After turning around and giving the order, a hint of hesitation flashed across the subordinate's face: "Only use the basic detectors?"

"Isn't this a bit too much... After all, our basic detectors aren't equipped with any weapons."

Cleaner9527 scoffed dismissively: "Are you scared of the pastoral faction?"

"What damage could a Type II civilization possibly inflict on our probes?"

"Even if they were lucky enough to reach the third level of civilization in the past two hundred years, they would only have mastered simple plasma weapons."

Upon hearing this, the hesitation on the subordinate's face slowly disappeared.

That's right.

It's just a small, level-two civilization, why is he being so cautious?

Could it be that they were really scared by those dimensional creatures from the pastoral school?

Thinking of this, the subordinate raised his tentacle and forcefully tapped his own mental organs, trying to clear his mind.

"Alright, let the detectors start searching."

Cleaner9527's expression shifted slightly: "What's been going on with the Countryside Faction lately?"

"Logically speaking, the news of [the painting]'s death should have already reached them."

"No anomalies have been detected so far," the subordinate quickly replied. "The mother civilization is still searching for these cunning creatures; they're hiding too well."

Cleaner 9527 nodded noncommittally.

To the Cleaners civilization, the dimensional creatures weren't particularly strong in combat, but their ability to escape and hide was truly top-notch.

He had already learned this lesson from [the painting].

P.S.: I'm dizzy from researching, I can't take it anymore, I'm giving up, I'll just ramble on.jpg