Chapter 190
Wu Zimo stayed alone in the lounge, while Scott was discussing something with the soldiers on the warships. He waited in the lounge for a long time before Scott opened the door and walked in.
"Are you done with your work?" Wu Zimo didn't ask Scott directly what he was busy with. When he saw him come back, he asked casually and handed him a cup of tea he had just brewed.
Needless to say, the tea in the lounge was specially prepared by Scott for Wu Zimo, and it was precious, top-grade rock tea.
Even on the planet where Xuanyuan Chengtian's Xuanyuan family specially opened up to grow tea, this top-quality rock tea can only produce about a hundred kilograms every year.
Don’t think that a hundred pounds is a lot; this is the annual output of the entire planet. If they were not getting married, Xuanyuan would not have thought of what wedding gift to give. Knowing that Wu Zimo liked to drink tea, Xuanyuan Chengtian would not have endured the pain and pretended to be generous and gave Wu Zimo a pound of tea.
"This is the premium rock tea that the President gave me at the wedding. Hahaha, Scott, do you still remember how he looked when he gave me the tea? Do you really think I can't see the pain on his face?"
Wu Zimo handed the teacup to Scott, and thought of how Xuanyuan Chengtian was obviously heartbroken but still had to put on a generous expression, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
After taking a sip of the top-quality rock tea that was brewed with hot water and turned as green as emerald green, Wu Zimo sighed. It was indeed top-quality. Even someone like Wu Zimo who didn't know much about tea could feel the spirit and taste of this tea.
Seeing the boy's love for the premium rock tea, Scott's eyes darkened, and he wondered whether he should ask Xuanyuan Chengtian to send some more. There was only one kilogram, which was not enough for the boy to fill his stomach.
Fortunately, Xuanyuan Chengtian didn’t know that Scott had his eyes on his precious tea, otherwise he would definitely be angry with him!
"like?"
"Mm, it smells pretty good. Even someone like me who doesn't know much about tea feels elevated after taking a sip. Scott, you should try it too."
Perhaps it was really a matter of difference between the East and the West. Wu Zimo was very fond of this premium rock tea, but Scott, after taking a sip, only felt that it was a little fragrant and nothing else.
Wu Zimo saw that Scott drank this top-quality tea like drinking water, and he didn't say that Scott was wasting money like those tea lovers did.
The Alman has set sail. Since this time the Alman left the headquarters of the Condemnation Legion under the pretext of a honeymoon, the route and supply points along the way are fixed. Their target this time is the planet Tyka within the territory of the Mora Empire, and they plan to arrive there in half a month.
The reason why it takes half a month is to do more preparatory work. Wu Zimo didn't mind it at all, after all, the laboratory's affairs were more important.
The Alman was sailing in the universe, and the items in Scott's lounge were well prepared. Unless Wu Zimo was bored and wanted to go out for a walk, they could stay in the lounge until they reached their destination.
The two of them would definitely not do anything too dirty in the lounge all day long. Both Scott and Wu Zimo are busy people. Not to mention Marshal Scott, Wu Zimo had another inspiration when he was communicating with the subsystem of the main control system.
The inspiration of technology geeks comes suddenly, and once it comes, it is like a flood that cannot be stopped.
If the marshal hadn't seen Wu Zimo staring at the light computer for too long and was afraid that he would be too mentally exhausted, and hadn't pulled him out for some activities every day to relax, Wu Zimo, this tech geek, could really have held on to the light computer for his entire life without eating or drinking.
Today, Scott once again paused Wu Zimo's crazy typing. He also helped Wu Zimo, who had not yet come back to his senses from the various data codes, to put on an extra coat, and led him to the hatch of the Alman. Only when the cold wind outside blew did Wu Zimo come back to his senses.
"Eh? Where is this Scott? Where are we going?"
Wu Zimo saw that the Alman had actually landed at a very busy interstellar station. He blinked and looked up at Scott who was leading him.
"This is the planet Orena."
"Olena? This is Orena, no wonder it's so lively."
When Wu Zimo knew that he was going to enter the Mora Empire with Scott, he searched a lot of information about the Mora Empire on the Internet. While Wu Zimo said that he had learned a lot, he also remembered several relatively important planets.
For example, the planet Hamat, the imperial star named after the royal family of the Mora Empire, and several other planets that are famous for their humanities, technology, and environment. Among them, the planet Orena where they are now is the decomposition line of the Federation and the Mora Empire.
The ownership of this planet has always been controversial. In the end, when both the Mora Empire and the Federation refused to give in, each of them had to make half a step back, and the ruling rights of this planet were jointly managed by the Federation and the Mora Empire.
When Wu Zimo saw the introduction of this planet on the Internet, he felt that he was indeed a frog in a well. The universe is so vast that there are even planets like this.
They learned that they had arrived at the planet Orena, which meant that they would enter the territory of the Mora Empire next.
Wu Zimo was not in the mood to care about the rest of the itinerary. He was now looking at this planet jointly governed by the Federation and the Mora Empire with great interest.
Under the impact of two civilizations, the humanistic landscape displayed by the planet Orena really opened Wu Zimo's eyes.
Not only were there alien buildings that he had never seen before, but there were also people from the Mora Empire walking on the streets. Wu Zimo stayed close to Scott, and when he saw something that surprised him, he would immediately whisper in Scott's ear to share it with him.
Now our great MO really looks like a country bumpkin coming to the city. Fortunately, he knows not to embarrass himself on the alien planet. Whenever he expresses surprise, he speaks to Scott in a very low voice.
Wu Zimo was startled, but Scott didn't show any impatience on his face. Instead, he kept looking at the boy with a doting look, who was exclaiming in a low voice from time to time and chattering in his ear with his mouth close to his ear.
Looking at Wu Zimo who was so lively and active, Scott felt his heart soften. When Wu Zimo expressed doubts, he would patiently explain to him.
The two of them were like a beautiful scenery on the busy street, attracting the attention of many passers-by.
If Wu Zimo's previous fame was limited to the First Military Academy, after he became Scott Alman's partner, the entire Federation and even the Mora Empire knew this young man named Wu Zimo.
In addition, the Alman family issued a statement saying that the Marshal and his wife would go on a two-month honeymoon trip, one of the destinations being the famous tourist planet Tyche of the Mora Empire.
When this news came out, not only were the people of the Federation excited, but even the people of the Mora Empire began to look forward to meeting the patron saint of the Federation.
In name, the Federation and the Mora Empire have an unfriendly relationship, but in the interstellar age, whether it is the Federation or the Mora Empire, ordinary people's worship of the strong does not distinguish between race and nationality.
Scott Alman can be called the strongest sentinel in the galaxy. In fact, in the Mora Empire, the Marshal also has a lot of crazy fans.
Just today, I saw the male god couple appear on the planet Orena. If I didn’t want to maintain the glory of the empire, I would have gathered around them to ask for their autographs.
The people of the Mora Empire were reserved, but the people of the Federation were not so reserved. When they saw the marshal and the guide who was said to be 100% in tune with the marshal, the brave ones ran over to ask for his autograph.
Wu Zimo was just talking to Scott about a Mora Empire man who had just walked by, who was in human form but looked very different from a Federation man, when he was stopped by an excited and somewhat nervous voice.
"Hello, my male god and my male god's wife, I am your fan! Could you please give me an autograph?"
On the road, he suddenly met fans asking for autographs or something. In the eyes of an ordinary person like Wu Zimo, these were treatments only given to celebrities. So when he looked at the little fan in front of him whose face turned red with excitement, he was a little at a loss for a moment.
I could only look up at Scott: Honey, what’s going on?
When around Wu Zimo, the Marshal's aura was always gentle, otherwise the little fan would not have dared to come over and ask for his autograph.
Scott received Wu Zimo's pleading gaze in his arms, raised the corner of his mouth, and then turned to look at the boy who dared to run over to ask for an autograph first.
The boy standing in front of the two men looked younger than Wu Zimo. His baby-fat face was red from excitement, making him look even more immature. However, his eyes were bright when he looked at Wu Zimo and Scott.
It can be seen that this boy is a determined and confident boy. Otherwise, many passers-by who saw Scott and the other man's excited faces just stood at a distance and watched, wanting to come over but a little afraid to do so. Only this young man was the first to stand up and ask for an autograph.
Scott was looking at the boy, which made him more nervous, fearing that his behavior would make his idol unhappy.
"Scott." Wu Zimo saw that the boy's eyes began to show a lonely look, and he couldn't help but pull the corner of Scott's clothes.
"Okay." After a while, Scott finally spoke.
The boy thought it was unsuccessful, but Marshal Alman actually agreed. He was so happy that he almost jumped up, "Thank you, my god!"
The boy immediately took the signed version in his arms with both hands. His hands were shaking a little due to excitement, but he still handed it to Scott very respectfully.
When Scott signed, the boy excitedly said, "My male god! I will take the exam for the First Military Academy this year. I will definitely become your junior fellow student, my male god and his wife!"
After hearing what the young man said, not only Wu Zimo, but even Scott looked sideways. Not everyone can get into the First Military Academy. Judging from the boy's appearance, he should be very confident in himself.
Wu Zimo took the autographed version, wrote a blessing under Scott's name, and then signed his own name.
"Then let us congratulate you first." Wu Zimo handed the autograph board to the young man in front of him. Although he really wanted to ask the other party to please stop calling him "Madam Male God" or something like that, as it was embarrassing to call him that.
But before Wu Zimo could speak, an awkward voice in Federal language came from behind the boy, and the tone made people want to beat him up.
"Are you Scott Alman?"
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