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Chapter 61 "Nineteen"

After all, the surname Littorio, although the exposure rate is not very high, is indeed a pure noble surname worthy of attention.

But fortunately, what Nalia provided was not an old document from the previous federal period, and it did not attract attention.

"We just want to leave the empire. You know, it's really hard for us to continue living."

Gulu should have been taken away by the demihuman just now, and the demihuman should not have done anything excessive to him, right?
The alliance is not an empire, and the attitude towards demihumans here is still very friendly...

"Yes, yes, we have no ill will toward the league."

Back in front of the eyes, Moral on the side also kept explaining to the customs officers on the side, but it seemed to have little effect.

"Don't look around, look into my eyes."

In fact, I didn't spy around subjectively. Apart from being a little worried about that little guy, I was just observing the state of Moral and Nalia.

Their state of mind determines whether I need to change my plans and be patient enough to get the information I need.

Moral seemed a little nervous, but Nalia remained surprisingly calm.

But taking a step back, there are enough things here to arouse the curiosity of almost everyone.

"Sorry, please continue."

"Next, we need to check your belongings. You don't have any comments, do you?"

So these people should actually be called "armed police"?
Or is it the army of the Union?

It's hard to imagine a border checkpoint with... an ion beam saber.

"Please."

After figuring out the current situation, the question became a simple multiple-choice question.

But what bothered me was the three left-handed isolimintadine left over from before.

What to do, how to explain it?
What medicine do I need?And then show him the wounds on my body?
It seems that it is not unacceptable...

"You can't tell me that you just ran to our territory just because you couldn't stay any longer?"

Squinting his eyes, he glanced at the three of us again. Now he should confirm that I am the leader of this small gang.

"Or is there some ulterior purpose?"

From my subjective understanding, the yellow alarm is not the kind of "enemy" who leaves a criminal record or is rejected by the alliance registration.

It should just be that our identities are in doubt, or that these people should be noticed in other ways, right?

Moral kept winking at me, and occasionally looked at Nalia, probably hoping that Nalia would take the initiative to reveal her identity to resolve the misunderstanding.

But it seems that Nalia doesn't seem to want to show that she is a Ram princess.

Then if you want to get permission to enter the country without revealing Nalia's identity, you may have to make some exchanges.

I'm about to touch...

Tsk, should I say that?

"I think you're right..."

"Ordinary people shouldn't carry such a large dose of illegal drugs with them?"

My wounds, why don't you just tell him about their bombing of settlements on UP-EST III?
You must be willing to hear about the scandals of your enemies, right?

What's more, the enemy turned the scandal into dirty water and poured it on them.

"Um!?"

The staff in front of me registered the three QP-17 syringes they found from me, and handed them over to the chubby chief officer in front of me.

"Don't you feel the need to explain?"

After seeing clearly what was handed over, he even opened the cap, and after confirming that it was indeed three syringes, the person in front of him looked at me with "interest".

At least I think he did suddenly become interested.

"I think……"

"few……!"

Just as I was about to speak, a bold female customs officer ran in and interrupted what I was about to say.

"Section Chief,..."

Although he whispered, it was obvious that our "existence" disrupted what he wanted to say before, and judging from the look in his eyes just now, even the word less should not have been heard by us.

He exchanged glances with Nalia and Moral again, although all of this would be seen by them.

So little... what do you mean?
According to the section chief who changed his words later, it should be a title, right?
Master?

No, not right.

Section chief is a job title. If he wanted to call the young master, which is obviously more like a status title, then calling him sir should be more in line with the principle of coherent thinking.

Then what is it, if it is related to the army...maybe a major or something?
Or a second lieutenant?It can't be... a major general, right?

In fact, to be honest, I am not very clear about the official ranks of the alliance, but if there is a section chief, there should be a deputy section chief.

So at least it won't be the lowest-ranking second lieutenant, wait...if a warrant officer, eh?
Is there a warrant officer... coming?

Gee!
"Okay, I get it."

It seems that I have finished reporting the situation. This episode almost allowed me to directly confirm their alliance army attributes.

Then they must really want to hear the next story.

"Let's continue, where did you just talk?"

Although it can be seen that his smile has become a little stiffer, but he still controls it to the extent that he tries to make himself look more amiable.

Presumably the news just now was not good news.

"Oh, forget it, there's nothing to hide."

Let's act like we've made up our minds a little bit, after all, what we're going to say next will be a scandal.

"You also know that your alliance bombed our UP-EST III residence before..."

There was no unnecessary reaction on the expression, and he just looked at me without feeling.

This means that in fact, they should and probably already know about this matter, right?
"please continue."

But the tone is a little more serious, which is a good thing.

"Well, we are the survivors who escaped from there."

The twitching of the eyes means that he is interested in my words. If I take the initiative to pause at this time and show the feeling of fear that he hesitates to speak, and if he is really interested in what I want to say, he should...

"You can continue."

"Uh, you sure don't know how scary that is, it's just...!"

By the way, if a normal person thinks back to such a horrible scene, they should be very excited, right?

At least...you shouldn't be as calm and calm as me, right?
"It's hell on earth!"

Or push the table away and stand up and shout twice?
Then they can't be so calm, can they?
Surprisingly, it was Moral who gave me a wink in the opposite direction, just like the tacit understanding when he cheated on work points before, it can be said that he understood.

Man, he got my point!

It's fine, as long as one of these two people can cooperate with me, the other should also understand the situation in front of me.

that……

"You don't know, you don't know that kind of scene like the end of the world..."

The customs officer on the side also walked towards me, trying to control me, but was waved away by the major in front of me.

Hmm... let's call him Major.

Slowly making a trembling look, he glanced at Moral from the corner of his eye, and he had already begun to fall into a state of "restlessness".

"They were killed in front of my eyes, and those houses and buildings fell down in pieces..."

I don't know if this looks a little deliberate, but since it's all here, it has to be a full set of drama.

"topple!"

"Bang! Crash! Hey, they're all dead!"

Moral was also very cooperative and surprised, which also made the customs officers guarding next to Moral at a loss.

As for Nalia... I can see it naturally when I change the direction when I tremble later.

"Blood... blood everywhere, and fire, all fire!"

That's right, she got it too!

I saw that Nalia was already squatting on the ground, holding her head in her hands and curling up into a ball. Although it was funny, it could be seen that she was trying her best to make herself tremble...

But there is one thing to say, this actually looks more like to outsiders... Try to control yourself, so that you don't continue to tremble...

This can also be regarded as a typical example of a crooked attack, right?
"They cast devil fruit from the sky, and they shall be cursed!"

But the fly in the ointment is that I don't believe in the church like most people in the Empire, so I can only rely on imitating some tone of voice to enhance my credibility.

But this should also hurt Daya by mistake, because they don't care whether I really believe in the church, in fact, they probably don't care whether I am a real imperial person or not.

All they cared about was whether I actually survived it.

"Everyone is dead, everyone is dead..."

At this time, you should raise your head slowly. You only need to widen your eyes slightly, and then try to squeeze your eyeballs with your eyelids. As long as you use the force for a longer time, and at the same time hold your breath, you can create a red-eyed excitement. scene.

"What about you?"

They looked into my eyes, I should look pretty similar, right?
"How did you survive?"

Letting him ask me some things will be more credible than if I take the initiative to say it.

"No! No no!"

"I ho, ho! Die too!"

And at this time, you should stand up. Since you want to show your wound, you should let him see it clearly.

"Look, look!"

As she approached him, panting, she lifted her clothes.

Although the wound was almost healed, this hideous expression indicated that the wound would not completely disappear for a while.

"I should have died, but they saved me, they saved me!"

Repeating what I have said can also show from the side that my mental state is not stable, implying that if someone hadn't asked me actively, I would not have said such words.

"Yes, ha, medicine, medicine!"

Now is also a good time to explain to him why I have three QP-17s on me.

(End of this chapter)