"Really? How expensive is it?"
"That box can be exchanged for many Moron-class ships."
Qin Zhongquan rubbed his temples upon hearing this, then filled his cup again. At first, he tried to savor it slowly, but in the end, he gulped it down in one gulp, as usual.
"Wine cannot wash away sins," the priest reminded at the right time.
Qin Zhongquan said regretfully, "But at least they can make me forget..."
"Returner, speak out. Perhaps the God of Thor will forgive your mistakes."
"I divided the rest among my brothers, and then flushed it down the toilet like some fancy horse urine mixed with other miscellaneous goods... Oh my god, I'm so damned! Even if I used the collection of the Great Library of the Moon to barbecue like last time, it wouldn't be as damned as this!"
"Oh God!" the priest said in a prayer, "Please send an apostle to punish this damned pervert!"
The two seemed to empathize with each other and burst into tears together, as if they were children whose toys had just been taken away.
After a long time, the priest wiped away his tears and turned on the suction pump on the edge of the dining table to suck away the scattered tears to prevent the salt water from drifting to places where it shouldn't go.
He sniffed, finished the rest of the bowl, and with great self-control stopped refilling his cup and began to finish the dinner in the lunch box.
After a while, the priest seemed to remember something and said, "Returnee, you made a mistake."
"I know." Qin Zhongquan was still choking with sobs. "I know I shouldn't wantonly destroy unknown things before I understand them clearly."
"Well, now you've made another mistake," the priest continued.
"What is it?"
"The end has stopped." He put down the spoon and answered attentively, "You want to stay away from your end, but this will only make the end find you faster."
"How could this happen? I will never give up my terminal number!" Qin Zhongquan asked in confusion.
"Do you want to accompany the Estella to the end? Forget it. You're not the protagonist of some space opera. The space battleships in this world are all consumables with traceable paths." The priest stared in an unknown direction. "The Estella will sail to the end, but you won't."
"How did you know that?"
"I can feel it. The God of Thor is guiding me."
"Well, to be honest, we only have two months' worth of supplies left. We still have some energy, but only enough to reach Jupiter's orbit at most."
"You who turn back, you are going the wrong way."
"Where else can I go?" Qin Zhongquan sighed. "All the supplies I prepared are gone. I have nowhere to go!"
"You have to go to Uranus!"
"This is impossible! I've thought about it, but it's really impossible!" Qin Zhongquan shouted, "It's too far away, and its rotation direction is opposite to our flight direction. No matter what, we can't enter a stable orbit."
The priest shook his head. "What if you're just passing through Uranus? I checked the map. You're really lucky, or perhaps the God of Thor is guiding you. This year is the year when Saturn and Uranus are closest, so you have enough time to complete the gravitational slingshot. Of course, you need to pass through the rings twice. I hope your navigator is good enough, or that you can receive God's blessing again."
"That sounds feasible," Qin Zhongquan pondered. "But what happens next? This won't change our current situation of lack of supplies."
"Don't forget the post stations," the priest said as he ate. "The seven worlds have forgotten them, but we know them. Beyond Uranus, there are countless community automated post stations. Many of the ascetics we sent out after the chaos were rescued by the post stations. You are the one who returns as predicted, and you will definitely meet them."
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