From star abyss

The bar is filled with dark blue light, a glass of tequila with mint and pepper, a bug warrior holding a laser rifle and playing guitar with a radiating wire, a silicon-based girl bartender staring at you with dead fish eyes, I chat with you every now and then.

The mercenary next to him drank too much. He was talking slang and swearing while spitting acid spit. He talked about political affairs and discussed how to cut off Red King's head, as if this would make Val The frontier satellite of Kiri Fortress breaks free from control.

This is Mintak'yko, the most famous bar in Valkyrie Fortress, but regular customers who come there simply cannot remember this awkward name.

"Heroic Soul"

This is their destination.

In the Valkyrie Fortress, where land is at a premium, not everyone can afford hotels and apartments. Even if they spend a lot of money to buy a house, the war between gangs and mercenaries, as well as the change of ownership by local snakes every day, make it difficult for everyone to live in a hotel or apartment. Most tourists who have just arrived here choose to stop at the bar.

"Did you read the news? I told you that Red King, a brat who steals things everywhere, will cause disaster sooner or later - look, the "United Group" was fined 1,200 by the Abyss Interstellar Alliance. Trillions of ammonium gold, this is their punishment to prohibit early repayment of loans to the Alat Federation, which is against society! "

A silicon-based man covered in crystals took a sip of heavy acidic lotion, and the circuit board of his blood vessels immediately glowed with red heat. His expression panel was dancing with excitement, for fear that others would not know how powerful the program he had generated was:

"If you ask me, this is the most awesome fine imposed on a narrative-level civilization by Layer Abyss, but the "Emperor of Heroes" is not a good thing. They don't have anyone, leaving the Alat Federation to resist [Purple Moon Society] Athenia's. "

"No, your idea lacks a macro understanding. Without the narrative level blocking it, these societies would have wiped out the Xingyuan a long time ago."

A clerical knight with a crocodile head finished his prayer and stuffed the classics into his arms. He grinned and said dissatisfiedly:

"In the past forty centuries, the "Annihilation Temple" has used the Star God's strategy to continuously launch wars and expand its territory by one-fifth. Although the "Emperor of Heroes" has also expanded its "proper time domain", it has only solidified two interstellar routes, with a total length of no more than 40 million light years. This is much better-looking than the priests of "Annihilation Temple". "

Sonorous!

A dagger was inserted on the wine table, and a sassy and beautiful elf immediately sat down between the two of them. She flicked her silver ponytail, and the exoskeleton armor on her body adaptively deformed, revealing her pretty chocolate complexion.

"Yo, Calvin Magnet, Crocodile Prophet. You two have eaten quite a lot today and have been criticizing current affairs early in the morning."

She carelessly put her feet on the table, picked up a glass of fluorescent magic beer, and said sarcastically:

"Here is the Philosopher King fighting the Pope, and over there is [society] invading 'civilization'. Hahaha, Xingyuan is so exciting, we are the bastards with our heads hanging on our waists, free servants who can't pay much tax a year Bing, you actually care about who is better and worse among the narrative masters, how awesome!”

"Flana Night Whisper, if your little mouth could be as beautiful as your dark elf face and body, you wouldn't have been a free mercenary for 90 years and still can't find a regular teammate." Magnet immediately said rudely shot back.

"Although Mr. Magnet is short-sighted, spits sand when he talks, and has a low IQ, honesty is one of his few good qualities."

The crocodile prophet drew a cross on his chest:

"May the omniscient and omnipotent Immeasurable Buddha protect you and escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, Amino."

"Fuck you." Dark Elf Flana raised her slender and straight ring finger: "When I go back and find a rich, young and handsome boy, you will all know that I was wrong."

"Then you can only find a blind man." Magnet said bluntly.

"Hey, you're eating silicon hydration compounds to get rid of sand, you're not done with it, right?"

"Don't fight. If you break something, you'll have to pay for it."

squeak——

While the three were arguing, the door of the bar slowly opened, and a young man with short blond hair and a blue and white coat slowly walked in. He wore a hood and looked like a mage, but he kept a low profile with those who cast spells. The restrained temperament is completely different.

When he does nothing, people will naturally focus on him.

"Hey, is he a new guy?" Magnet muttered.

"He's a carbon-based human mage. I don't know which human race he is from." The crocodile prophet could tell the racial and professional characteristics at a glance.

Dark Elf critical review:

"Tender."

Snap, snap.

The man went straight to the front desk, sat down, and said to the bartender:

"Annihilation Spring Brew, Argonian Blood Whiskey, Nuclear Ale, Cherry and Lemon."

"A cup of Valhalla, 25 ammonium gold."

The bartender said with a strange expression on his face:

"I haven't seen your face, but you don't look like you're new here. The mage probably won't end up hanging out in a bar with free mercenaries."

"Political asylum seeker." The young man said concisely: "Mr. Olafur once issued a reward for purchasing Ling Hibiscus, and the location of the tavern was marked on it."

"I see, I'm here to receive a reward." The bartender shrugged: "You're late. The materials Boss Olafur needs are already in sufficient supply. We won't be collecting this hibiscus in the short term."

The young man chuckled:

"I know, but I don't think Mr. Olafur will refuse a raw material production star that has not been enclosed, right?"

The silicon bartender's face was startled, and he immediately said seriously: "Please wait a moment."

The next moment, he inserted a data receiver into the interface on the back of his head. After the display on his face flashed for a moment, he reassembled a gloomy face, and his voice became old-fashioned:

"Do you have a radon production star?"

"You don't believe it?" the young man asked.

"Radon glutinous rice is the best raw material for silicon-based life care products. It can prolong the silicon-based life fire. The inert gas molecules can isolate crystal oxidation in the body. At the same time, radon glutinous rice is an irresistible delicacy for silicon-based life. ——This market is too big and the profit is too high. If you let me, a bar owner, get it, I can buy this street in one month."

The other party did not express doubts explicitly, but he repeated a point in every sentence:

A product of such high value as radon and glutinous rice is simply not something that a newcomer like you, who is just starting out and has applied for political asylum, can produce.

"Besides, you are not at the gamma level yet." He glanced at the young man, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "You haven't been an adult for a long time, have you? Are you in college? If you are in a hurry for money, I can give it to you. You have a job - but if you want to cheat, then I'm sorry, this is one of the most famous no-no-no areas in the whole layer of abyss, and there is no rule of law."

"Mr. Olafur, I think you misunderstood." The young man smiled and said, "I never said that I have a raw material planet that can produce radon wax."

"Then there's nothing to say. Go away. I don't have time to waste with you."

After Olafur said that, he was about to raise his hand and unplug the signal receiver.

"In this case, it's such a pity." The young man said regretfully: "I originally planned to think that that planet is a deserted land, and the civilization on it is still playing with stone tools and bones. It is famous for its hard work and hard work. 'Six-Eyed' Olafur, you should like it very much."

"Who knows, the rumors are untrue. It seems that the real Mr. Olafur is not willing to spend effort on development, and only wants to acquire ready-made high-priced radon-glutinous farms. If this is the case, then I can only find another one."

After saying that, the young man turned around and prepared to leave.

"--return!"

Olafur hurriedly shouted:

"You said...that planet is a no-owner's land? It can't be a secret planet that is being observed by interstellar civilization and used as a social testing ground, right? Is it really an independent planet?"