The two people who walked over from the other side of the landing platform were the young soldier and his partner, who had interacted with us for a short period of time.
The two of them were here to bid farewell to us. Even though there might be orders from the higher-ups, it was still a little surprising. I didn't expect Kim's ability to accept things so well, and I didn't expect Torulu to be such a shy fellow. He wanted to apologize to Miss Lin for indiscriminately slashing people with his lightsaber, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Kim had to help him say it out loud.
I even had to comfort him and put him at ease. After all, even though Torulu was the one who initiated the attack, it was Miss Lin who slapped him in the face with a frying pan without saying a word …
"The Toberu race is a race with great potential."
Looking at the psionic saber on Torulu's forelimb, Sandora suddenly said to him seriously, "Even though it might be hard for you to accept it now, I personally look forward to the day when the Toberu race can appear in the Empire's laboratory. Other than the Shiring Apostles, you are the first life form that can rely on individual strength to directly utilize psionic energy. I hope that in the future, both races can put aside their past animosity."
Oh right, I didn't think about it before, but now that I thought about it, this insect-alien seemed to be from the Toberu race. The Toberu race was a perverted civilization that relied on their military strength to fight against the Empire for three years. Currently, all the spaceships of the exiled fleet and the ten planetary fortresses, including the one we were standing on, were the fruits of their labor. Such a powerful civilization wasn't ordinary. Even the prideful Sandora viewed them as a potential stock that could be cooperated with. Thinking about this, I had a whole new level of respect for Brother Insect. You really can't judge a book by its cover. Who said that an insect-alien could only walk the path of a bicep? Could it be that the person in front of me was not walking the path of a high-tech one?
Hearing Sandora's words, before Torulu could even react, Kim quickly became anxious and asked, "Don't tell me I'm going to be tied up in the laboratory and dissected for research?"
… I can imagine what was written in the textbooks of the exiled fleet's primary school students. I wonder if the Empire soldiers ate human flesh in their textbooks …
"One day, you will see what the new Empire looks like with your own eyes."
Then, she took out a handful of leaves, pulled out two, and stuffed them into Gold and Tolulu's hands. "This is my business card. If you join the Church of Life with this, you won't have to wait in line or pay the registration fee. You won't have to beg for help if you have a minor illness. You can just pray at home and tell me your name and address when you pray. If there's a voice in the sky saying that the line is busy, ignore it. The Temple is upgrading the server. That's a false alarm …"
It's a false alarm … "I was sweating profusely as I watched from the side. To be able to preach like it was a drug for psoriasis, Liliana was quite a talent.
Both Gold and Tolulu were stunned. I guessed that they had never heard of praying in their entire lives. Judging from the way the exiled fleet was acting, they didn't seem to have any religious history. They were "outlanders" in both the Empire and the Star Domain. Even if they had faith, they weren't the Protoss of the Star Domain. Otherwise, after so many years, even if they had randomly dialed the number, they would have been able to contact the living Lei Feng in the Star Domain a long time ago.
But when I asked, it was true. Gold didn't know what praying was, and Tolulu didn't know what religion was at all …
So, Liliana was instantly treated as a child talking nonsense by the two of them.
The elder sister was smiling. Ever since we reached an agreement with the Parliament, the smile on her face hadn't faded. Now, she patted Liliana's head and said to me, "Every time something sad ends, this girl really knows how to lighten the mood."
I thought about it and felt that it was mainly because of Liliana's lack of compassion.
"The Alliance Fleet is going to dock. Is this true?"
Gold seemed to have a lot to say, but he wasn't very familiar with us. So, he only managed to say this after a long time. He was very careful. I could tell that the bad image of the Empire's soldiers was still deeply rooted in his mind. At the very least, there weren't many people in his generation who could make friends with the people of the Empire.
"Yes, the Empire will arrange it as soon as possible. All of you will settle down in a brand new universe." I nodded affirmatively and said in an unquestionable tone, "I promise you that everything will be fine. All the fleet members will have a safe home."
Gold probably didn't feel much about a 'safe home', just like how the tribe in the ruined world couldn't imagine a sky with a sun, moon, and stars. But he still smiled. After all, he was still a teenager, or even a child. Even if he didn't know how to spend his childhood, it didn't stop a child his age from yearning for new things. He was full of anticipation for the new world that I had mentioned.
"They all taught me that the people of the Empire are very cruel, but all of you are different. You are completely different from what the books said," Gold said happily. "I'm still afraid of the spaceships of the Empire, but I'm not afraid of all of you … Are you really the Emperor? I heard that the Emperor is the most powerful person in the entire Empire. He is smarter than everyone else and never makes a mistake. The books described Emperor Schilling as such a terrifying person. "
No matter how I answered that question, I felt a little guilty, so I decided not to answer it.
The high-level Zerg that looked like a praying mantis didn't like to talk to outsiders. It remained silent while we were talking. After a while, when we were about to leave, it finally spoke, "It's good to be able to live in peace. Many people voted in favor of it. The Toberu tribe doesn't like to fight. I have something to say, and we have no other choice but to accept it."
It was the same kind of incoherent speech again, but it wasn't difficult to understand it. It couldn't be helped. It seemed to be the unique characteristic of the Toberu tribe.
As a species with extraordinary evolved intelligence, the Toberu tribe had a very unique thought process. When a Toberu tribe member thought about a problem, they would think in several threads at the same time. They were born with the ability to divide an extremely complex problem into hundreds of simple threads to think at the same time. When they spoke, they would usually organize everything they wanted to express in an instant and say it in a random order …
In normal communication, this would obviously cause inconvenience to the other party. In fact, the Toberu tribe used a skill similar to telepathy to communicate with each other. However, compared to the Shiring Apostles, this telepathy skill was limited. It could only be used on the same tribe and the distance was limited. That was why when they communicated with other tribes, they could only use their somewhat degenerated language organs. This process was a torment for both parties. The Toberu tribe members had to think of ways to make what they said understood, while the people standing opposite them had to spend twice as much effort to code every sentence they heard. I didn't dare to imagine how terrifying it would be for a Toberu person to read a piece of argumentative text to themselves. Perhaps it would be better if they read prose because it was very scattered in the first place …
"I understand the gist of it." I extended my hand to Tolulu in a friendly manner. "I also like peaceful days, so I understand how you feel."
Tolulu looked at my outstretched hand and hesitated for a moment. Then, he carefully touched my hand with his relatively small right forelimb. "I have never seen such etiquette before. Unbelievable. Emperor Schilling liked peace. The energy reaction in your body isn't psionic energy?"
I rubbed my nose. The Toberu tribe was indeed extraordinary. I didn't know how they evolved to have a racial talent for psionic energy (based on the Empire's example, it could be that after developing to a certain extent, they consciously changed their life form). However, Brother Insect in front of me could actually "see" that the energy reaction in my body was different from the Shiring Apostles. This made me think of the Shiring Apostles who had all sorts of sensors on at all times.
"Veigar? What are you looking at? " I felt a gaze sweeping around me. I couldn't help but turn my head to look. It was Veigar standing behind me. Sis Scorpion was scanning Tolulu's body curiously.
I reminded Veigar seriously, "Although she also has a shell, I don't think she is your relative …"
Of course, Veigar was also an arthropod. The beautiful Veigar was much prettier than the triangular-headed Tolulu.
Veigar ignored my words. Instead, he moved his tail and stared at Tolulu for a long time. He stared at Tolulu until the latter's hair stood on end. Then, he said, "Hey, you have four legs. Which one do you usually walk on?"
My body instantly trembled. Then, I saw Tolulu's body squirm awkwardly for a long time. Then, she beautifully flipped to the side.
Veigar shook his head in disappointment, "Two less than mine. It seems that the situation is different … I still haven't figured it out … Which one is more suitable …"
My body continued to tremble. I thought to myself, Veigar is still thinking about this problem. Last time, she didn't figure it out and flipped herself to the side. This time, she finally found her balance on her four-legged galactic friend.
Tolulu struggled to get up. He looked at Veigar awkwardly. Out of etiquette as an arthropod, he also asked, "How do you usually walk? Do you have six legs?"
I felt that I had to adjust my tiger body to vibrating mode today. These two are competing with each other!
However, Veigar was an experienced person. Before Tolulu could finish his sentence, she transformed into her human form and walked away with her two long legs that could almost walk on a runway. She muttered as she walked, "You won't fall into the same trap twice. You are not the Emperor …"
She walked briskly, but Tululu, who was following behind her, started to get confused. I didn't know how Sister Scorpion, who was usually so serious and serious, could have such a black-bellied side to her, so I could only follow suit. In the end, Raven explained and I understood what was going on: Scorpions are not that smart. Vega didn't mean to leave her hanging, it was just that her reflex arc was too sharp.
"Scorpion soldiers have short nerves. If they don't stretch, they can't even reach the ends. If you ask her later, she will probably forget who Tolulu is," Raven 001 whispered.
I glanced at him. Raven 001 was Sylvia's first batch of strongest clones. I had every reason to believe that this quirky fellow had the longest nerves, the kind that could go around the equator without even counting the ends of her body …
Since we had taken on this mess, the things we had to deal with suddenly piled up. Not only Sandora and I, but my sister, Liliana, and even Lin Xue were all busy. (The main reason was that this was a historical issue, and it also involved the dark history of the Empire. In this aspect, the Shiring Apostles were not very good at it. They were used to killing and arson, and they were not used to post-war compensation and demolition subsidies.) So, we did not stay in the Ghost Fleet for too long. After saying goodbye to the two young soldiers and exchanging the last batch of navigation data with the "Council" (this was mainly to prevent them from hitting the macro world before migrating to the new universe), we boarded the shuttle to return home.
Actually, Qian Qian and I felt a little regretful. Qian Qian was always interested in exploring any place that she had never been to before. I, on the other hand, felt that the glimmering world under the metallic sky of the planet fortress was fascinating. Even though it wasn't suitable for a long stay, it was still an occasional tourist attraction. Such a sealed space covered in interstellar alloy had a unique charm.
… I don't have agoraphobia or anything like that.
As for the Ghost Fleet — well, I should now call it the Exile Fleet. There were definitely many details to consider regarding the settlement of the Exile Fleet, and it would also take time to prepare a habitable universe that was not subject to the Empire's interference. However, these could all be dealt with as per usual, and the real problem that would be troublesome for the Shiring Apostles was the interaction between the Exile Fleet and the Imperial Army. Admittedly, the misunderstanding between the New Empire and the Exile Fleet had been resolved, but the latter's wariness and rejection of the Shiring Apostles had now evolved into something ingrained in their DNA. It was just like how humans would feel chills when they hear a piercing scream, or how some pure-blooded descendants of Atlantis would become excited when they first came into contact with psionic energy. It was a biological instinct that could not be resisted through individual will, and now the Empire was faced with a never-before-seen problem:
How to provide for a group of soldiers that needed to be settled after the war, and at the same time, were extremely repulsed by them, and they could not hit or scold them, and even tried not to show their faces when they spoke …
Anyway, after I threw this topic to Pandora, she immediately overreacted in front of me. Visca, on the other hand, ran to the yard to count ants: she was afraid that she would fall into the fish tank like her twin sister …
Sandora and I discussed many things after dinner, and it was a rare occasion that the entire First Family was discussing serious matters. Sandora and I were trying to find an empty universe that was suitable for the exiles to settle in from the list of worlds that the Empire had already recorded. Sis and Lin Xue were quietly discussing how to slowly change the survivors' impression of the Shiring Apostles. They were actually very skilled in this aspect. Sis was meticulous and meticulous, and Milady had unparalleled ability to predict the future. Even if there was no evidence, she could directly see the impact of a plan from the beginning to the end. This kind of talent was as useful as a cheat when it came to formulating a plan that would take N years. Even Shallow Shallow wasn't idling around. She was discussing with Liliana how to use love to influence the exiles, to let them feel the warmth of home … Currently, their initial plan was to broadcast the news to the exiles at 7: 30 every night, so that they could drown in the beautiful world of news. I had to admit that this plan was really inhumane, and I had to continue ignoring these two clowns who did nothing but cause trouble.
We discussed until almost 11 o 'clock, but there wasn't much progress. After all, this was a huge project, and if we could come up with a plan in just a few hours of discussion, it would be too much. Sandora and I decided to start searching for all the Void coordinates that the Empire currently had, and strive to find a world that could accommodate the exiles within three days. Big Sis and Lin Xue rejected each other's ideas for several hours, and the only result was that they managed to produce more than 1.5 kilograms of melon seed peels. Actually, I was more worried about Miss Lin staying out late into the night, and her father didn't even care about it. Could it be that this girl was a gift from her parents when they topped up their phone bill back in the day?
Shallow Shallow and Liliana's discussion had some initial results. They decided to broadcast an hour of legal talk after the Schilling Channel 1's news every night, to accuse the Fallen Apostles of their inhumane crimes against humanity. I thought that this plan was quite reliable, as long as they could really interview the culprit during the broadcast.
After that, the whole family washed up and went to sleep. There was still about an hour before Anveena would be singing. In her life … after her death, the little ghost maid only had this little hobby, so the whole family was too embarrassed to interfere with her. So, I had to make myself lose consciousness before that.
Perhaps many of us didn't have a good rest that night, but I did. Even Mercury Lamp could tell that everyone was not in a good mood, so she didn't pester me to continue telling her the story of Alibaba and the 40 Tmall Cats. Actually, I really couldn't make up this story, because it was too difficult for me to explain to Mercury Lamp how Alibaba turned from a bearded Arabian who dug people's basements to a household appliance seller. It was all Shallow Shallow's fault. She shouldn't have told the first story to Mercury Lamp. Now that she had lost interest, I had no choice but to continue the series until Mercury Lamp believed that Sherlock Holmes' assistant, Watson, had a twin brother named Edison. That way, she wouldn't pester me to ask why it was an apple and not a durian that hit Newton's head.
Speaking of which, do you dare to know how cruel the first story that Shallow Shallow told the Mercury Lamp was?
Cherish life, let's change the topic …
That night, I slept very deeply. This was my greatest strength. No matter what happened, I could still sleep like a pig without a care in the world. Anveena's distant and resentful singing turned into a young girl's whisper echoing in my ears. I had an amazing dream: I dreamt that I was strolling on the streets of the City of Shadows with Miss Lin. The two of us were holding hands with a little girl. This little girl had a cheeky little face. She looked at me and giggled mischievously. Then, she turned her head and called out to Miss Lin, "Mom …"
What was even more cruel was that she immediately turned her head to look at me and called out, "Dad …"
Then, I woke up in fright. The sun was already shining brightly outside the window. This bizarre dream made me break out in a cold sweat. But in the next second, I found the culprit of this nightmare: Little Bubble was lying on my chest like an octopus. She opened her big bright eyes and observed her father's sleeping posture. When she saw me open my eyes, the little girl called out in a childish voice, "Dad!"
… I was wondering why the little girl in the dream called me dad so clearly. It turned out that someone was really calling me!
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