After four months, the Marshal greeted his new 'son' in person. He'd been given constant updates from the butler through various cameras installed within the bodies of the robots, the walls, the general equipment, etc. He'd been off attending to the muesum for these two months. It seemed many of the frozen bodies had broken the ice of their cryogenic freeze and had run rampant through the locked meusum during the power outage.
Giant mammals from different planets and unknown creatures from deep space were stored within those vaults. It was a hassle, but the curator didn't want a single one killed. Since he'd been nearby, he'd been called on as the highest attending force.
He'd intended to stay out longer from the house to truly test the patience of his son but had found himself in a trouble sway of emotions. Watching through that camera, he'd found this son of his to be quite adorable. As an experimental human, he could no longer produce. He'd given up hopes of having a son of his son for many decades. So the adoption tugged a little bit on his heartstrings, even if he didn't know it himself.
He'd adopted the youth for a chance at retirement. For many, many years he'd held the title of Grand Marshal, Defender of Central. For those many, many years he had been pushed in an endless battle - so much so that he had long lost his own name. A chance of escape was his only hope.
Still, he couldn't stop the warmth of family.
Watching through those monitors, he felt as if he had a home to protect. That driving force collected in the center of his heart and eventually willed him home.
Of course, the Marshal wasn't stupid. He knew that this child who appeared out of no where, having no identification, and having an odd physque had mostly likely come from the broken ice. Yet he just couldn't give up this small child. In those two months working, he searched each exhibit for the vaguely human ones or the shapeshifters to see if he had any relation. It took a bit to find the broken down exhibit that looked like it hadn't had a living visitor in years.
What once stood there was the figurative birth place of Central- the thing that chased his ancestors to the stars. Upon discovering the fact, he had no panic. Even the lowest grade physique could withstand a small disease. He went back home without a heavy heart. Anyways, it was not as if Central really needed to be protected. It was all a bunch of filth.
When he arrived, Li was out on the back porch, his knees pulled to his chest, and a long vine held within his fingers. In the time he'd spent here, he'd taken up the gardening.
Plants were not an rare thing in this lifetime, but most were severely experimented on and tamed down by the government. Most common citizens could not handle the fierce traits of other planets. Ornamental planets were even more a rarity, having only been developed for the rich. Despite the billions of species out there, it was not a well loved hobby, for both the expense and the many possible dangers.
To see a blooming garden with splashes of unique colors and planets was alredy surprising enough. If you added on the fact that Li could have not possible bought them and shipped there here was even more surprising.
The vine in his hand shook subtley, curling around his thumb as the presence of the Marshal, seeking protection from it's nurturer. Li did not turn back to greet him.
I think that's wonderful 😆@TrulyUnderstandablyConfused I don't know if you translated that novel or not but can you tell me the name please this novel sound interesting and fun☺ and one question the ml is the adopted dad or some else???
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