Interstellar Railway: Start To Build A Foundation

People who live in space are indeed different from people who live on the ground.

The most intuitive experience is that there will be no rising sun on time to wake people up.

For those who are used to waking up in the sun, waking up in space for the first time, most people think that today's sun is not strong enough to climb up from the horizon

Fortunately.

Except for Walter Yang and Bai Xuan, the crew members on the star train spent more time floating in the starry sky than their feet jumping on the ground.

Oh, forgot about Dan Heng.

The fairy boat still imitates the time in the hometown, with the sunrise and the waxing and waning of the bright moon.

At this moment, the star train.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of continuous knocking on the door interrupted March Seven's dream.

This is the daily wake-up call of the train conductor Pam, which is used to urge the passengers who have not yet woken up to get up and have breakfast.

"March 7th, why haven't you woke up yet?!"

Although her mind was still a little dazed, March Seven still slowly got up, removed the quilt that bound her chest, and sat on the bed.

She answered mechanically to the door:

"Wake up, wake up, come right away."

On the train, the conductor Pam is also a very difficult object.

The last person who provoked it seemed to be named Void Wanlai?

Then, she rubbed her eyes, and subconsciously pushed the person beside her:

"Xiaobai~Xiaobai~ wake up~"

"Wake up...wake up...?"

It's just that it feels a little wrong.

Bai Xuan's body is not so soft, let alone so big.

"No way......"

She checked again, and there was nothing wrong with the sense of touch.

Borrowing the faint light of the night light, March Seventh slowly turned his eyes and looked to the side.

She was holding a lump of soft things in her hands, and her master was lying on his side facing her.

She was wearing a white singlet, with a curvy figure, beautiful gray hair, and a lovely face.

"Um......"

It looks familiar, it should be someone I know.

"Um???"

She immediately became sober, her pink eyes widened, and she looked at each other incredulously.

Why is "star" here?

As if disturbed by the temptation and palpation of March 7th, "Xing" also woke up with sleepy eyes.

She first looked to the side and found that Bai Xuan was not there, and then looked at March Seven who held her conscience:

"Good morning."

March Seven puffed up her cheeks, her eyes were a little sharp.

"Well..………"

Star train, viewing carriage.

Pam staggered out of the guest car.

Seeing it was a little unhappy, Ji Zi showed a polite smile, and replied:

"Little Sanyue hasn't woken up yet?"

Pam shook her head first, followed by shaking her big ears, and then added:

"Should be awake by now."

Ji Zi looked at the passenger car not far away, and then at the seat where Bai Xuan usually sat, picked up the porcelain cup, and blew on the steaming coffee.

Then smiled lightly:

"Young man, so energetic."

at the same time.

Yalilo-VI, the Foundation's underground base.

Humans are really good adaptors.

Sambo laughed at himself.

When he came from the surface to the ground, his mood had entered a stable state.

He has accepted that he has entered a den of thieves, and is about to be taken by Dr. Bright, who has a lot of problems, to meet the Emperor of France, who must also have a lot of problems—

Fernand.

Sambo is no longer entangled in whether there is a conspiracy of Dr. Bright behind this, or whether he can escape unscathed.

When he is forced to be involved in a performance, what he should do is to try his best to integrate into the identity at the moment, play this role well, and enjoy the joy of the moment.

in other words.

...So, my identity is a merchant who has traveled all over the world, and now I come to meet the great emperor?"

Sambo is already in the game.

In this regard, Dr. Brigh is very satisfied.

But he still exhorted:

"Remember, although His Majesty the Emperor is sane from time to time, he can recognize obvious lies.

"Do you remember who I am?"

Sangbo stopped in his tracks, pressed his left hand on his right chest, bowed his body slightly, and saluted with his head:

"Of course, Lord Bright."

To say that the only shortcoming is that Sangbo's clothes at this time are not very solemn.

But this kind of clothing has a more exotic style, which can prove that Sambo is a businessman who has traveled all over the world.

Dr. Bright was even more satisfied, he mustered excitedly:

"Excellent, so I'm off to change, and I'll give the kitchen orders to prepare breakfast.

Seeing the back of Dr. Bright's departure, Sambo reiterated his request for food:

"Don't forget those French delicacies and sweet water you mentioned."

Dr. Bright smiled:

"Of course, there is no one at this site anyway."

After saying these inexplicable words, his figure disappeared around the corner.

Next, Sangbo took care of his clothes again, followed the signs on the foundation wall, turned left and right, and arrived at the sign marked

In front of the room of 【Containment-082】.

The wall next to it is a bit old, and even the wall skin is partially peeled off, exposing the structure behind it.

In stark contrast, it is the delicate double doors of this room.

It is red solid wood with a brass handle, which is worth a lot of money at first glance.

After confirming his identity with the guard at the gate, Guobo walked into it.

As soon as he entered, Sambo was shocked by the sight in front of him.

In front of him, there are not only warm sunshine, but also blooming flowers and green plants.

He, Sambo, had never seen such a sight in Belloberg.

What's more, it is the palace standing in the center, which has a lot of glass decorations, making it look rich and dignified.

On the ground, there are neatly cut white and black stone bricks everywhere, and a beautiful red carpet leads directly from the foot to the depths of the palace.

On both sides of the road stood brightly dressed guards.

At that moment, Sangbo really thought that he had traveled through time and space, came to another world, and witnessed another period of history.

After waiting on the spot for more than ten seconds, Sangbo heard the voice of the order sounded again and again, conveyed from the inside of the palace to the outside.

"Talk to the Merchant, Sambo, to meet His Majesty the Emperor—"

"It is said that the merchant, Sambo, has an audience with His Majesty the Emperor (aefj)—

Afterwards, Sambo stepped on the red carpet, entered the magnificent palace, and met His Majesty Fernand.

However, this His Majesty's human-like appearance really shocked Sangbo a little.

Is this really just a strange disease that can explain it?

Fernand, who sat at the head of the long table, had dark skin, facial hair like bristles, a slightly pointed bald head, a large and round jaw, a bulbous nose, and sunken jet-black eyes.

Although he wears a crown of gold and precious stones, and wears an expensive military uniform.

But Sambo only felt that there was a monster sitting there, not some emperor of the French Empire.

to be honest.

Even Cocolia, Bronya, or Jappard sitting there are more pleasing to the eye than this guy.

Seeing Sangbo enter, the emperor showed a very friendly smile.

He opened his mouth, showing sharp and sharp teeth, and said with a smile:

"A merchant from afar - Sangbo."

"My prime minister, Earl Bright, has already introduced to me your identity and your reason for coming."

"I am very happy that the reputation of the French Emperor Fernand I is being sung throughout the continent of Europe.

"Therefore, I bestow upon you the honor of sharing breakfast with me and the prime minister."

Following Fernand's voice fell.

The maids in classic and bold clothes served desserts, fruits, cream soup, mashed potatoes and other things in plates and placed them in front of them.

The servants on the side were preparing red wine and tea.

Sambo couldn't help but wonder to himself when he saw the elegant bone china tableware and silver tragedy.

At the same time, I asked myself whether my requirements for breakfast were too low.

Facing such a luxurious palace, there are breakfasts and expensive tableware.

The audience forgot about Dr. Bright.

Started to discuss the food in the picture and the luxury of the palace.

"I also want to become a containment object, is there any way to go?"

"I don't know, I'm also researching.

"You said, if you make yourself uglier than Fernand, is there any possibility of being captured by the Foundation?"

"I don't think so, and I'm still wondering about a question, how does Dr. Bright afford to support so many people, does the administrator need to replenish supplies here from time to time?"

"Yes, logically speaking, Fernand doesn't know that the Foundation has invested such extensive financial and material resources. Since he has no immortality and has a reputation of cannibalism, wouldn't it be better to execute him directly?"

"Not sure, maybe Dr. Brigh has a better solution?"

And in the picture.

Seeing that Fernand had started to use the knife and fork, Sambo also began to enjoy the feast.

The sweet smell and mellow taste stimulated his sense of smell and taste, making him immerse himself in this breakfast.

Is Fernand really the emperor? What does Dr. Bright's last sentence mean...

Sambo thought to himself.

Then, he looked up along the smear of whiteness in front of him, and saw a fairy-like maid arranging plates for him.

But then he noticed that everyone here, except him and Fernand, had a slightly bright and dim ring on their temples.

What's this?

Before Sangbo could think about it, he heard a loud voice:

"French Empire, Your Excellency, Earl Bright is here."

Sambo put down his knife and fork, and looked at the imperial prime minister together with Fernand.

Dr. Bright was seen wearing a set of court attire, decorated with complicated folds, lace trims, loose breeches, and a pair of high-end boots.

All of them highlight the nobility of his identity and the luxury of the palace.

Sambo noticed that he no longer wore the "lucky charm" on his body.

Dr. Bright bowed to Fernand, and replied:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Afterwards, he sat next to Fernand, chatting with him while eating.

Just when Sambo thought that this breakfast would be extremely peaceful and peaceful.

Fernand suddenly went berserk.

In front of Sambo, all the servants and maids, he opened his abyss-like mouth, wrapped around Dr. Bright's head, and began to chew, making a crisp bone cracking sound.

"Crack——click——"

"Wow--"

The knife and fork in Sangbo's hand fell on the floor tiles, and the sound reverberated.

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