After a brief rest, the warship finally set sail at dark, leaving this remote border mining planet and flying towards the prosperous planet at the center of human civilization.
When Chu Rong pushed the door open, Ren Mo was sitting at the table fiddling with some small toy-like parts. When he saw him coming, the old man simply nodded as a greeting and continued to tinker with the parts with his head down.
"Georgia has no mental strength." Chu Rong sat opposite the old man and said straight to the point: "You shouldn't give him false hope. That's too cruel."
Ren Moze paused while assembling the parts, raised his head and looked at him, frowning slightly: "He has no mental power? Has he never had it?"
"No, I had it before, but it disappeared after I was injured. It may or may not recover in the future." Seeing him ask this, Chu Rong remembered his closed-minded and indifferent nature, so he softened his tone and continued, "He has an S-level physique, so being a mecha warrior is the most suitable path for him. Mecha manufacturing can be a hobby, but it can't be his livelihood."
He could see Georgia's love for mechanical manufacturing, but faced with a reliable future and cruel reality, her hobby could only be abandoned with regret.
"That means there is still a possibility of recovery." Ren Moze did not give a sudden realization and then a regretful reaction as he wished. He just nodded lightly to show that he understood, then lowered his head to continue assembling parts, and said: "But he likes mecha manufacturing. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have mental power. He can lay the foundation first. It will be better if his mental power is restored in the future. If he can't recover, he can try to find a way to learn mecha manufacturing for people without mental power. I will help him. Geniuses should not have their dreams extinguished by survival."
"Mr. Ren." Chu Rong frowned in disapproval, his expression turned cold again, and he tapped the table with his fingers in annoyance: "For him, that is not a dream, but a castle in the air. It is unrealistic to think about flying before taking the first step. He should not become a victim in your pursuit of a new path."
"Then what do you think?" Ren Mo looked up at him and asked sharply, "Are those mecha warriors you trained also victims of your pursuit of manually piloted mechas? They have no mental strength, but because of their love for mecha combat and their trust in you, they risk everything they have to accompany you in pursuit of a hope that seems very slim at the moment. So, do you think that what they are doing is meaningless or even a sacrifice? Is the dream they pinned on you a castle in the air?"
"That's different." Chu Rong's tone dropped, a sign that he was angry.
Georgia's understanding of the world is blank, and her thinking is too easily influenced by others. How can they be compared with those who firmly know what they want?
"How is it different? After losing your mental power, you can work hard to find the possibility of pure manual driving because you don't want to give up driving the mecha, and then want to change the current deformed social environment that respects mental power through this. Then why can't Georgia, after losing her mental power, work hard to find the possibility of manufacturing mechas without mental power because of her love for mecha manufacturing, and then use this to change the situation of the mecha manufacturing industry, which is even more distorted than mecha driving?"
Because he is still too weak, he is not suitable to be such a pioneer and founder. It is too hard. He should not bear these things before he fully understands this world!
Chu Rong was about to retort out loud, but his mind suddenly flashed back to Georgia's confident and happy look when she said she wanted to build a mecha for him, and he swallowed his words with a gloomy face.
For a child who has nothing, dreams may be the most precious thing he has now, and they should not be coldly extinguished by others with any high-sounding reasons.
"So they are all the same." Ren Mo saw that he had listened to him, lowered his head and began to fiddle with the parts again. His tone suddenly changed, and he said with a hint of sarcasm: "Marshal, you are now like a parent who is overly worried about his child. You don't want your child to walk a different and difficult path. You want to pave and prepare everything for him and keep him firmly under your wings."
Chu Rong's face darkened when he heard this, and he began to knock on the table again, and replied: "I can't give birth to a child as big as Georgia."
"Yes, you don't even have a girlfriend." Ren Mo mocked him mercilessly, stretched out the finished parts in front of him, gestured, and said, "Take a look."
Chu Rong regretted for the umpteenth time that he had found such a difficult old man to cause trouble for himself!
He glanced at the strange little part, picked it up with disdain, looked at it for a few moments, and asked casually, "Is this a new weapon slot design? How much can it increase the weapon's fusion degree?"
"Increase by 10%." Ren Moze answered casually and took out a small mechanical doll to play with.
Chu Rong took it seriously and looked at the small part again carefully, confirming, "Is it improved by 10% from the original?"
Ren Mo nodded, showed him the test results he had done in the morning, pointed at a certain data, and said, "Look here, 10% is just a theoretical value. When it is officially used on the mecha, this value may drop a little. The sensitivity of thunder brown ore is not as good as mental power. It's a pity to make this change."
"That's a big improvement." Chu Rong pinched the small part, quickly calculated various values in his mind, and said, "A 10% increase in fusion can probably improve the performance of the weapon by 2%-5%. Not bad, whoever researched this part, I'll give him a bonus later."
Ren Mo looked at him and replied, "It's the Georgia you look down on. I copied this modification from the doll he made."
"Georgia?" Chu Rong was stunned, then angry, and retorted: "I don't look down on him. He will become an excellent mecha warrior. I have always believed in this."
"Your prejudice and denial of his hobbies show that you look down on him." Ren Mo picked up the mechanical doll and shook it in front of him, saying, "His excellent mechanical design and creative ability are much stronger than the S-level physique you advocate. Marshal, please lower your high-handed eyes and observe the child with an equal attitude. He is better than you think."
Chu Rong frowned. He didn't think he had ever been "superior". He only put on airs and deliberately angered his enemies and people he disliked. As for the bald chicken... he didn't dislike him for the time being.
After all, having eaten more meals together for many years, Ren Moze easily saw through his thoughts and did not argue with him. He changed the subject and pointed out his blind spot in thinking: "You want to reverse the situation where mecha driving is too dependent on mental power, but why do you firmly believe that mecha manufacturing is a game that only mental geniuses can participate in? Isn't this also an idea that respects mental power? Human beings have invented all kinds of machines, but they rely too much on mental power in making the most powerful individual weapons. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" After saying that, he left the little doll on the table, got up and left.
A word can wake a dreamer up.
If mecha driving can be done without mental power, then why not mecha manufacturing?
Chu Rong picked up the small mechanical doll on the table, pulled its funny little metal arms, and watched it perform a strange dance, seeming to be thinking about something.
Georgia was alone and sulking for a while. Just as he was about to wash up and go to bed, there was a knock on the door. He was startled, quickly picked up the things scattered on the floor, and went to open the door.
"Sister Zhuang Yu?"
"Shhh."
Zhuang Yu put her hand to her lips, looked around, motioned for him to follow her, and whispered, "Come on, I'll take you to see the stars."
Star?
Georgia was puzzled, but she obediently followed her without asking any questions.
The two walked to the edge of this floor. Zhuang Yu used his pass to swipe open the door of the lift and took Georgia up. The platform slowly rose and finally stopped at the observation deck on the top floor of the warship.
Georgia looked up at the vast starry sky outside the transparent wall stupidly, her mouth wide open.
"So, so beautiful..."
Zhuang Yu smiled, took his arm and led him to the swing chair in the middle of the observation deck. He first pushed him to sit down, then took out some cute snacks from the space button and placed them on the chair. Finally, he produced a pot of colorful juice and poured him a glass, then sat down opposite him with a smile.
"Thank you." Georgia took the juice, smelled the sweet smell in the air, and moved her ears - it smelled so good, a bit like the fruit pie her mother had made.
"Eat! Those stinky men don't know how to take care of people. You go to the kitchen to help every day, but they never make you any snacks." Zhuang Yu pushed the snacks in front of him and unceremoniously threw dirty water on the men on the ship.
Georgia felt embarrassed and helped them explain: "No, they did secretly give me extra food." But they only gave me meat, saying that he was too thin and needed to eat more to gain weight.
Zhuang Yu choked, but quickly covered it up, waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this, Qiao Qiao. We're going back to the headquarters soon. Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"
Georgia, who was about to get some snacks, paused, looked up at Zhuang Yu and blinked.
First it was Grandpa Ren, then the white-haired monster, and now it’s Sister Zhuang Yu. Why do everyone like to ask him about his future plans today?
Zhuang Yu was almost intoxicated by his pure eyes as he stared at her. She felt that she couldn't let such a cute child be tortured by a rude man like her superior. She pushed the snacks in front of him and said, "Although it's still early, it's definitely right to make preparations early. You see, since ancient times, people have said that doctors who save lives and heal the wounded are great. Although you don't have mental strength and can't become a formal doctor, you can be a pharmacist. Don't you like plants very much? Pharmacists are most exposed to various plants and cute little animals. Do you want to consider it?"
pharmacist?
Georgia's ears twitched, and he remembered the dream of making mechas that was wiped out in the morning. Although he was not ready to give up, it seemed a good idea to learn a practical skill to eat before using it to eat. Moreover, he was preparing to teach himself how to make magic potions, so it seemed a good idea to learn the potion making method in this place first, and learn by analogy.
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and he unconsciously moved closer to Zhuang Yu and asked, "Is it difficult to learn potions? Is it possible without mental power?"
Seeing his interest, Zhuang Yu almost jumped up with joy. She felt so proud that she waved her slender hand and threw out a pile of pharmacy textbooks. Her eyes sparkled as she said, "Simple! Super simple! Easy to get started! These are the elementary pharmacy textbooks. Aren't they very few, thin, and conscientious? Come on, come on, I'll lay the foundation for you now. Let me see, hmm... let's start with this. Let's start by getting to know the various medicinal plants!"
Georgia looked at the dozen brick books that appeared out of thin air on the table, swallowed silently, nodded, and took out the electronic book: "Thank you, thank you Sister Zhuang Yu."
Three days later, after another space jump, the azure Federation headquarters finally appeared in sight. Everyone on the ship ended their busy work and waited for the warship to land.
After arranging the arrangements for the slaves after disembarking, Chu Rong finally remembered Georgia, who he hadn't seen for a few days. He called Fan Xiangnan and asked, "Where is Georgia?"
"Qiao?" Fan Xiangnan squeezed out a few brain cells from the various arrangements and struggled to recall. He flipped through the notebook and replied, "Everyone is very busy these days, so Qiao's classes and training have been suspended. He should be taken care of by Zhuang Yu these days."
Zhuang Yu?
Chu Rong's eyelids twitched, and he remembered Zhuang Yu's suggestion that day. He stood up with a stern face and said, "Notify Zhuang Yu and ask her to go to the medical room to check the equipment, confirm the safety of the equipment in the medical room, and prepare for the handover."
"Yes." Fan Xiangnan took out the communicator and asked, "Should we let Qiao go back to the room? The warship will land in about an hour."
"No need." Chu Rong waved his hand and walked out: "I'll go find him."
Zhuang Yu put down the communicator and looked at Georgia, who was obediently writing and drawing on the table. After struggling for a long time, he finally suppressed the passion of wanting to teach Georgia madly for ten days and ten nights after discovering a good seedling. He said goodbye to Georgia reluctantly, took his things and hurried down the observation deck and returned to the medical room.
Georgia watched her leave, glanced at the encyclopedia of medicinal plants that he had already learned a quarter of, touched the laptop on the table, and continued to write furiously - for a dwarf who was born and raised in nature, quickly recognizing plants is almost a natural skill. It's a pity that he can't touch the entities of these plants now, otherwise he would learn even faster.
Knowledge does have commonalities. Through the study of the past few days and his conscious guidance and questioning, he now has a vague understanding of those slightly difficult knowledge points on the methods of making magic potions.
He likes the feeling of gaining something new every day.
After Chu Rong entered the observation deck, he immediately saw Georgia, who was lying on the table writing and drawing on a pile of bricks. From his perspective, he could just see the tips of her ears slightly exposed when she lowered her head.
He moved his fingers, then followed his inner desire and stepped forward to pinch the tip of the small ear.
Georgia froze, put down her pen and looked over. When she saw it was him coming, her eyes lit up and a smile appeared on her face, but suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she tightened her face and buried her head again. She tilted her head to pull her ears out, picked up her pen and continued to write and draw, ignoring him.
Um?
Chu Rong narrowed his eyes and reached out again.
Georgia seemed to have eyes on her head and dodged nimbly, leaving him no chance to attack.
Yo.
Are you angry?
Chu Rong withdrew his hand, glanced him up and down, paused for a few seconds in an unfathomable manner, then decisively reached out, grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him up, stuffed him into a chair, straddled his long legs, sat down next to him, squeezed him into the corner, and viciously covered his head with his hands.
"You!" Georgia glared.
"Who asked you to learn these?" Chu Rong ruffled his hair, glanced at the plant encyclopedia on the table and the densely packed notes on the electronic notebook, and was a little surprised at his terrifying learning speed. But with a cold look on his face, he said, "A few days ago, you said you wanted to learn mecha manufacturing for me. In less than a few days, you changed your mind and started learning this. Are you not keeping your word?"
Georgia huddled in the corner pitifully, feeling a little angry. After a long pause, she said, "You were the one who said that without mental power, you can't learn mecha manufacturing."
"It's not okay to back down at the slightest difficulty." Uncle Chu's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and he righteously condemned his fickleness.
The simple dwarf blushed at his words, raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes, and retorted: "I don't want to give up, I just want to learn something else to sustain my life before I can support myself by mecha manufacturing." They, the dwarves, also need to eat. How can they talk about their dreams if they can't even fill their stomachs?
Also, there is someone's illness, and he has never made magic potions, so he needs to learn more to lay the foundation... Thinking of this, he quickly glanced at the cold faces of the people around him and became depressed again. He felt that he should be tougher and directly fight back against the word "bald chicken" with his fists, instead of being squeezed into the corner like now.
Hearing the four words "maintain a living" from an underage kid, Chu Rong's mind froze as he was joking with his pet. Thinking of his troublesome brother at home, he softened his heart and gently pulled his ear, saying, "I picked you up, so I will naturally raise you. Besides, you are not yet an adult and have no relatives. Even if you don't have an official federal resident status, the federation will give you a monthly living allowance, so don't worry, you won't starve until you can truly become independent."
Georgia was stunned. She didn't expect this place to have such benefits. Then she quickly focused on the first sentence he said. She looked up at him with wide eyes and stuttered, "You, you want to support me?"
"Of course." Chu Rong liked the way he looked at him, and pulled his ear again, and said in a good mood: "You don't eat much, I can afford to feed you." As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly, looked at his face out of the corner of his eyes, waiting for his surprise and gratitude.
Georgia was indeed grateful, but she did not feel surprised, but frightened, because in the dwarf tribe, apart from parents, the only person who would raise another unrelated, adult dwarf is the dwarf's partner.
"No, no!" Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head and refused: "In my hometown, I am already an adult. I can't accept the care of another person for no reason. This is not okay. No, no, I, I will raise myself! You don't need to raise me."
Being rejected again, Uncle Chu was extremely angry. He stretched out his hand to pull him over and shook him: "Little boy, do you look down on me and think I can't support you?"
"No, I don't think so, I just think I can--"
"No, you can't." Chu Rong interrupted him, put him back on the chair, and said, "The reason why mecha manufacturing is so dependent on mental power is that almost all the materials used to make mechas have more or less negative problems. They cannot be used without processing. Mental power combing is a necessary step at the end of material processing. The purpose is to make the materials with different properties more integrated and form a whole. This integration cannot be replaced by mechanical processing. That's why I said that without mental power, you can't even process the materials."
Georgia's thoughts immediately changed, and she frowned slightly, thinking. It turned out that mental power played such a role in mecha manufacturing. Magic power and mental power were somewhat similar, so what mental power could do, perhaps magic power could also do...
"You don't have mental strength, but you want to go the path of mecha manufacturing. Then what you need to pay for this will be several times or even dozens of times that of others, whether it is energy or money." Chu Rong held his head, rubbed his bangs, and tore everything open for him to see: "The Federation will ensure that you will not starve to death, and will also provide you with basic education, but it cannot provide you with other learning resources. You need to take the entrance exam for excellent mecha manufacturing schools by yourself. After you are admitted, you need to purchase all the materials consumed in the learning process and the required instruments by yourself. In the later stages of learning, you have to prepare an independent studio for yourself for research. It can be said that every excellent mecha maker is made with a lot of money and materials. Georgia, I don't look down on you, but I think that with your current blank and no foundation, the most suitable and convenient choice to quickly get on the right track is to be supported by me, and then build a mecha that suits me perfectly in return."
Georgia was silent. He had actually thought about all of this and had even made plans for it. The early stage was definitely the most difficult, but he still had a trump card, which was his excellent ability to find and mine minerals. He had searched with his optical brain and found that there was a profession similar to that of an adventurer, that is, a prospector. Once these adventurers who went to the marginal planets to open up new land found new minerals, they could obtain partial mining rights and ownership of the minerals in proportion after reporting to the Federation. This was a profession that could make a living for thirty years without opening for thirty years, and it made money quickly.
That was his plan, so he said it straightforwardly. Chu Rong was so angry that he laughed. He pinched his ear hard and said, "It seems that you have a lot of wild thoughts when you are alone. Everyone dreams of getting rich overnight, but it's not that easy."
Mineral prospectors do make a lot of money, and there are a few who are rich enough to buy planets to play with, but they are a minority after all. Most mineral prospectors live in poverty, rushing on the road all day without any hope.
The Federation and the Empire have developed to this day, and almost all the planets that should be discovered in the surrounding star fields have been discovered. Even if a new planet appears, the Empire and the Federation will contact the natives of the planet as soon as possible, and then absorb them into the Federation or the Empire, and then they will send troops to find out the basic situation of the planet. If there are mines on the planet, with the current level of instruments, they can basically be detected with one measurement, and those mines that cannot be detected by instruments, how difficult it is to find them manually.
The most important thing is that the deeper the mine is, the worse the surrounding environment is. There may even be guardian beasts appearing, which is very dangerous. Generally, prospectors have their own professional teams. They pay a high price to keep mecha warriors and mecha manufacturers in order to ensure safety when prospecting.
According to Georgia's simple and naive thinking, there would probably be only one result if he rashly embarked on this road - he would die on the road before finding the mine.
The danger comes not only from the environment and the unknown, but also from other competing prospectors. Death and injury are common in the chaotic mining industry. It is a completely dark gray area outside the law.
"The situation on each planet is different. If you are not well prepared, you will die if you go there. There is darkness everywhere outside the civilized society. You have nothing now. Only if you live can you have a future. If you die, you will have nothing."
Chu Rong pulled aside his bangs, looked at his pure and innocent eyes that seemed to reflect the whole world, stretched out his finger and gently touched his curled eyelashes, and saw him dodge back reflexively, and then he seemed to come back to his senses from some mysterious emotion, retracted his hand, turned his head to look at the pile of textbooks on the table, snorted and said, "So kid, just be obedient and let me support you. I won't support you for free. I'll wait for the mecha you promised."
After listening to such a long analysis, Georgia also realized his naivety and fantasy, and saw the other party's good intentions. He raised his hand to touch his messy bangs, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, and asked: "What if I can't build a mecha suitable for you..."
"What should we do?" Chu Rong raised his eyebrows and replied, "Of course, you should come back and learn how to drive a mecha for me, work for me and pay me back for what you owe me."
The hidden meaning of this sentence is that even if he cannot learn mecha manufacturing well, there is still a fallback path waiting for him in mecha driving.
Georgia looked up at his fierce appearance, her heart softened, her nose felt sore, her eyes turned red, and she suddenly raised her hand and covered her eyes with her sleeve.
Chu Rong, who was waiting for him to come over and hug his thigh, saw this and his eyebrows jumped. He froze for a few seconds, then pulled his hand with a fierce face and scolded: "Do you have any ambition? I'm not really going to kill you. Why are you crying? Aren't you ashamed? You——"
Georgia rushed over and hugged him, buried her face in his chest and rubbed it, her voice was muffled but full of gratitude: "Thank you, I will definitely build a mecha suitable for you, and, and..." and cure your illness.
Although this person is always fierce, he always thinks about him. How nice! How can he be so nice?
The soft-hearted dwarf was moved to tears, and Uncle Chu, with a dark face, became completely stiff.
"Let go." He frowned. He was really not used to the feeling of being hugged tightly.
Georgia didn't let go, but clung to him even tighter, and leaned into his arms with attachment and joy.
Uncle Chu opened his hands, looked at the vast and beautiful sea of stars outside, and thought coldly about the possibility of abandoning this dead child and leaving him alone.
The atmosphere was a little tense, and then a muffled voice came from the chest.
"White-haired monster."
Uncle Chu felt as if he was hallucinating. He squinted his eyes expressionlessly, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly looked down at the little head pressed against his chest. He pulled him out by the back of his collar, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Little ghost, what did you just call me?!"
"Now we are even." Georgia's nose and eyes turned red. She raised her hand to wipe her face, smiled at him with her small white teeth, and imitated him by pulling his collar. She said, "I will pay for your living expenses." A lot.
Uncle Chu, who had always been respected and praised by others, was grabbed by the collar for the first time in all these years. He couldn't believe it and felt a surge of manic energy rising from the soles of his feet, blocking his chest and almost choking him to death!
His expression changed ferociously again and again, and he couldn't help shaking Georgia hard again, like an angry parent whose child was defiled by a bad guy, gritting his teeth and saying, "Who taught you? Who taught you all this! Who taught you that damn nickname and the action of grabbing the collar? Tell me! Was it Zhuang Yu? Could it be Lin Zhen? Or that kid named Tan who was sticky with you in Team 1!"
Lin Zhen, who happened to come up to look for him, stopped walking, straightened the collar of his military uniform, and said ruthlessly: "Sir, I think Qiao learned all these bad habits from you. If you don't believe me, look at your hands. In addition, the warship is about to land, you should prepare to connect with the military."
Chu Rong quickly turned his head to look at him, gave him a murderous look, then looked at his own hands and remained silent.
Georgia looked at Lin Zhen and then at Chu Rong innocently, her ears moved, and she asked in confusion: "Isn't this a way to express intimacy? I see you always do this to me."
“…”
Lin Zhen added: "No, Qiao, good kids usually don't grab others by the collar, that's a provocation."
"Ah?" Georgia was stunned. She glanced at Chu Rong's arm, paused, and asked in a low voice: "You... want to duel with me?"
"No, this is a training for you." Chu Rong answered with a cold face, withdrew his hand, stood up, straightened his wrinkled military uniform, glanced at Lin Zhen coldly, turned around and walked away with a cold face.
Lin Zhen followed him, and halfway through the walk, he seemed to have thought of something, turned back to look at Georgia, and advised: "Don't learn from him." Then he left.
Georgia watched them leave, touched the back of his collar and moved his ears - was it a provocation? But every time the white-haired monster grabbed his collar, he paid attention to the strength and never made him feel uncomfortable.
The warship landed at the military's dedicated port. Everyone gathered at the hatch waiting to leave the ship. Georgia was also stuffed into the medical team by a medical assistant who came up.
"Xiao Rong is back." A middle-aged man with gray hair came over with a smile, and with a look of intimacy, he reached out to pat Chu Rong's shoulder and said, "Don't run around again this time. There's no need for you to go to patrol the border in person. Your health is more important. I'll ask the military to vacate the medical room. Go get a check-up first?"
"Lieutenant General Wei, why bother you to come here?" Chu Rong dodged his hand without leaving a trace, and said a polite but distant greeting, and replied: "No need for a medical room. I don't like privileges and wasting military resources."
This sentence made the people behind Lieutenant General Wei look very different, but Lieutenant General Wei was still smiling warmly, as if he hadn't heard Chu Rong's hidden meaning. He reached out and pulled a young girl next to him, saying, "If you don't want to go, then don't go. It's better to go back and rest early. Your mental strength is unstable and you can't stand fatigue. This is Xiaoci, who just got admitted to the Federal Military Academy this year. She heard that you came back today and asked to--"
"How can the military port allow a military academy student to enter and exit at will? How does the person in charge manage it?" Chu Rong interrupted him, his face darkened, and waved his hand and said, "Xiangnan, let the person in charge write a self-criticism and punish those who should be punished. How can I be at ease with such lax discipline? I'll take care of the slave placement myself."
Fan Xiangnan responded and immediately took the communicator to contact the port's command room.
After being slapped in the face like this, Lieutenant General Wei could no longer maintain the smile on his face, his eyes became a little heavy, and the girl next to him also blushed and hid behind Lieutenant General Wei.
There was silent smoke in the air ahead, but gossip was flying among the medical team.
"Here comes another one, tsk tsk tsk." The assistant shook her head in disdain and whispered to the person next to her, "Our boss is really popular. First, the president hinted that he wanted to be a matchmaker, which made the boss so angry that he simply ran away to patrol the border and hid away. Now he has just returned and is being pulled in by the Wei family. This is incredible."
"The youngest marshal in the Federation, with a rich family background, is he a popular choice?" The assistant brother replied, lowering his voice and saying, "They are forcing the superior to take sides. Their intentions are almost written on their faces. I heard that the Empire is also trying to win over the Chu family through marriage."
The assistant lady exclaimed, and when she saw people looking at her, she lowered her voice and asked in a low voice, "Empire? It's no secret that the commander hates the imperial family. What's going on over there? Is he having a seizure?"
"I just heard about it, don't tell anyone." The assistant brother lowered his voice and said, "Anyway, the situation is unclear now, it's best for everyone to--"
"What?"
Zhuang Yu suddenly interrupted the conversation, stretched out his hand to pull Georgia who was standing next to them out, glared at them, and scolded them, "Stop talking nonsense. You can't guess what those people above are thinking. Be careful not to cause trouble!"
The two assistants fell silent and stopped chatting.
After teaching his subordinates a lesson, Zhuang Yu walked forward with Georgia. Seeing that Georgia looked thoughtful, he frowned and explained, "Don't listen to those rumors. The commander is not going to inspect the border for matchmaking, and he will not choose marriage. Don't believe the rumors outside. Be careful of being fooled. Did you see those people outside? They are from the Wei family, one of the four major families in the Federation. They have a good relationship with the Xiang family. He came here specially today and brought a girl with him. His purpose is not just to pull strings. He is keeping an eye on these slaves and wants to help the Xiang family kill people to cover up the scandal."
Georgia's mind immediately turned away from the gossip and she felt a little confused - what kind of place is this, where intrigue and murder are so common? No wonder her father said that human society is very complicated and it is best not to set foot there.
"When you follow your superiors in the future, you will face all kinds of unprovoked hostility, kindness and temptation. You must learn to distinguish between them." Zhuang Yu advised earnestly, patted his shoulder, looked at his innocent and naive appearance, and sighed.
Such a simple little cutie, I just hope the boss can give some help and protect him well, and I also hope the little cutie can grow up quickly.
I don’t know how the outside world contacted them, but when Georgia left with Zhuang Yu, the Wei family group did not follow them. Of course, the other party was unable to take the slaves away, and they were not even allowed to meet them.
The hover car was moving steadily in the air. Georgia leaned on the window and looked at the various aerial tracks and tall buildings that were rapidly receding outside. She was filled with amazement and was dazzled by the sight.
A pure black hovercraft suddenly sped past them. Georgia keenly caught a glimpse of a face flashing by in the car window and pulled Zhuang Yu beside her: "Sister Zhuang Yu, I saw Bai, I saw the commander! Why isn't he sitting with us?"
Zhuang Yu was admiring his cute little blushing face. Hearing this, she glanced outside and replied, "That's the commander's car. He has to go back to the military headquarters to hand over some things. I'll take you back to the commander's home first, so we won't go together."
After saying this, she suddenly thought of something and laughed again. She pulled his pointed ears and asked, "You called the commander so soon. It seems that you have decided to follow the commander with us?"
Georgia's ears twitched when she heard that, and her face turned even redder. She glanced at her and explained, "I know I'm not qualified to follow him now. I call him that, but, I don't know his name yet. When I introduced myself to him, he didn't respond to me..." As she spoke, she became listless again, feeling a little aggrieved.
Later, he thought about asking, but every time he was distracted by other things, and when he remembered, the other party had already left, so he never asked. In addition, according to the etiquette of the dwarves, if a person is unwilling to reveal his name to you, it is very rude to ask him.
Not wanting to reveal one's name means that the other party is unwilling to make friends with you...but the white-haired monster clearly said that he would support him, so in a sense, they are family.
Zhuang Yu was stunned when he heard this. He was stunned for a long time before he said in disbelief: "So you still don't know the commander's name?!"
Georgia nodded, a little sadly.
This is really... Zhuang Yu was speechless for a few seconds, and looked at the ears that had collapsed.
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