches on the iron walls surrounding the warehouse.

This was one of the military buildings created during the first battle sixteen years ago.

The lieutenant used his ID card to access the verification panel, and the heavy mechanical door slowly opened. He took Mu Chen through the winding storage room and entered a room similar to a central control room. Many thin clerks were sitting in front of computers.

Now this warehouse has adopted a fully automated management model, and the daily work of these logistics personnel was to ensure that there were no errors in the AI’s operating program.

When Mu Chen walked in, almost all the clerks subconsciously focused their eyes on him and couldn’t move their eyes away. Both his face and hair color were too eye-catching, almost like a walking neon sign. Anyone who has read the royal news could recognize that the tall young man in front of them was the Crown Prince’s fiancé.

The naked gaze of these people made him feel uncomfortable. Those looks seemed to be silently questioning him why a person who graduated from a military academy would come to such a place.

Mu Chen lowered the brim of his hat with his hands to cover his face.

At the end of the corridor, the lieutenant stopped a young man and asked him, “Where is Cliff?”

The thin young man suddenly stood up from his seat. He wore outdated braces, and it was unknown whether he had finished college. “Sir, please…please follow me there.”

He spoke with a distinct country accent, and his eyes couldn’t help but glance at Mu Chen while he was talking.

The moment Mu Chen raised his eyes and glared back, the young man suddenly lowered his head again, feeling ashamed of his own impoliteness. He just…

He had never seen such a beautiful person.

The young man led the two people forward.

They came to a corner of the warehouse, and Mu Chen discovered that there was a bed installed on the bottom shelf in an extremely hidden location.

Hearing the noise outside, the old man lying on the bed took off his windbreaker, revealing half of his face. “It’s been too busy these past two days. I haven’t seen so many people in a long time.”

Only then did Mu Chen see clearly that it was a multifunctional bed made from various discarded military materials.

The old man jumped down from the bed, “bang!”, and the ground made a heavy noise.

Mu Chen looked down in surprise and found that the old man had no legs. Two metal prosthetics were exposed under his rolled-up trouser legs.

The man’s mechanical knee rotated, making a “creaking” sound.

The old man touched his nose awkwardly, “Sorry, I forgot to oil it…”

He tapped his “leg” and said, “Old things have some problems.”

The lieutenant introduced Mu Chen. “Cliff, the general manager of the Sweiman Armory Maintenance Warehouse, has been here for nearly sixteen years. He is a veteran who participated in the first war raid. No one knows the structure of this warehouse better than him.”

Mu Chen looked at him. “Sir…”

Cliff smiled and shook his head. “Just call me by my name, don’t call me sir. I’m only a lieutenant. Strictly speaking, I should call you Sir, Your Highness.”

Mu Chen was slightly stunned. Cliff was actually right. He was awarded the title of captain when he graduated from the military academy, but this realization made Mu Chen even more irritated.

He turned his head away, avoiding Cliff’s sight.

Cliff led him forward, and he noticed the expression under the young man’s hat brim from the corner of his eye. “Please don’t be like this, Your Highness. I know what you are thinking. You may think that what I said just now is “examining” you, examining why you graduated from the First Military Academy but did not go to the front line, but instead stayed in such a shabby warehouse…”

Mu Chen’s eyes flashed, and he raised his head.

Cliff, “Don’t worry, I definitely did not have such an intention. If I could, I would rather never have been to the front line.”

There was silence for a moment, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, Cliff said, “I’ll take you to your dormitory now.”

Hearing this, Mu Chen subconsciously looked up at the assembled bed in the corner of the warehouse, as if thinking about what his dormitory would look like.

Cliff immediately understood Mu Chen’s thoughts, “Of course, I won’t make you sleep in the warehouse. Everyone here has a special dormitory. That… uh, it’s a personal hobby of mine.”

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows, “Why…”

Halfway through his speech, he realized that it might not be a good idea to pry into other people’s privacy, and he suddenly stopped.

“Why don’t you go home? Why don’t you live in the dormitory? Why do you stay in this weird place? Is that what you want to ask?”

Cliff didn’t mind.

Mu Chen didn’t say anything, but his eyes proved that Cliff was right.

Cliff’s eyes fell on his mechanical legs. “I served in the Army during the first battle.”

“The team we were in was attacked by the Zerg at night. I was asleep at the time, and then the room exploded. Most of the people were blown into pieces of meat. Zerg aliens covered with tentacles crawled out from the bottom of the bed. It is difficult for me to clearly describe their appearance. They may be like cockroaches, but several times larger, larger than an adult man. Those bugs were gnawing on their corpses in front of me. I still remember that the bugs used their sickle-like mouthparts to chop up the dead people’s flesh with bones. They didn’t even let go of the heads. When they sucked and grinded, the brains all splashed on the bed. “Crunch, crunch, crunch”, the sound sounded like a meat grinder. Since then, I can’t sleep in a bed.”

Cliff spoke very quickly and finished the speech in one breath, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

In Mu Chen’s slightly stunned gaze, he raised his eyes to look at the enclosed corner filled with cold machinery.

“This is the only place where I can feel safe.”