Star Wars: The Silver Pledge

Half an hour later, the boxy rental flying boat drove into the most prosperous area of ​​the star along the dense traffic flow. Looking down from the car, what I saw was the night lights that were brighter than the Milky Way. Thousands of flying boats advance in an orderly manner along the air trajectory, sending the dense crowd to their respective destinations.

"This is the real prosperous civilization." Sean sat in the car, full of emotion.

Compared with the green light seen not long ago, this city undoubtedly lacks a lot of glitz. There are neither towering tall buildings nor neon lights covering the entire city. But the prosperity under the feet is more real than reality. It is not a superficial project accumulated by a certain person in power who gathers the wealth of the entire planet on a whim, but is built on the basis of real manpower and wealth.

And there are more than ten cities similar to [Xiajing] on [Kun]! There are several satellite cities around each big city, and they are connected with each other by an extremely developed logistics network, and the whole planet is like one.

Also located in a remote area on the edge of the Milky Way, the dry galaxy and Bergamore are really different, and this also makes Sean feel good about this place.

Sean said: "Although there are many references to the prosperity and prosperity of this place in the materials, it is more touching to see it with your own eyes."

Mostima said: "So you have to read a lot of books, but you can't just believe in the books, you have to practice more."

"Yes." Sean replied seriously.

During the conversation between the master and the apprentice, the R2X7 on the driver's seat issued a series of electronic sounds. Sean was a little surprised and said, "Have you reached the place yet? Oh, over there? Master, look!"

Following the direction of Xiao En's finger, Mostima saw a piece of green mountains and green waters in the bustling steel forest, which was particularly eye-catching.

It was a sky garden built on the top of a high-rise building, but it was very large in scale. The lush green plants stretched all the way beyond the edge of the building, and gorgeous flowers were dotted among the branches and leaves of the trees. There was even a trickling stream among the green trees, turning into a The waterfall flows down.

"This is the tasteful bar you recommended? Thank you!" Sean gave the robot a thumbs up, and the latter responded with a cheerful electronic voice, saying that the fare can be discounted this time.

After a while, the flying boat docked outside a wooden platform at the edge of the forest. Sean paid the discounted fare and walked to the platform with Master. After the flying boat whizzed away, two young men and women dressed in black and white waiter costumes came over, greeting the visitors respectfully in Qian Kun dialect.

Mostima walked in front and asked for a private room in fluent Qiankun language. At the same time, Sean stepped forward half a step, and quietly sent a few valuable Qiankun coins into the hands of the waiter, making the two young men and women smile It became a little more sincere.

Under the effect of Qiankun coins, the master and apprentice quickly got the private room they wanted without making an appointment. Xiao En randomly ordered three or four kinds of Xia Jing's special drinks and snacks that came with the private room. After the waiter left, he put a plate for the master before eating and drinking on his own.

Mostima was not in a hurry to enjoy it, and remained silent for a while, as if lost in meditation.

A moment later, Sean was about to order two suppers when he heard a knock on the door.

Sean immediately calmed down, and his eyes became sharper.

The main show should be about to be staged.

Mostima was calm and said with a smile, "Come in."

The one who came in was an unattractive Togruta waiter, holding a silk note in his hand, and said apologetically, "Sorry to bother you, this is what the gentleman in the private room next door asked me to give to you."

Mostima nodded, took the note, and slipped a coin in, but the waiter pushed it back with a smile: "It's not allowed here, sorry."

Mostima was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't insist. He took back the coins, picked up the note, and fell into deep thought.

Xiao En looked at the coins that the master took back with great interest, and then walked behind the master, and saw neatly written on the snow-white silk cloth: "Envoys of the Republic, please come to [Golden Scale] to talk."

Xiao En couldn't help frowning: "It's weird how you look at it, is this really a contact person?"

Mostima said: "It may also be the Qiankun Group, but in any case, it is always necessary to meet each other. Since we have come here openly, there is no need to deliberately avoid anything."

After finishing speaking, the Jedi master got up and walked, her pace was very fast, and she came to the "golden scales" room in two or three steps. Pushing open the door, I saw a tall man in black sitting on the sofa, with a face of suppressed panic. After seeing Mostima, he became obviously more nervous, and his voice became sharper.

"It's an honor to meet you, envoys from the Republic, I didn't expect the two of you to come so soon..."

Mostima said: "Because the later you come, the farther you are from the truth, Mr. Nan Qianyu."

At the same time, Sean also locked the person's information in his mind.

The vice president of [Nanming Capital], a subsidiary of Qiankun Group, Nan Heli's younger brother, Nan Qianyu.

As a child of the wealthy Nan family in the galaxy, Nan Qianyu's biggest characteristic is mediocrity: talent, character, and perseverance are all mediocre. Compared with his two radiant older brothers, Nan Heli and Nan Yujin, he has been transparent since he was a child. Nanming Capital is not responsible for the substance, and only enjoys dividends. There is very little information about him, both in the Republic and in the dry galaxy.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he, as the representative of the Avengers, met with the Jedi master and apprentice... Is there no one in the Nan family?

Xiao En had doubts in his heart, but at this time the person in charge of the conversation was Master, so it was inconvenient to say more.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Nan Qianyu couldn't wait to get to the topic: "This time my brother was killed, I believe you have seen the reason announced by the group, but I still don't think it was a so-called accident! He must have been murdered! "

Mostima was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but stared at a gorgeous pattern on Nan Qianyu's chest, and then remained silent.

Nan Qianyu was stunned for a while, then reached out and took off the decoration with some embarrassment, and put it on the table: "Sorry, as you can see, this is a simple recording device. Something happened recently, which made me a little nervous. I usually carry it with me, and it is always on. I will close it now."

Seeing Nan Qianyu's calm attitude, Mostima didn't feel disobedient: "It's okay, just treat it as a memorandum witnessed by both parties. First of all, I want to confirm that the person who asked the Republic for help is indeed Mr. Nan Qianyu, you are not wrong?"

Nan Qianyu said: "It can be said that after the death of the eldest brother, I will be the representative of the Nan family."

Mostima asked, "Where is Mr. Nan Yujin?"

"Second brother has always been indifferent to family affairs, probably because the eldest brother was destined to inherit the family business since he was a child..." Nan Qianyu was obviously not interested in this topic, so he quickly skipped it, "In short, now I can Talk to the envoy of the Republic on behalf of the Nan family! In turn, I want to confirm that the two are indeed Jedi knights, right?"

Sean was the first to approach, and while looking at the pectoral, he raised his hand and said, "I'm just an apprentice."

Mostima raised his hand, and pulled a bouquet of blooming flowers in a vase in the corner of the private room to him, flicked his fingers, and the petals scattered in all directions.

This seemingly simple method actually contains an extremely fine use of the force. Although for most Jedi, this kind of showmanship is like juggling, but for many people who do not understand the Jedi and the Force, this simple and intuitive ability is the most efficient identification.

Sure enough, Nan Qianyu's breathing became heavy when he saw the power of Mostima flicking his fingers: "The legend is indeed true! The original force is omnipotent!"

Mostima frowned upon hearing this: "Do you understand the Force?"

Nan Qianyu said: "No, it's not me. I know almost nothing about the Force. In my impression, the so-called Force is probably the omnipotent lightsaber swordsmanship. There are also folk stories about your Jedi using the Force. Tales of destroying galaxies or something."

The Jedi have long been accustomed to these out-and-out misunderstandings. Many people in a closed environment have their own unrealistic legends and fantasies about the Force, and this Nan Qianyu is obviously no exception.

But now is not a good time to correct him, Mostima just nodded, signaling Nan Qianyu to continue.

"The person who studies the Force is my brother."

"He has been very knowledgeable since he was a child, and he is full of curiosity about everything, especially the affairs of the Republic, so he will continue to communicate with you, borrow a lot of materials from the Republic, and be fascinated by the study of the Force..."

"However, he himself obviously doesn't have any qualifications. In his words, he doesn't even count as those who are sensitive to the force. This kind of person ignores everyone's business and wants to study the illusory force. It really makes people want to No way."

Nan Qianyu's words seemed fragmented, but the Jedi master and apprentice listened very carefully and thought about it.

"Of course, my eldest brother is very talented. While distracting his attention, he can also make the family capital flourish. People like me who wait for dividends have nothing to complain about." Nan Qianyu laughed at himself, but then his face became serious up, "but now he is dead."

Mostima asked, "Do you think his death is related to Force research?"

Nan Qianyu said: "It's not what I think, but the eldest brother himself thinks so! He had already started to behave abnormally before he died! The company's affairs were left alone, and the internal regular meeting was absent five times in a row. God is so bad that he even shut himself up in a remote manor, as if he was hiding from someone!"

Mostima said, "What does this have to do with the Force?"

"Brother has the habit of keeping a diary. After he died, I read his belongings, and there was a very puzzling sentence in it." Nan Qianyu said.

"I have known for a long time that getting involved in this kind of taboo research will kill me one day. I really hope that I can turn back, but this is undoubtedly a luxury."

"Two days after this passage, my elder brother was found dead in his manor. The manor is located in the asteroid belt, and the location is hidden. There are satellite defense positions on the periphery, and there are professional security forces guarding the manor around the clock! Eldest brother obviously I already had a premonition that someone was going to kill him, but unfortunately, he died in the end."

Mostima stared at Nan Qianyu seriously, and asked, "So you're actually suspicious of the Jedi?"

"I..." Facing Mostima's gaze, Nan Qianyu suddenly felt his throat dry, and he didn't even dare to look at him again.

He took a breath, and poured himself a glass of wine from the wine bottle in front of the table—it was only the size of a finger—and drank it in one gulp. The strong alcohol immediately gave him the courage to speak.

"I do doubt you. I think this is a reasonable judgment based on reality. I don't know anything about the Force, and my knowledge of the Jedi is limited to legends, but my brother did die because of the study of the Force. This point, you can’t get rid of the relationship! What’s more, the elder brother has such a good relationship with the Republic, but he hid alone when he sensed the crisis, and didn’t ask the Republic for help, which makes no sense!”

Mastema said, "But you have appealed to the Jedi on behalf of the family."

Nan Qianyu said: "After all, in the entire galaxy, you are the ones who know the most about the Force. Whether you are the murderer or not, I want to see with my own eyes what the person who controls the Force looks like."

Mostima asked, "Now that you've seen it, do you still think we're murderers?"

Nan Qianyu was silent for a long time before he said: "I don't know. I'm not a big brother. I don't know anything about the Force and the Jedi. Even if I talk to you face to face, I don't know what you are thinking. In fact, you actually I was surprised to come to Xia Jing so openly, I thought you would not come."

Mostima pondered for a moment, and said: "Mr. Nan Heli has always been an important member of the Republic. His accidental death is full of strangeness, so we came here to investigate the truth in person. Mr. Nan Qianyu, I understand your heart very well. There was a lot of panic, but now you need to calm down and think about it rationally."

Following Mostima's words, Nan Qianyu's tense nerves gradually eased. He poured himself another glass of wine and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I should calm down..."

Mostima smiled and said: "I heard that there are two very distinctive regional cultures in the Gan galaxy. One is the vigilance of outsiders. In the past countless years, you have always had a strong distrust of outsiders. It is also one of the important reasons why you are so far away from the Republic; the second: All barriers can be broken at the wine table, as long as you drink to your heart's content, anyone can become friends."

As he spoke, Mostima picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a full glass, but it was a standard white water glass.