Before Xu Milu could ask a question, the crane raised its head and took a few steps forward, opening its beak to speak:

"Top-tier logistics expert Matrouh Jean Roche is at your service!"

My great universe! The security verification period for the mythological plane is really long. I stayed at the border control office for a full fifteen universal hours before they finally let me through!

I really don't understand the thinking of these immortal races. I'm just a poor, tired deliveryman, not a space pirate with particle cannons and two-dimensional foils—"

During her time on the StarNet, Xu Milu was also able to analyze the race of aliens based on their names.

For example, in the name "Matrull Jean Rochet", "Matrull" is the given name, "Jean" is probably the family name, and "Rochet" is its racial name.

The Roshians resemble a large, glowing light bulb, and each of them has eight brains distributed across their limbs.

These brains work in turn, allowing them to remember many things, such as complex information like star maps, flight paths, and the addresses of dimensional transit stations.

The Roshians' unique physiological advantages make them very popular in the Alliance, and even some cargo fleets like to recruit a Roshian as an advisor.

Xu Milu placed Aqing, whom she was holding, into a wisteria-woven flower basket before asking curiously:

"Lafa is very close to here? My package arrived so quickly."

"No, no, no, my dear, Lafa is millions of light-years away from here, not even counting the time spent traversing between dimensions."

"If I run into spacetime turbulence and space pirates, my whole trip will have been for nothing!"

The white crane opened its large beak and spat out a crystal-like hexahedron:

"Under the protection of the universe, and affected by the FAMAS storm, the warships of the Federation's First Legion have docked in several planes in the vicinity."

"I was able to reach my destination so quickly because I was aboard their exploration ship."

"The First Legion? The legion led by Marshal Yuan Mi?"

Xu Milu had heard a little about it while browsing the StarNet.

It is said that in order to celebrate the upcoming anniversary of the founding of the alliance, this iron-blooded marshal volunteered to lead the legion to wipe out heavily wanted criminals in several nearby dimensional universes.

"Of course, Marshal Yuan Mi is the pride of all the Federation people."

The white crane flapped its wings and chatted with Xu Milu for a few more minutes:

"The Mythical Dimension is a real headache. Not only has it not opened any space routes, but it also refuses all Federation warships the right to approach. Even normal entry for work purposes requires layers of scrutiny."

'Do not disturb the local indigenous residents,' 'Do not promote alien deities to the indigenous residents,' 'Do not arbitrarily disrupt the timeline,' 'When acting in this dimension, you must wear a virtual avatar that conforms to common sense,' 'Do not linger, and do not use technologies from outside this dimension unless absolutely necessary'...

My goodness, so many rules! My eight brains are about to go on strike! No wonder the Protoss are ranked number one as the most difficult race to deal with on StarNet.

After making its rant, it seemed to realize that Xu Milu in front of it was very likely also a member of the "God Race," and quickly raised its eyes to glance at her:

“Alright, let’s see—oh, Miss Milu Xu Ars…”

"My vast universe?! Arth?! Your race name is Arth?!!"

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, waking up the sleeping Aqing. Even Daizi and Baituan'er, who were playing nearby, looked over curiously.

—Even though they couldn't understand what the white crane was saying because they didn't have a translator, it didn't stop them from reading the "earthquake" expression on its face.

The deliveryman, who was mimicking a crane, was so frightened that his feathers bristled, and the whole bird jumped three feet high, its two long legs getting tangled together from brain overload.

"You...you...you...you...you...don't do anything rash! I came here aboard an exploration ship from the First Legion. If I die here, you...you...you will be classified as a serious criminal—"

They look strangely pitiful.

This was the first time Xu Milu had ever seen both "shock" and "horror" on a bird's face at the same time.

She shrugged helplessly: "Okay, I admit it, I am Ars, but don't be afraid, I am not the same as my people, I am a pacifist."

After Lavinia's death, Xu Milu collected the remaining fragments of the dimensional jumper and also inherited Lavinia's StarNet account.

It's no exaggeration to say that this guy is rolling in money.

Not only are the StarNet Points an endless and terrifying number, enough to buy half of the Federation, but the rare resources deposited in the Federation Bank alone are enough for her to buy several wealthy planets.

However, the downside is that her race name cannot be changed; it remains Arth.

The white crane's legs were so weak they tangled together, and it wished it could turn around and run away immediately.

Ars?

Peacemakers?

Are these words related?

Even toddlers who have just learned to read "The Encyclopedia of Cosmic Creatures" will be amused by this textual joke.

The Ars race is filled with tyrannical genes from birth. The Ars in the Interstellar Alliance are all notorious, bloodthirsty, and terrifying interstellar bandits.

What kind of things does this race do in the Federation?

Planetary annihilation, genocide, soul devouring, creating black holes in civilian areas, robbing official warships, engaging in air battles with Alliance forces' warships in spaceships, kidnapping an imperial princess, openly declaring war on several kingdoms...

—Go check out the League's list of most wanted criminals; Ars is definitely among the top few.

Ars are all lunatics.

The white crane's black, beady eyes were squinted together, its white, mimicking fur bristling, as it cautiously pushed the six-sided crystal on the ground, its voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

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