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Chapter 60 "Eighteen"

Thanks to the help of the space station facilities, the engine warm-up of the passenger ship we were on was completed very quickly.

The huge and obvious roar is accompanied by regular tremors, and it becomes coherent and quiet after lasting less than a few minutes. Unlike the military core, this super-powerful response-energy-gathering core is also jokingly called "cosmic core" because of this feature. tractor".

But you really can't find a more powerful mechanical heart than it.

"Sir, fasten your seat belt according to the instruction manual!"

A flight attendant in front has already begun to check whether the passengers are seated and fastened their seat belts.

This simple device developed by early humans on high-speed vehicles has always been considered a reliable and effective safety protection device.

"The inspection of cabin 33 is complete, the number of people is 277, all of them have been..."

You can tell how busy the flight attendants are by watching them leave after checking.

According to her report just now, this cabin is No. 33, and it holds 277 passengers...

If it is 30 times 300, there will be about 9000 people, let's count as [-].

Our cabin is probably at the front of the middle section. It is simply estimated that this ship can carry at least [-] passengers at a time for ultra-long-distance space voyages.

Such capacity does not count the cargo carried in the cargo hold...

Moreover, the scent on her body just now smelled quite nice...

The lights in the cabin seemed to have dimmed, and Gulu was woken up and put on his seat belt. It has to be said that this design that can pass through the fixing slot is very reasonable.

So why did I choose to run with a tow bottle before?
After I made a face at him to make sure he was doing well, I was able to focus on myself.

"There are 5 minutes left before entering the jump."

Thinking about it, this is also the first time I feel the space jump in the No.1 way, right?

Will there be any feeling of discomfort?

I remember that when they got off the ship, they didn't feel too much abnormality, or is there some difference between civilian jumps and warship jumps?

I started worrying again, this should be a very mature technology, there should be nothing to worry about, right?

This problem, alas, when can it be corrected?

"Wash ~ woo!"

The roar of the engine that had been calm in the ear roared again, and the dimmed cabin lights were once again turned down, giving people a feeling that this is actually a very dark, very dark red color. Optical illusion.

The ears also have a sense of inflation caused by pressure changes, and it seems that some pressure should also be added to the cabin.

Recalling the scene where the fleet jumped into the arena just now, the purpose should be to protect us, right?
"There are 1 minutes left before entering the jump."

"Woo~!"

The sound of the roaring engine became more violent, bringing a distinct vibration that made the ship seem to be gasping for breath.

coming soon!
"3, 2..."

Centrifugal...

When I can understand the surrounding environment in the correct state again, I don't need to think too much, the jump should have been completed.

No matter how much I concentrate, no matter how seriously I want to feel the state of jumping, I can only feel the huge centrifugal force acting on my body.

The subsequent erratic shaking paralyzed my semicircular canals, bringing about a severe seasick reaction.

That's the experience I've tried my best to feel, funny isn't it?

The gentle sunlight pierces the darkness in front of me through the porthole, bringing me a sense of joy like the recovery of all things. This is the only feeling that makes me feel relaxed and happy from the bottom of my heart recently.

With such comfortable lighting, it should have successfully arrived at the passenger transportation facility of UUT-4E-VII by now, right?
It's just that I didn't expect that this passenger facility was built on the ground, and it also has an open dome.

At this moment, the air conditioner also increased the air volume in a timely manner, perhaps to help the passengers regain their sobriety quickly.

But honestly it's really comfortable.

At this moment, I really hope that I can just sit like this for a lifetime, and that's fine.

"Wake up, we're here..."

Slowly, perhaps because of the cool air from the air conditioner and the warm sunshine outside the window, more people in the cabin began to regain consciousness, and began to try to wake up more companions who had fallen into confusion due to jumping.

Speaking of the three of them...

Moral is already trying to unbuckle the seat belt, and it looks like Gollum will still hit Moral in that position... so I should withdraw the statement that the seat belt is properly designed.

Surely there is nothing perfect in the world, right?
"Well……"

The people around me also began to slowly regain consciousness, making raving sounds like stretching.

"Good afternoon, dear passengers."

Just as I was about to help Moral unfasten Nalia's seat belt, I heard the voice of the cabin radio.

"We have successfully landed on the mild planet with the identified coordinates UUT-4E-VII. This is the only mild planet in the UUT-4E galaxy..."

After hugging Gulu, he finally loosened the seat belts of Moral and Nalia at the same time.

In order to prevent accidental crushing and injury to young passengers, they set the child seat belt between the two seats and fixed the child with a harness, which made it impossible for the two people behind to untie the child without first unfastening the front child. Put on your seat belt.

"...Belia is now controlled by the alliance and is open and neutral, so it has also become an important berthing area on the route..."

The radio in the ear kept introducing the end of our trip, the mild planet called Belia by the locals.

Mild planets have quite strict certification standards, and are also recognized as the cradle of life. While nurturing precious life, it is also accompanied by considerable resource output. It is no wonder that the sun can be so warm.

"Ah~!"

Nalia also stood up and stretched.

Although...well...

Damn, it's only at this time that I remember that this guy is actually a woman!

"Huh? Is there something on my face?"

It's over, it's been found...

If you hurriedly explain what to write at this time, you will definitely be misunderstood and fall into a more passive situation!

You still have to calm down and talk about other things.

"No, I was thinking that there would be direct sunlight coming in from the outside, so it can't be open air inside, right?"

"Oh... right?"

What the hell is going on with this strange feeling, is Moral really not going to hang me on the gate?

With the hustle and bustle of the crowd, we finally slowly squeezed out of this huge passenger ship.

There is almost no extra luggage on hand, except that I am holding a small thing that can be called a cub and some necessary materials, Moral and Nalia are empty-handed, and they are out of place with the people around them.

As long as you observe whether the facial expressions of the people passing by are joyful, the luggage in their hands, the clothes on their bodies, etc., you can roughly know what the purpose of their trip is.

And we, who are plainly dressed, unarmed, and even seem to have the illusion of dragging the family, seem to be here to escape.

Looking at the long queue in front of us, the front end is the last checkpoint that hinders us - the Union Customs.

Any transport, including passengers, that enters directly from the Empire area needs to go through the customs inspection of the Alliance before being allowed to enter the territory of the Alliance. This is the same in the Empire.

But what troubles me is actually Nalia. Even though Moral and I are engaged in military auxiliary work, our identity cards are still civilian identities through and through.

As for her, a real marine... or an old aristocrat in the alliance-controlled area, how can she pass the inspection of the alliance safely?
So maybe smuggling is a better way, right?

"Sir, please log in with your identity."

After swiping the ID card according to the instructions, I got a yellow no-passing sign.

I looked around and found that the others were all green, so I was allowed to pass naturally.

Soon, other customs officers approached me. It seems that I have been included in some dangerous list, right?
But it shouldn't... run away?
From there, it still doesn't work, it's full of people, and I'm surrounded!
After winking at Moral secretly, I found that Nalia was also moving closer to me, but I think it would be a very unwise choice to stand with me at this time.

"Hi, may I ask if you can pass through this gate?"

Take the initiative to put aside the relationship with her, so at least she will not be included in the suspect, right?

Then Nalia also flashed the yellow color that made people die socially in doubt...

And then Moral...

In this way, the three of us and one child had no excuses or room for maneuver, and sat directly in the customs office...

"..."

Moral looked at Nalia, Nalia looked at me, and I was looking at the gloomy future.

"Name."

The tone is still calm, and to be honest, we did not enjoy the treatment of twisting and imprisoning.

"Linman, it's the same as my ID card, Ransta Lorinman."

Sitting in front of me was a bearded uncle. His slightly rounded body and the greasy feeling of middle-aged people really made people feel less majestic and oppressive.

"Well, I hope what you say is true."

Can this be fake?
"You three should know each other, don't tell me it's a coincidence?"

The lips are constantly quivering, the beard looks unshaven, all this tells me that the guy in front of me is actually quite easy to pass.

"Her name is Littorio Nalia, and he is..."

"Anal Gordos Moral."

Every time this happens, Moral will be in obvious tension, and I am afraid that there will be problems with him.

"What is the purpose of coming to Beria?"

After hearing our names, the middle-aged man in the customs uniform in front of him seemed to pause for a while, trying to think about something, but finally he refocused his eyes on my face.

Maybe it's because I feel a little strange about Nalia's last name, but I'm not sure.

　It’s been a few days since I wrote it, and it’s time for business trip training again. This time it’s estimated that it will take about 2 weeks. Although no one will read it, I still have to correct my attitude~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)