The group of us was filled with curiosity as we slowly walked around the small village. Everything around us looked peaceful and peaceful, but in our eyes, there was nothing but incongruity. Everything looked extremely out of place.
This place was located in the Mellowa's capital universe. From the perspective of the Trans-World Empire, this area could be said to be located in the center of prosperity and a political hub. It was only a dozen light years away from the Mellowa's capital planet. For a trans-world civilization, it could be said to be a blink of an eye. It was not a primitive planet. In the Mellowa's coordinate database, this planet was marked as a direct jurisdiction zone, and marked with the existence of a long-term planetary government. All of the above, under normal circumstances, would mean that this planet had highly developed technology, huge advanced cities, private spaceships that raced around the entire planet, and traffic wardens wearing red hoops in space stations that intercepted passing starships to check for drunk drivers...
But before us, there was only a primitive village, simple and crude hand-made tools, and ignorant natives who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. This village was obviously in a state of very low technological level. Most of the houses were large square houses built with crude wooden boards and logs as the framework, with clay bricks fired with indigenous methods. The roofs had sloping grass roofs, and these grass roofs seemed to be made from the hair-like, long, and flexible weeds of the nearby grasslands. The village did not even have real roads. The roads were naturally flat ground between the houses. The surrounding houses also did not show any signs of planning. Large and small square thatched huts were built randomly, and the spacing was uneven. Primitive small cars with fixed wheels and axles could be seen between the houses, as well as strange tools that I could not make out. These things should be the results of the civilization of these natives. I felt as if I had come to a different world that was still in the later stages of the tribal system.
The village was small, but it seemed to be thriving. We saw many villagers passing by along the way. They looked basically the same as the people on Earth, but their skin had a slight grayish-black color. This grayish-black color was different from any other skin color of the people on Earth. This was probably related to the special ecological environment of the local planet. After all, the Protoss's information disturbance to the void could only make intelligent races look very similar to them in appearance. In terms of details, intelligent creatures from different worlds would still have many differences. These local natives wore hand-woven coarse clothes. Their bodies were strong, and their skin was rough from the wind and the sun. Obviously, this was a society where manual labor occupied the main position in production activities. Everyone had such strong and rough physical characteristics because they were engaged in the most basic heavy physical labor. Most of the villagers passing by were in a hurry. It was now time for the locals to finish work and go home. The villagers who passed by us would slow down and glance at us. However, no one stopped. Besides the man at the village entrance, no one came forward to ask us who we were, the outsiders that had suddenly appeared.
Their gazes were not dull, but they lacked curiosity. The locals lacked the necessary enthusiasm to pay attention to unfamiliar things.
Of course, part of the reason was Sandora's mental interference. Our strange clothes (or perhaps in the eyes of the poor locals, we could be considered gorgeous?) In the eyes of the villagers, the outsiders should be people with similar dressing and temperament, and their actions should not be eye-catching. However, Sandora's mental interference did not completely block the curiosity and thinking ability of these people. In their eyes, no matter how normal we were, we were still strangers that they had never met before. In this uninhabited place, a large group of strangers suddenly appeared in such a quiet village, and they did not attract any attention. It was a little strange.
"Work, rest, work, rest …" Sandora kept chanting softly. She released her power to sense the basic emotions and simple thinking of every intelligent individual around her. In the end, that was all she could read. "The thinking process of these villagers is unusually simple. They are moving like a timer. I can't read their thoughts without harming them, but I can basically determine their actions. Uniform … too uniform. Everyone in the village is showing the same thinking tendency at this moment, including the children over there … "
Sandora pointed at the shadow of a big house in front of us. There were five to six children wearing only a piece of sackcloth running by barefoot. I observed them for a while and realized that the children had the same expression as the adults. They looked hurried and focused. According to what Sandora had said, at least at this moment, the children and the adults had the same thinking tendency!
The same thinking tendency did not mean that they thought the same way. Therefore, these villagers should have independent thinking, but the same thinking tendency also meant that they were under some degree of abnormal control. You could imagine a situation like this: everyone in the world, regardless of gender or age, all thought according to the same timetable. At one moment, everyone in the world wanted to eat at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wanted to work at the same time. At another moment, everyone in the world wanted to go to bed at the same time. It was as if seven billion accurate clocks had occupied the human world … How strange was this situation! However, Sandora told us that this was the current situation that she had scanned.
When Sandora spread her mental power to cover one-fifth of the planet, she also scanned the same situation … Mm, there was a slight difference. These clocks would adjust themselves according to the time zone of the planet.
Obviously, this adjustment was not something that could be formed naturally.
We walked in such a strange village, looking at the primitive scenery that was incompatible with interstellar technology. Sandora's brows were furrowed. She was still trying to expand her power, but in the end, she gave up. There was no need to scan the entire planet. Based on the information that she currently had, she could already confirm that the Melovans had artificially interfered with the indigenous civilization here.
I reckoned that Sandora was more aware of the strange situation here than any of us. After all, we could only tell that the atmosphere here was not right from the behavior of the villagers around us, but Sandora had telepathy. Finally, she suddenly turned her gaze in one direction, and her brows relaxed a little. "Look, the only one whose thinking tendency is not in sync seems to be a manager that the Melovans had deliberately left here."
I followed Sandora's gaze and saw that at the end of the 'dirt road', there was a large house that was taller than the surrounding houses. A young man who looked to be less than twenty years old pushed open the door and walked out. He was wearing a brighter brown-green shirt than the average villager, although the texture of the shirt was still very rough. He did not look like he often did heavy labor.
The villagers who passed by bowed to this young man. It was obvious that this person had a high status in this village. I was a little surprised. Logically speaking, in this kind of undeveloped civilization, the people who had a high status were either respectable elders or strong middle-aged leaders. However, this young man in front of me didn't have either of those qualities.
This young man was accompanied by two people who looked like attendants but were basically no different from ordinary villagers. He walked straight towards us and looked at us curiously. He had a curious look on his face.
"Are you travelers passing by?" the young man said briskly. "Oh, I have never seen a traveler suddenly appear here. It is not easy to walk around here. Are you here from the market to do business or are you on a pilgrimage? "
"Take a guess?" Shallow Shallow said casually. The young man nodded. "Oh, I see. We should be entertaining travelers. Travelers are welcomed in this village. Please don't stand on ceremony. The people of God are forever like a family. God loves each and every one of you. I hope that you can bring the blessings that you have accumulated along the way to our village. "
I silently glanced at Sandora. She winked mischievously. "I don't have the time to make up stories. Let him fill in the blanks himself."
"May I ask if you are the village chief of this village?" I looked at the young man in front of me curiously. The man at the village entrance had said that he would tell the village chief about the outsiders. Now it seemed that this young man was the person with the highest position here. I had originally thought that he would be an old man with a beard longer than his face.
"You can call me Anuza, or Nuzha." The young man had a lively expression on his face. He kept smiling happily, which gave me a very strange feeling. It was not that there was anything wrong with his smile, but the person in front of me was clearly different from the ordinary villagers. If the entire village gave us the feeling of a lifeless gray, then this young man who called himself Anuza was like a vat of dye … Hmm, was my analogy a little too strange? "I am the village chief of this village. But in this place, I think the position of a village chief is dispensable … Oh, it is getting late. It is time to enjoy dinner. According to the rules of the village, I should be the one to entertain the travelers. Please follow me."
Sandora's eyes lit up and she smiled satisfactorily. I looked at Sandora's expression and my vision darkened. I was so worried that I was about to cry.
It was obvious that this poor and remote place was lacking in resources. Sandora, a single meal of yours would probably be equivalent to two years of GDP, right? Why don't you go out to the prairie to look for food? Let's not talk about other things, there would be enough weeds …
I silently ridiculed in my heart. Of course, I was still reluctant to let Sandora go out to eat weeds. Under the guidance of the young and energetic 'village chief', we arrived at the tallest house in the village.
This was the largest building in the village, and it was also the most luxurious residence of the leader. But in reality, it was just a slightly larger thatched hut. The frame of the house was made of thick timbers, and between the frames were large blocks of clay, made of greyish black clay mixed with the stems of grass, piled up into a square. The roof of the house was thatched at an angle of thirty degrees, and the structure was the same as that of all the other buildings around it. These simple and unadorned buildings had oval-shaped windows at the height of one meter. However, these aborigines obviously hadn't mastered the art of making glass — — or any similar transparent materials. The windows were covered with a layer of flexible grass weaved into a mesh. The effect of this mesh was pretty good. The outer wall of the Village Chief's house was painted with three different colors: dark green, vermilion, and light blue. This should be the art of the aborigines. At the same time, these patterns made the Village Chief's house the only house in the village that had decorations. Although these decorations looked like they were made by Little Bubble.
Contrary to our expectation, this simple and sealed house wasn't dark at all. After entering the house, we found ourselves in a square hall. An octagonal wooden table was placed in the middle of the hall, and a lampstand was placed on the wall facing the door. The clay lampstand burned with an unusually bright and stable flame. This thing illuminated the room as if it was daytime. I didn't know what kind of fuel was used to make this flame.
"It's a type of polymer chemical fuel." Sandora and I were telepathically connected. When she saw my gaze pausing on the lampstand, she immediately guessed what I was thinking. She frowned and explained, "It's not naturally occurring. It's a substance that can only be synthesized using molecular reconstruction technology … These aborigines can't possibly create such a thing."
"Then it was given to them by the Melovans." I didn't even need to think before I spoke through the mental connection. "And this Anuza mentioned something about the blessings of God … Tsk tsk, if I'm not wrong, those Melovans are having a lot of fun here."
There was a hint of mockery and contempt in Sandora's tone. "God knows how they got so full of themselves. But what exactly did they create such a primitive environment for?"
As we were conversing through the mental connection, Shallow Shallow had already run off to study the lampstand. This girl was curious about everything she had never seen before. I was worried that she might damage the other party's things. However, Anuza didn't seem to mind the guest's carelessness at all. He just smiled casually and said, "Please wait for a moment. Holy Communion is almost ready. I'll call my sister down. It's only proper for a family to receive guests from afar together. Oh, uncles, you should go back as well. You can't miss mealtime. "
The two male attendants who had been following behind Anuza didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. They looked at the two male attendants who were like the background and nodded and silently left the house. It turned out that the attendants of this place had to return home to eat at a fixed time.
Anuza's house looked unusually tall from the outside. It turned out that there were actually two floors inside. The first floor was the rather large hall in front of us. The second floor was the wooden staircase at the corner of the wall. We couldn't see what was going on up there, but we could feel that there was someone up there. Anuza had mentioned that he had an older sister. It was probably her. We sat down at the octagonal wooden table. We looked curiously at the furnishings around us as we muttered through the mental connection. After a while, we heard rhythmic footsteps coming from the wooden staircase on the second floor. I looked towards the direction of the sound and saw a long-haired girl who looked to be less than twenty years old (by Earthling standards) walking down with a heavy looking basin. Anuza happily welcomed her. "Sister, I've brought the guest back."
The girl whom Anuza called sister was petite, so petite that she didn't even look as big as her younger brother. She was very beautiful. Although her skin had the unique grayish-black hue of the natives of this world, this extremely light color did not affect a person's appearance. Instead, it gave the girl an exotic beauty. Perhaps it was because she was a family member of the village chief, Anuza's sister did not have to do any heavy labor. Her skin did not look as rough as the villagers, but her limbs were still strong, giving her a sense of slender strength. The girl was also wearing a dark-colored, hand-woven cloth that looked like a short dress. She was the only woman in the village, or at least the first that I had seen so far.
We subconsciously focused our gazes on the girl because we all felt a sense of dissonance from her. Shadora's power worked again. She was the one who felt it the most directly. "Another one with a different mindset. Just like Anuza, this girl's mindset is different from the others in the village. Although she's trying her best to hide it, perhaps using self-suggestion to focus her attention on the problem that everyone should be paying attention to, she can't hide it from me."
"Looks like this pair of siblings is very valuable?" Miss Lin chimed in.
At that moment, Anuza helped his sister carry the heavy bowl to the table and took out the food inside. "This is our village's unique flatbread. You can't get it anywhere else. There used to be merchants who spent an entire day and night rushing here from the market just to buy our flatbread."
Anuza took out white flatbread from the bowl and placed it in front of us. His sister ran to the second floor and came back with a big bowl of soup. Shallow Shallow was a warm-hearted person and immediately went to help. Sandora curiously picked up the flatbread in front of her and sniffed it. She took a big bite and said with her mouth full, "Hmm, the taste is unexpected. Not bad."
I was speechless. Actually, I didn't believe it at all.
Ever since Sandora took a bite out of the television at home and commented that it tasted good, we no longer believed her evaluation of things. The Queen's sense of taste was on a completely different level from the earthlings'!
"Come on, Blockhead, you should try it too." Miss Lin also picked up the food in front of her and took a bite. After chewing, she said to me seriously. She actually dared to eat something of unknown origin. After all, we weren't afraid of being poisoned to death. Apart from our normal sense of taste, our current digestive system was actually quite strange in the eyes of the earthlings. "Although it doesn't provide any nutrients, it doesn't taste that bad."
She said the latter half of her sentence through the mental connection because it wasn't polite to say such things in front of the host.
I took a bite of the flatbread and came to a conclusion. I'd be an idiot if I fell for Miss Lin's trick again … This thing tastes the same as mud!
"Of course, the most important thing is the soup used for the Holy Communion. Without it, people will get sick. You travelers will definitely need this more." Anuza didn't notice the weird expressions on our faces as we ate. He started to serve us soup. It was the big bowl of brown soup that his sister had brought down from the second floor. It smelled much more normal. At least, it didn't smell like dirt. Shadora picked up a bowl and finished it in one gulp. Then, she commented in the mental connection, "That's right, Anuza's soup.
"Mind invasion dependent poison. Slow acting and strong effects. By the way, it tastes like cocoa."
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