Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
Borg Fes's spiritual power was completely destroyed by Scott and leaving him to live the rest of his life as an ordinary person.
Regarding this, Wu Zimo only had one thing to say: "People reap what they sow. It’s not that retribution doesn’t come, but that the time hasn’t arrived yet."
At the moment, he was more focused on his wedding with Scott.
Fortunately, no more troublesome individuals appeared to cause disruptions.
The guests attending the wedding were all seasoned individuals who had seen their fair share of major events.
Even if they were suddenly attacked by enemies during the ceremony, they showed no signs of discomfort afterward.
They were all able to engage in cheerful conversations with the Old Marshal and his wife, as well as Scott and Wu Zimo.
After the wedding, the four of them personally saw off all the guests.
Among those boarding the distant spaceships were some significant figures, with the most prominent being President Xuanyuan Chengtian.
Wu Zimo glanced in their direction, while wondering what the president, Scott, Rocard, and Bokal were discussing in private.
"Xiao Mo, I don’t know when we’ll meet again."
Lyle’s slightly dejected tone pulled Wu Zimo’s attention back from Scott.
Turning his head, he saw his friend pouting unhappily, which made Wu Zimo smile.
"Goodbye is just another way of saying 'see you again.' Even if we’re parting for now, it doesn’t mean our friendship will change. Or are you not considering me a friend anymore?"
"Of course not! You’ll always be my most important friend," Lyle immediately grabbed Wu Zimo’s hand and exclaimed in a low voice.
"Then that’s settled," Wu Zimo patted Lyle’s shoulder. "You’re in your third year now and with one more academic year to go. Work hard and after you graduate, come to Heaven Wrath Corps and be my errand boy."
As Wu Zimo spoke to Lyle, his eyes flicked toward Salah, who had been standing not far from Lyle the entire time.
Salah’s anxious demeanor made Wu Zimo both amused and exasperated.
However, his encouragement to Lyle wasn’t misplaced.
Salah Mahos, a young man that had already caught Scott’s attention.
As long as he graduated from the First Military Academy without issues, he would undoubtedly join the Heaven Wrath Corps.
The Heaven Wrath Corps was the ultimate dream for all military academy students.
Wu Zimo was confident that Salah wouldn’t refuse the opportunity. But given Salah’s attachment to Lyle, he certainly wouldn’t want to be separated from him.
Choosing between one’s future, dreams, and the person they love—such a cruel dilemma.
As a mutual friend of both Salah and Lyle, Wu Zimo didn’t want to see Salah forced to give up either.
Lyle seemed to blush as he thought of something, and his eyes drifted toward Salah as he protested to Wu Zimo, "Xiao Mo, you think I’m like you? My abilities in the logistics department are just average."
Compared to Lyle’s self-deprecation, Wu Zimo was more interested in his current demeanor, especially the subtle glances he kept throwing Salah’s way.
Wu Zimo chuckled inwardly—it seemed something was brewing between the two.
However, no matter what wild thoughts or scenarios were running through Wu Zimo’s mind, he maintained a serious exterior. "Lyle, you need to have more confidence in yourself. Even if you really can’t make it, don’t worry—I’ll pull some strings for you." At the end, Wu Zimo couldn’t help but laugh.
Hearing Wu Zimo openly talk about pulling strings, Lyle rolled his eyes.
Just as he was about to lecture Wu Zimo on why he shouldn’t do such things, a towering figure approached that cause Lyle to swallow his words and respectfully greet, "Marshal Alman."
Scott’s steady voice sounded in Wu Zimo’s ear as he was pulled into a familiar, solid embrace by a strong arm.
"What are you talking about?"
After concluding his discussion with Xuanyuan Chengtian, Scott had approached and heard his little guide’s cheerful laughter and coupled with that mischievous expression on his face, it softened Scott’s usually cold, unapproachable demeanor.
He wrapped his arm around the waist of the young man who hadn’t noticed his approach and leaned down to whisper hot breath into his ear.
Wu Zimo was rendered speechless by Scott’s seemingly innocent yet flirtatious question.
His ear twitched instinctively from the warmth, and he looked up to glare at Scott before repeating what he had just said in front of the Heaven Wrath Corps’ Supreme Commander.
Wu Zimo’s casualness left Lyle, who was watching, even more speechless.
Who would openly talk about pulling strings so brazenly, especially in front of Marshal Alman, who was known for his strict sense of justice?
While Lyle rolled his eyes at his friend’s behavior, he felt more relief than anything else.
Lyle understood Marshal Alman’s personality better than Wu Zimo did.
What Wu Zimo had just said was essentially challenging Scott Alman’s principles.
But Lyle could see that the Marshal holding Wu Zimo showed no change in expression or demeanor in response to Wu Zimo’s words.
His aura remained gentle.
Lyle had always worried that Wu Zimo’s lively personality might clash with Marshal Alman’s stern nature.
But now it seemed his friend had truly found someone who would unconditionally indulge him.
Especially when, after listening to Wu Zimo’s words, the Marshal’s silver eyes swept over Lyle before he surprisingly nodded.
"Alright."
"…"
'Marshal, where’s your integrity? You can’t just abandon your long-held principles because of a pretty face!'
As a fan of the Marshal, Lyle felt he needed a moment to process this.
Wu Zimo watched as Lyle, looking like a deeply shaken ghost, drifted over to Salah for comfort.
Unable to hold back, he burst into laughter and bury his face in Scott’s chest.
The young man laughed so hard in his arms that Scott tightened his grip around Wu Zimo’s waist to steady him, while his other hand gently patted Wu Zimo’s back to prevent him from choking.
Once Wu Zimo finally calmed down, he looked up into those silver eyes that had been focused solely on him, their reflection filled with nothing but him.
"Marshal, you have the makings of a tyrant, don’t you?"
"Lyle Li’s abilities are not weak." Scott said calmly while his fingers gently knead Wu Zimo’s waist.
Wu Zimo grabbed the hand that was wandering over his waist and said, "Alright, my dear, you’re not a tyrant but a discerning judge of talent."
Lyle’s abilities were indeed not weak, but perhaps due to his upbringing, coming from a small town and then entering the capital planet, he felt like a country bumpkin in the city and began to doubt himself.
As Lyle’s friend, Wu Zimo found this quite frustrating.
"Scott, do you have any ideas on how to make Lyle more confident?" Wu Zimo was also quite anxious about this.
"No need."
If it weren’t for the fact that Lyle had always unconditionally protected Wu Zimo, Scott wouldn’t have allowed Wu Zimo to spend so much energy on him.
Wu Zimo’s claim that Scott was a jealous man was absolutely correct.
Scott wanted Wu Zimo’s undivided attention, especially after they had fully bonded.
Fortunately, Scott’s strong willpower kept his possessive tendencies in check; otherwise, even someone as fond of Scott as Wu Zimo would have been driven mad.
"Oh?"
Wu Zimo didn’t understand why Scott said this, but when he followed Scott’s gaze, he realized that someone else would help correct Lyle’s lack of confidence.
"Spring has arrived, and everywhere is filled with pink bubbles."
Amid Wu Zimo’s musings, he sent off Lyle and the others.
Most of the other guests had also left, including the Alman family members. Even Caroline didn’t stay behind.
Although she left with tears in her eyes and even wanted to have an emotional farewell with Wu Zimo, she was sternly refused by the Marshal.
While Wu Zimo and Scott’s wedding had ended, its impact was just beginning.
Especially the fact that during their wedding that enemies from the Mola Empire had infiltrated and even attempted to abduct Wu Zimo, the new marshal’s wife.
This news enraged the citizens of the Federation.
Who Wu Zimo was, the Federation citizens didn’t need to know or care about.
What they cared about was that this guide was 100% spiritually compatible with their idol, Scott Alman.
With him, Marshal Alman no longer had to worry about the dangers of spiritual chaos.
Scott Alman was the Federation’s guardian deity and their pillar of strength. As long as he was alive, the Federation would remain stable and harmonious.
The Mola Empire dared to harm their idol and his guide? They were provoking the billions of fans of the Marshal!
Citizens spontaneously organized protests, with the more radical fans even petitioning the Federation government to launch an attack on the Mola Empire and to show them that the Federation was not to be trifled with.
The government couldn’t control the citizens’ actions, and they also issued a stern protest to the Mola Empire.
After all, there was no denying that the young guide was a mid-tier noble from the Mola Empire.
After investigations by Xuanyuan Chengtian and others, it was discovered that this guide, named David Parse, was somewhat notorious in the Mola Empire for his quantum beast’s assassination capabilities.
The entire Federation was in an uproar over the events that had occurred during Scott and Wu Zimo’s wedding, but Wu Zimo remained unaware and indifferent.
As he often said, "Leave professional matters to the professionals. If the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up."
Right now, he had more important matters to attend to—going on his honeymoon with his Marshal!
In the interstellar era, honeymoons weren’t particularly popular.
Wu Zimo guessed it was because people were too busy to take such trips. Even weddings were only held by certain prestigious families.
Most couples, whether male-male, male-female, or female-female, simply registered their marriage at the Federation Civil Affairs Bureau.
Hosting a banquet to celebrate with relatives and friends wasn’t always a given.
After reading about this online, Wu Zimo could only shrug in resignation—interstellar people were truly minimalist.
The idea of a honeymoon trip had been suggested by Madam Arman.
Otherwise, given the Marshal’s personality, he would have immediately taken Wu Zimo back to the Heaven Wrath Corps headquarters after the wedding.
However, even so, the Marshal’s honeymoon plans were very much in line with his character.
"Huh? Isn’t this planet located in Mola Empire territory? Can we, as Federation citizens, go there?"