Laziness was easy to come by, but it was hard to get rid of. I felt like I was about to rust after staying at home for only a few days. Of course, there was still a lot of work to do every day, but you have to understand that reading reports and reading documents at home and saving the world were two completely different levels of work pressure. When you were reading reports, you could have a cup of hot tea in your hand and a daughter on your back, but when you were fighting with your life on the line, you wouldn't have that much free time. Of course, if Little Bubble was by my side, even if I was fighting with my life on the line, she would still be on my back. This was not up for discussion.
The Starbeck race that I met two days ago was still in the City of Shadows. Their merchant ship, Grass Ark, was lying in a civilian spaceport for maintenance. The report that I had in my hand was related to this race. Normally, a merchant ship from the macro world wouldn't be sent to the Chancellor. There were many races in the macro world, and Sandora and I would be too busy just counting their names. But because we had recently raised the priority of information related to the Specter Ship, this was the only perennial herbaceous merchant ship that had a direct collision with the Specter Ship.
Speaking of which, there should be no problem with the name "perennial herbaceous merchant ship" …
The analysis report showed the surveillance footage extracted from the mainframe of the "Vegetation Ark." According to the surveillance footage, the merchant ship had narrowly brushed past a tower-shaped structure in the middle of the Specter Ship. This collision had destroyed one-third of the merchant ship's hull. Those careless and undisciplined forest elves were really lucky. Not only did they not crash directly into the Specter Ship, but the fact that the Specter Ship didn't have a shield.
Yes, when the "Vegetation Ark" collided with the Specter Ship, it wasn't stopped by the latter's shield. The surveillance footage showed that it was a direct collision. When the external camera of the merchant ship swept over the hull of the Specter Ship, it happened to capture a shield generator. It was dim and seemed to be completely damaged.
That was why I said that those forest elves were really lucky. If the Specter Ship's shield was still there, their merchant ship wouldn't have just been damaged. The surging energy of the mothership-class psionic shield would have instantly detonated the merchant ship's reactor. Even if this disaster didn't occur, their ship would have been burned into a pile of mosaics floating in space. This was the result of a collision with an Imperial Army ship. Compared to the sturdy armor, the psionic shield that was far more powerful than the corona was the scariest thing.
Hopefully, the forest goblins would learn to improve their organizational discipline after they survived this ordeal …
I put the report down for the time being. Then, I took Bubble off my body for the third time and placed her on the chair next to me. The little girl stayed quiet for about thirty seconds. Then, she crawled toward me while muttering her own language. I couldn't stand it anymore. I looked up at the little loli who was fiddling with the MDT in the corner of the room. "I say, it's not easy for you to come out from your room. Can't you control your daughter?"
Bubble didn't even look up. She inserted her finger into the MDT like a needle to control it. Her attention was completely focused on the holographic projection in front of her. Even her words were a mess. "Farming materials … That's your daughter. You taught her eighty to ninety percent of her habits … The drop rate of this thing is too low … I know you spoil our daughter too much."
"You're having fun playing with the primitive entertainment invented by humans," I couldn't help but ridicule her. "You even installed a universal cracked version of the MDT … Speaking of which, you're a Schilling CPU. Can't you just modify the data?"
Bubble raised her head and stared at me with an unusually serious expression. She looked like she was about to participate in an election in the US. "You're questioning the faith of a non-currency warrior! Is it still risky to change the data? "
I stared blankly at this otaku who could link her faith to the game. I had observed the game screen in her hands earlier. It didn't seem to have changed at all during the one and a half hour that I was reading the report. It really made me curious. "What are you farming? Why are you still stuck at that level after more than an hour? "At the same time, I took Little Bubble off me for the fourth time.
"Hard Crow Feather," Bubble replied in a muffled voice. "The drop rate is three out of ten thousand. However, I slept too late last night and was nagged by my sister. So, I might be unlucky today. Almost all the crows in this world have been killed by me, but it still hasn't dropped …"
I was speechless. So, this little girl was playing the game to increase her luck!
At this moment, Little Crow pushed the door open and walked in with a plate of cake in his hand. "Caw, Master! Mama baked a cake! I'll give it to you! "
Bubble's eyes lit up the moment she saw Little Crow. The mother of the child who was too obsessed with farming materials immediately jumped over and grabbed Little Crow's arm. "Little Bird, make your wings come out! Just make your wings come out! "
The obedient Little Crow spread her wings on the spot. After a period of training, she was now able to freely control her power and carry out this kind of partial transformation. Speaking of which, when she spread her wings, this silly bird looked a bit similar to the Dark Protoss.
Bubble stretched out her hand to pluck the feathers from Little Crow's wings. Before I could stop her, she had already pulled out a few feathers. Then, she gestured at the black feather in her hand. "Well, the materials have already been farmed. Changing the data now shouldn't be considered cheating. Speaking of which, the barrier between 3D and 2D is really something that needs to be converted … "
How can you convert it like that? Aren't you just lying to yourself?!
Little Crow reacted for a few seconds. In the end, she opened her mouth and started to cry. She steadily placed the plate of cake on the table while crying. Even in this kind of situation, she didn't forget what she came here for. Watching from the side, I felt sad and happy. In the end, I grabbed Bubble and knocked her head twice.
Bubble covered her head and muttered, "Ah, the guide said that after completing this quest, you will lose a little health. Looks like it's true."
I was speechless. I guessed that this girl would be crippled in a short period of time.
The documents on hand were almost done. I decided to leave the rest of the work for the afternoon. First, I went downstairs to see if those naughty kids had started to demolish the house again. I held the cake in my mouth and hung Little Bubble around my neck. Behind me was a silly bird that was baring its teeth. As soon as I went downstairs, I met Anveena who was about to float upstairs. The ghost maid first floated over and patted Little Crow's head. Then, she asked curiously, "Master, I heard Medivh crying just now. What happened?"
"Bubble is playing games again." I curled my lips. "But I already knocked on her head."
Anveena, "?"
At this time, Sandora suddenly rushed out of her room. She looked very anxious. She grabbed my arm and said in a hurry, "Ah Jun, come with me to Shadow City."
I quickly put Little Bubble on the ground and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"I found a clue about the ghost ship," Sandora said quickly as she opened the teleportation door to Shadow City. She then explained the general situation to me. "The civil spaceport's maintenance system just sent a report. They said that they found an unknown component in the warehouse of the 'Vegetation Ark'. It's highly likely that it fell from the ghost ship."
I instantly became excited after hearing that. I took Little Bubble off my body for the fifth time and pressed her on the ground. Then, I asked Anveena to look after her as I walked towards the teleportation door. "Hurry up, hurry up. Hurry up and retrieve the ship before it crashes into other people."
Sandora suddenly thought of something and called out to the living room, "Xiaoxue! Xiaoxue, come here for a moment! "
The mischievous brat king ran to the staircase and lifted his head to look at Sandora. "Second Mother, are you calling for me?"
Xiaoxue had inherited her mother's talent in language as usual. Whenever she opened her mouth, there was a certain chance that she would instantly sink the listener. In any case, Sandora's expression almost collapsed on the spot. "This form of address … Alright, just follow me. I might need to use your superpower."
It was obvious that Sandora had spent too much time with us. She had already developed antibodies against us.
The three of us rushed to Shadow City. Then, we boarded a shuttle and headed to a civil spaceport about twenty astronomical units away. The forest spirits' merchant ship was lying in this spaceport. On the way there, I was still in disbelief. "Anyway, the Specter Ship is an Imperial Army ship. How could its parts fall off after just one collision?"
The Shiring Apostles had always been known for their excellent quality. The space fortresses they built could still function well after tens of thousands of years. Even after being abandoned for hundreds of thousands of years, the aboriginal civilizations still couldn't pry a single piece of armor off. But now, a civilian merchant ship that had been modified from a retired spaceship had actually knocked off parts of the Specter Ship. It was really unbelievable.
"I can only say that the Specter Ship's situation is probably worse than we thought." Sandora frowned. "I've read the previous report. The Specter Ship's shield seems to have completely shut down. Now, its parts are easily scattered … Maybe the ship is on the verge of disintegration. We have to find it as soon as possible. That ship has lasted for tens of thousands of years. We can't let it disintegrate inexplicably at the last moment. Xiaoxue also made a prophecy before. That ship is related to me. It should be special. Am I right, Xiaoxue? "
Xiaoxue was staring blankly at the porthole. She was stunned for a moment when she heard what I said. Then, she looked at Sandora with a silly smile and rubbed her hands. "Hey, Second Mama, if I tell you that I was lying that day just to get some pocket money, will you throw me out on the spot …"
Shadora and I gaped at the same time. "..."
"I'm just kidding." When the naughty child saw that we might really throw her out on the spot, she quickly waved her hand. "How should I say about that ship … Maybe my prophecy is not as good as my mother's. I can only sense that the Specter Ship is different from the other relics of the Empire that I have encountered in the past. It's relationship with Second Mama … Sandora's mother is not simple, but I can't explain it clearly. The world in my mother's and my eyes is not the same as the world in other people's eyes. Dad, you should know this very well."
I remembered that Lin Xue had spent a lot of effort to explain to us how she saw the world. In the end, I could only understand less than one-third of it, and I couldn't empathize with her at all. So, I didn't dwell on this issue. Anyway, I just needed to know the result of the prophecy. As for the process, I would let Lin Xue and her mother torment themselves.
The shuttle arrived at the civilian spaceport very quickly. This spaceport was one of the facilities of the Space Administration, and at the same time, it was one of the supporting buildings of the Macro World. As the Macro World Network grew, more and more potential races were discovered or recommended by the inspectors. These races or civilizations established official exchanges with the Empire, and the Macro World Network was gradually no longer limited to the flow of people. The reason for this was simple: the races that officially came into contact with the Empire and knew about the World Gate would not be satisfied with just sending one or two people to other worlds for sightseeing. So, more and more spaceships and official fleets appeared in the Macro World Network. These fleets came from various races and civilizations. Some of these fleets were merchants, some were ambassadors, and some were purely large tourist groups. The capacity of the Dimensional Hub in the Shadow City was limited. So, we built large World Gates and supporting civilian spaceports around the Dimensional Hub nodes (within half a light year), which were the spaceports where the elves docked.
Such civilian spaceports and the World Gates nearby for large spaceships were open to the public for free. For the Empire, which had unlimited resources and all the Stargate facilities could operate automatically, there was no need to collect anything from the ordinary races. Every race that officially came into contact with the Empire could apply for a pass that met their needs, and the captains would rely on the pass codes that were assigned to them to conduct 'self-guided tours' between the spaceports in various worlds. But just because the Empire did not collect money did not mean that there were no places to spend money on the spaceports. Some of the smarter races had long since applied for service windows in the spaceports, opening shops in the vast and plentiful Empire facilities. These shops would provide free services to the otherworld fleets that docked at the spaceports, such as local delicacies and entertainment. The spaceports of the capitals of the Empire would also have stalls selling various souvenirs from the City of Shadows (after all, not every ship could apply for a pass code to the Shadow City, which was why the interstellar sailors who were lucky enough to visit the heart of the Empire liked to buy some souvenirs from the spaceports near the capitals of the Empire to show off to others that they had seen the world). Of course, the stingier captains could complete the Macro World Voyage without spending a single cent, and the services provided by the Void merchants (which had become a large and formalized group by the day) merely made their voyage a little more comfortable. Thus, the never-ending flow of otherworld fleets, the Empire spaceports that no one understood but seemed to operate steadily forever, and the Void merchants peddling all sorts of things on the streets and alleys of the spaceports actually formed a new subculture circle.
The starship sailors who often sailed across worlds called it the 'Void Voyage Era'. They spoke of it with pride, as if they were the ones who had created a new era.
Both Shadora and I were aware of this situation. Also, everything in this subculture circle, including the unscrupulous void peddlers, had actually only started operating after the empire had registered them. The leaders of the empire had tacitly agreed to all of this. Shadora had done so because she didn't think that this was anything to be concerned about, while my starting point was that ever since all the crafty peddlers in the Void had become active, it had become increasingly difficult to do business in Sicarro … This made me feel especially gratified.
The spaceport was located above a dark-red artificial planet, which was one of the earliest planetary warships the Empire had created. It had been severely damaged in a previous battle, its power reactor and weapon systems scrapped, which was why it had been decommissioned prematurely. Most of its weapons had been removed and replaced with a lower power core, turning it into a degraded paramilitary fortress that was permanently parked in the Shadow Realm. There were many similar degraded planets in the Shadow Realm, and they were basically used as anchors for various civilian facilities, and the one before me was an example.
The environment on the surface of the dark-red artificial planet was not good. The damage caused by the war had left the planet's crust in an unstable state, which was why in this miniature solar system (there was an artificial sun here), almost all the population was concentrated in the orbital spaceport and nearby space castles. There were only a few scattered ecological zones on the artificial planet: some goblins who loved money more than their lives had applied for surface mining rights on the degraded planet, and those crazy green-skinned dwarves worked day and night on the decommissioned planet's warships to extract metal-rich ore veins and super-alloy slag left from the war. These things were trash to the Imperial Army, but were highly sought after treasures in many places in the Macro World. They could be melted down and used to build new starships, and they were superior to any natural substance you could find in the ordinary universe.
This should also be counted as a 'special local culture' in the Macro World.
The civilian spaceport was a huge irregular frame. Because it was a civilian facility, the building principle of this spaceport was' as long as it was big enough ', so it did not look very beautiful. On both sides of the alloy frame that extended out of the spaceport, there were many strange spaceships, all visitors from another world. Under Sandora's guidance, I soon saw the unlucky merchant ship 'Vegetation Ark'.
It was parked in the maintenance bay on the side of the spaceport facing the planet. It was a cargo spaceship that was degraded from a large aircraft carrier. The front half of the spaceship was in good condition, but the back half was obviously missing a lot of things. Around the huge stubble were twisted metal beams and broken armor, which made it look like a rotten stick whose back half had been sawed off by a shoddy saw. That collision was really fatal.
Most of the crew of this spaceship were temporarily staying in the spaceport. Only some of the injured and the 'people' who went to negotiate with the 'Pan-World Insurance Company' were not here. They had all gone to the Shadow City, and the talkative Starbeck we met two days ago was one of the gnomes who had left.
In the temporary customs office that 'Vegetation Ark' had applied for, we met the 'boss' of this gnome caravan, the person in charge of the spaceport, and of course, the part from the Ghost Ship that we accidentally found.
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