Hao Ren thought about the whole process. Although he felt that there was nothing wrong with the logic, he still felt a little guilty. "Will this... really work?"
"Why not?" The MDT buzzed in Hao Ren's ear. "Everything is within the regulations. And to be honest, the current state of the Aerymian elves is almost up to the standard of 'civilizational preservation'. You are the inspector in charge of this matter, so you have some authority to determine the nature of this matter. Remember, although the Empire's laws are strict, we are not machines. We are better at finding the core of a matter than sticking to the rules. The core of all the regulations on civilizational preservation are nothing more than three: first, to ensure the diversity of civilisations, so as to ensure the orderly development of the Order as a whole; second, to protect as much as possible the civilizations with potential, so as to ensure that there is always fresh blood and backup forces in the Empire's territory; third, to prevent meaningless losses between civilizations. The last one needs to be explained. The Empire does not intervene in conventional wars between mortal civilizations, but to ensure the first two, we will intervene in wars of extinction and meaningless blind wars. These are the core requirements of 80% of the work of the Space Administration. All other regulations are made under the premise of these three core requirements. In the actual process of operation, if there is a conflict between some of the regulations and the three core requirements, the three core requirements will be the yardstick. Of course, if possible, the smartest thing to do is to use the existing regulations to avoid conflict. This will greatly improve your evaluation as an inspector, and Madam Raven will also look at you in a different light. "
Hao Ren thought for a moment. "... I suddenly feel that there is nothing to be happy about even if Raven 12345 thinks highly of me..."
The MDT shamelessly agreed. "Oh, that's true."
Hao Ren said, "... Ahem, let's get down to business. That is to say, we can let the Aerymian elves go to my universe? "
"Well," the MDT slowly landed back on the table. "Actually, we can also give them a home in this universe, which is closer to them. But for now, we're just saving ourselves the trouble. Anyway, we have a ready-made planet in hand, so it's a waste not to make use of it. For the Empire, there's no difference between placing them 80 million light years away and placing them in another universe. We've long lost the concept of 'distance'. There is also an advantage to placing them with us. These Aerymian elves seem to have a lot of potential, and the Empire likes young races like them. It would be a waste to leave them in this wild universe. It would be better to place them closer to the prosperous areas, so that they can come into contact with other races earlier, and not waste their drive and intelligence. "
Hao Ren nodded thoughtfully, and then thought about a more critical question: Moving was a must, but who would help them move?
He only had one bastard... the Petrachelys. That thing had an expanded cargo hold, but no matter how expanded it was, it would not be able to hold one billion elves and their luggage. If he were to drive the spaceship by himself, it would probably take him until the men's football team won the World Cup. And with his current authority, he could not apply for the Empire's official colonial fleet. He could report the whole thing to his superiors, but he did not want to do that.
So from the beginning, he had been thinking about where to find some civilian helpers. After thinking for a long time, he did not seem to know many in the macro world. But finally, he had an idea. "MDT, do you remember the captain of the transport ship we met on our first trip to the outer space? Do you have his contact number? "
"You mean the 883 ship?" The MDT suddenly remembered. "Of course I do. When we boarded the ship, he gave me a lot of advertising materials. These long-distance runners are ruthless."
Hao Ren quickly let the MDT try to contact him, and it turned out that he was really online. A rough and powerful baritone voice rang out. "It's the inspector from last time?! What's the matter? National mission? "
Hao Ren had not seen the captain since they parted ways. He was a little embarrassed to ask for help. "Err... Aha, it's not really a national mission. I'm looking for you for something. Is your ship free now?"
"It's running on the route now." The captain of the 883 ship was currently on his spaceship. He listened to the commotion and was still commanding the scene. "Hey, Enzo, go to the cargo hold and see if it's done dismantling. We still have two hours to go before docking... Oh, inspector, I'm talking to my men. I have work on right now, but it'll be done tomorrow. I'll be free for a while after that. What do you need help with? Delivery? "
"Just call me by my name. Inspector sounds weird." Hao Ren was relieved when he heard that the schedule was just right. "It's like this. I'm on a business trip in another universe. I've encountered some refugees here and need to be transported back... Doesn't your ship have a passenger license? I want to ask you a favor. The refugees can use their remaining assets to pay for the transportation fees. I'll help you apply for a cross-border route. "
The captain of the 883 ship laughed heartily without hesitation. "Ha, don't worry about it. We can negotiate the transportation fees. How many people do you plan to transport?"
"One billion people. There's also a lot of luggage, research materials, equipment, and so on..."
The communication channel went silent. Hao Ren waited for a long time before he heard an unfamiliar male voice. "Our captain just fainted. You..."
The voice of the 883 ship trembled. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I just lost my balance. How many people did you say?"
Hao Ren laughed dryly. "One billion..."
The other side was silent for a while. "What do we have against each other..."
"Don't be like that. I'm serious."
"Alright. Don't tell me you're planning to transport the entire civilization?"
"That's what it is: moving an entire race." Hao Ren nodded. "I know there's a moving company in the Macro World called MRT or something that specializes in moving an entire race. But I've never been in contact with it and I don't know if it's reliable. I'll ask someone I know first. And I remember you guys are in charge of moving as well..."
"First, tell me what's going on with the refugees." The 883 ship cut him off. "How did they end up like this?"
Hao Ren immediately explained the situation of the Aerymian elves and why he needed help from a civilian company. As for the second point, the 883 ship captain was not surprised. Inspectors were the "intermediary" between the Empire and the mortal civilisations. It was normal for them to seek help from a civilian company. Only a greenhorn like Hao Ren did not know what to do. The 883 ship captain sighed. "Being born in a wandering galaxy, it's really tragic... What do you think they're going to use to pay for the transportation fees?"
"Anything." Hao Ren had confirmed this with Hilda before. "They have nothing they can't let go of."
"Do you still want their floating islands and the parts of the eco-dome?"
Hao Ren was a little stunned. "... I don't think so. Do you want them?"
"Okay, we'll pay with those things," the 883 captain sounded quite happy. "Dismantle the things that you can't take with you at home and convert them into travel expenses. Go to your beautiful home with a light pack. I'm so happy for them."
"Wait a minute, those things are enough?" Hao Ren felt that this development was a little out of his expectations. "Those things are basically scrap metal. I'm not going to lie to you. The propellers of these floating islands are faulty and could explode at any time. Why are you dragging them back?"
"Sigh, then I'll replace the propellers and rebuild the space city. It's something. According to what you said, the floating islands and equipment they're going to scrap this time is astronomical. Even if it's worthless junk, I can't even take a few dollars out of it. How expensive do you think the transportation fees are... "
Hao Ren was overjoyed. He was originally worried about how the poor elves were going to pay. Now, he heard that their junk could be exchanged for money in the Macro World. At the same time, he was a little puzzled as he discussed with the person beside him. "Why do I feel that the cost is a little different from what I expected... I thought it would be an astronomical figure for these elves to move, and they could even pay for it for a thousand years..."
Vivian listened to the entire conversation and had the same doubts as Hao Ren. She did not know how the cost of the moving could be solved so easily. After thinking for a while, she suddenly came to a realization. "Mr. Landlord, you're just calculating the transportation fees! You haven't even collected the rent from them! "
Hao Ren immediately understood.
"Then it's settled. Let's discuss a date to meet up, and tell me your coordinates." The captain of the 883 spaceship sounded very happy. To him, this seemed to be a very profitable business. Hao Ren did not know what the economic situation in the Macro World was like, but he was sure that this long-distance traveler would not let him suffer any losses. The elves, on the other hand, would not care about being cheated by the profiteers. So, he did not worry about it. However, he still had to remind the captain, "You're not planning to sail the ship all by yourself, are you?"
"Of course not. I'll find a few people I know. They're professionals in sailing big ships," the 883 captain said happily. "You don't have to worry about the transportation fees. I'll discuss it with them. By the way, ask those elves to mark the floating islands and equipment that they want to preserve. They should need something to remember when they move to a new home. I'll find a force field barge and help them transport two or three islands. It'll be a gift. "
"I'll leave it to you. But don't rush to arrange it yet. I still need to discuss it with the elves. I'll send you a message when they agree. "
"Okay!"
And so, the most important "Great Migration" in the history of Aerymian elves was settled in a pleasant discussion between a rookie inspector and a long-distance traveler.
(Damn it, I misread my watch... I thought it was ten past twelve.)
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