Star Wars: The Silver Pledge

In the early morning, in the green lower city of the capital of Bergamoor, in front of the ruins of an abandoned building due to fire.

Sean was wearing a typical downtown slum shirt, and he walked slowly. Feeling the feedback force from his feet, he quickly locked on to a pile of burnt Bega tree dead wood. Judging from the touch under his feet, the pile of dead wood was There should be a hidden underground passage leading to the President's estate,

However, Sean didn't approach in a hurry, but lingered by the ruins for a while, taking advantage of no one's attention, he took a step and stepped on the pile of dead wood.

Everything was like an illusion, Xiao En's feet were empty, and he fell downwards.

It turned out that the pile of rotten vega wood was just a thin optical camouflage net to hide the existence of the secret passage. To be honest, the technology is not very powerful, but the concealment method is quite clever.

Not long after the fall, Sean had already stepped on the ground in a blink of an eye, but at the same time, two dark muzzles appeared in front of his eyes.

"Who are you?"

The two gunmen wrapped in black clothes asked coldly.

Sean didn't rush, and according to the established plan, he waved a piece of metal that could only be held by the staff of the manor in front of the man in black, and said, "From today onwards, I will replace that blue-skinned Mithro." I'm trash."

The men in black looked at each other, and one of them turned on the holographic projection device and asked the manor for verification.

Not long after, a blue holographic projection of a Latron with four arms appeared. Compared with the height of less than 1.5 meters, the huge head was twice the size of a human, and the chef was almost the same height The hat is full of presence.

This Latron with rubbery skin has meticulously arranged the thick beard and hair on his cheeks, his small eyes are narrowed into slits, and with his tightly pursed lips, he clearly shows the majesty of the superior, even the pure white The chef's uniform is like a nobleman's robe. And from the respectful demeanor of the man in black, it is not difficult to judge the status of this Latron man in the presidential manor.

Marino Pomana, the head chef of the Presidential Manor, has followed Jamie Brasson for more than ten years and has been in charge of his catering for a long time. He is an out-and-out confidant.

"Who are you?" demanded the Latron.

Sean chuckled and said, "I'm your new dessert chef."

The Latron narrowed his eyes, stroked his chin with his left hand, and stirred the broth with a long-handled spoon in his right hand.

After a long while, the Latron said: "As expected, it is a mistake to trust the Mithrol people. You can't even keep your own ID card well. You two, kill him."

However, before the man in black ordered to shoot, Sean had already thrown out the bait: "Detoxified Vishoke spider eggs, simmered in 74 degrees vine spirit soup for 20 minutes, this is Mithrol People's so-called dessert recipe."

Hearing this, the Latron immediately screamed, "Wait!"

The two men in black almost flinched.

"Is there any more?" asked the Latron.

Sean said: "The fat of the jumping beast can be used to melt the hardest natural sugar on the planet Kashyyyk to make a good syrup."

"Is there any more?"

Sean said: "If you can save a little time, when I enter the kitchen, I can tell you as much as you want to know about this small trick."

After these arrogant words, the Latron man pondered instead, and after a while, he waved his hand: "Let him come, the Mithrol man is not here, there must always be a substitute in the kitchen. What's more, your Boss, that watchdog who claims to be of Mandalorian blood has been complaining about the boredom of life, so it just makes him move around."

After speaking, the communication was cut off unilaterally, and the two men in black looked at each other, before saying coldly to Sean, "Follow me."

Xiao En walked forward silently, but he couldn't help feeling in his heart: You are indeed a master.

In the conversation just now, the lines were basically based on the script revised by the master. In just a few words, it was almost perfectly calculated to see the Latron chef, the man in black, and even the legendary Mandalorian. The change in the mentality of the doormen also revealed serious loopholes in the internal management of the president's manor.

He was obviously a stranger who came out of nowhere, but he was able to use his tough posture to scare the Latron chef into opening the first door for him to enter the manor.

However, it is really fortunate that these lines have been polished by the master. If I follow my original lines, I will probably encounter problems. My grasp of people's hearts is still not good enough. Compared with the lines corrected and perfected by the master, the routine I originally designed is three sentences less, seven words less.

This is the gap!

Filled with emotion, Sean boarded the orbital airship in the underground passage, spent ten long minutes in the dark passage, and went through a security check circle before finally arriving at the legendary Luluoqiu Manor from the underground passage.

It was a refreshingly gorgeous manor, where plants from different planets were subtly grafted together, presenting a delicate yet wild charm.

Sean was engrossed in watching, and his footsteps involuntarily paused, making the man in black beside him sneer.

"Are you stupid? Ha, then open your eyes carefully. At least half of the plants in this garden are names that you can't name even if you look through the plant encyclopedia."

"What are you talking to him about? The boss will come right away. If there is a problem, it will take a few minutes. This guy just doesn't know about the new fertilizer under that tree."

Sean was amazed at the maintenance cost of this manor. He did a simple mental calculation. Just by looking at what he saw, the plants he could identify came from at least 20 different planets. According to the local plant export price, Estimated by the shipping cost of interstellar voyage, the introduction cost is at least hundreds of thousands of Republic credits. As for the maintenance cost, it is also sky-high. In an ecological circle where plants and plants coexist, the annual maintenance cost will not be lower than six-figure credits.

And this amount of money is enough to free tens of thousands of poor people in the lower urban area of ​​the capital Green Sunshine from the filthy environment overflowing with stinky water.

This is the estate of a dictator who wantonly exploits the wealth of the entire planet.

Sean felt emotionally, when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind him.

Looking back, Sean saw a burly man in full armor, and the helmet with the T-shaped eyepiece on his head seemed to be an extremely conspicuous business card.

In this regard, Sean smiled just right, and said before the other party opened his mouth: "It's actually a Mandalorian!? What a coincidence, I only met your compatriots in a bar in a nearby galaxy a month ago. They have a People are being recruited for important work. I heard that there are their compatriots in Bergamoor, and they are eager to come to recruit people."

The Mandalorian born in Bergamoor immediately stopped in his tracks.

Xiao En smiled again: "They heard that I was coming to Bergamoor, so please ask me to investigate the news first. If it is a rumor, they will save their time in vain. But it seems that it is not a rumor, now There is no need for me to refute the rumors..."

Having said that, the tall gatekeeper suddenly said, "Go down first."

The two men in black were a little stunned, but as the mechanical arm on the back of the janitor unfolded and the muzzle of the blaster gun pointed at their heads, the men in black fled.

At the entrance of the back door of the manor, only Sean and the gatekeeper were left.

"I...I have an important job here." The voice behind the helmet seemed dull because of the metal insulation, and even trembling, "I can't leave the President's Manor."

"Oh, even the call-up order from your compatriots won't work? Aren't you from the same clan?"

"...Yes, we are not the same clan."

Sean smiled and said, "I haven't said what clan they are yet. But it doesn't matter. I'll help you write an email and tell them that the news of Mandalorians in Bergamoor is purely a rumor. After all, everyone has their own difficulties. , going out is to understand each other and help each other."

"Indeed." The janitor finished dryly, and pointed behind the door, "You have passed this level, but the Latrons are not as easy-talking as I am."

Passing over the gatekeeper, Sean couldn't help feeling sorry: It really is just a mental Mandalorian.

Although the probability of the president owning a genuine Mandalorian watchdog is very low according to the previous investigation, it is still a pity to witness it with his own eyes. The relationship between the Mandalorian and the Jedi can be said to be incessant and chaotic. It is also a blessing to witness the demeanor of the Mandalorian.

Of course, from the perspective of mission execution, it’s better if you don’t meet them. After all, the genuine Mandalorians are not only powerful in combat, but also have extremely keen intuition. It’s not easy to pretend to be under his nose for several days.

Beyond this starter, the next focus is on Chef Latrones. Judging from the previous intelligence, we must be more careful in this level.

And in the back kitchen cleaning room, the gatekeeper has been waiting for a long time.

The chef of the estate, a four-armed Latron, Marino Pommana.

At this time, the four-armed chef was wearing a distinguished chef's hat and stepped on a footstool as tall as a person, looking down at Sean from a height.

"I didn't expect that Mandalorian to actually let you in, but it's not so easy to come to me, because to be honest, after getting the know-how from the Mithrol people, the manor doesn't need a new dessert chef now. "

Hearing this, Sean couldn't help laughing and said, "Then you might as well use this kind of empty talk trick to copy the Kashik cake that the people of Mithrol are proud of. I hope you can use this to please the president."

The Latron was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, since you don't like empty talk, let's do it on the spot."

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the high ottoman, and the two hands on it hooked their fingers at Sean, signaling to follow.