Colonial Suit

The blond priest? Is that Robbie?

Whitlock got up and walked towards the living room. He was curious, what was Robbie doing here at this time?

Entering the living room, Whitlock saw Robbie standing in front of the French window. He was wearing a blue priest's robe, looking full of sunshine. Hearing Whitlock's footsteps, he turned around... revealing a bright smile.

"Long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see." Whitlock smiled slightly. He liked Robbie because he always felt a gentle aura around him, which calmed his mind.

Robbie was one of the first mercenaries he met and one of his few friends. Whitlock didn't mind relaxing a bit in front of his friends.

He walked to the liquor cabinet, picked up a bottle of whiskey and shook it at Robbie. "Want a drink?"

"Sure." Robbie nodded with a smile, then took the glass. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, looking tempting. Robbie raised his glass to Whitlock with a very elegant smile.

"I heard you've been promoted to trainee, congratulations."

"Thanks." Whitlock also grinned, clinking glasses with Robbie.

"Clink..." The two drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the glass, Whitlock relaxed and sat opposite Robbie, sinking into the soft sofa. "Alright, what's this about?"

"You're always so direct." Robbie shook his head helplessly. "Isn't me congratulating you on becoming a trainee mercenary a reason?"

"Just one of the reasons." Whitlock grinned. "But I don't think it's worth you making a special trip. If I remember correctly, you've been on a series of missions recently."

"I can't help it, I'm not like you, taking down a meteor-level with one move." Robbie replied with a wry smile. "I'm a poor man. If I don't take on missions, I can't even pay my subordinates."

"So what's your purpose this time?" Whitlock raised an eyebrow.

"A collaboration." Robbie didn't beat around the bush and said it straight. Just as Whitlock knew him well, he also knew Whitlock's personality. Circling around was meaningless to both of them. He walked to Whitlock's side and placed a smart device on the table in front of Whitlock.

"I think this will be beneficial to both of us."

"What's this?" Whitlock frowned slightly, then turned on the smart device.

A massive amount of data flashed on the smart device's screen. Whitlock was immediately attracted after taking a glance. After carefully browsing all the data, he took a deep breath.

"A combat race? You want to recruit retainers?"

"That's right." Robbie smiled slightly. "This is a new planet developed by the Mercenary Headquarters. They discovered a powerful combat race on it. Many mercenaries are planning to go there and try their luck. I'm also very interested."

"Sounds good." Whitlock glanced at the data on the screen.

This was a combat race called the Koryn, located on a newly civilized planet with a low level of civilization. The Koryn were natural warriors. They were not only brave and warlike, but also had excellent genes, and could often naturally awaken as ability users. Therefore, their combat power was extremely strong. They were recorded in Hensel's notebook to Whitlock.

It was just that the Koryn were not widely distributed in the universe, so few people had discovered them.

They were good candidates for retainers. Most importantly, because of their recent civilization, their civilization level was only level six.

Retainers from the Sixth World were exactly within the range that Whitlock could recruit now.

To be honest, the moment he saw this data, Whitlock was a little tempted. He had just become a trainee mercenary, and it was time to build a team. If he had Koryn warriors as retainers, he would get powerful assistance no matter what he did.

But the problem was, he had his own affairs.

"I plan to go to X35 recently, this collaboration is probably not going to work." Whitlock took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff. His eyes were empty in the smoke.

"I haven't been back for a long time, I plan to go back and take a look."

"Not many cosmic mercenaries miss their hometown like you. Especially that doomsday-like planet." Robbie shook his head. He poured himself another glass of whiskey. "But I still want you to go this time."

"Why?"

"Because you need them." Robbie looked seriously into Whitlock's eyes. "You need them, as a newly promoted trainee mercenary. You need all the power you can get. Because the tasks you'll face next won't be as simple as they used to be. Power is the most important condition for survival."

"You don't want to mess around in vassal-level missions for the rest of your life, do you?"

"It's not bad." Whitlock smiled.

"No, that's not your personality." Robbie said seriously. "From the first time I saw you, I knew you were a guy who would never admit defeat. Being content with the status quo doesn't fit your way of doing things. And this is the best opportunity. Do you think it's so easy to encounter a rare combat race?"

"............" Whitlock fell silent. After a long while, he nodded. "You're right."

Robbie didn't use too much language to persuade him, he just stated a fact.

To survive, you need power...

Need not only physical body, spirit, will... but also external power.

Whitlock was a person with a very strong sense of crisis. Although he had left the doomsday-like planet X35, he never felt that he had escaped the danger. In the dark, it was as if something had been watching him, ready to tear him apart at any time. It was this sense of crisis that allowed him to survive on planet X35 and get to where he is now.

And this collaboration proposed by Robbie was something he could not refuse.

"I need some time." Once he made a decision, Whitlock wouldn't procrastinate and said it straightforwardly.

"I know, Master Hensel is teaching you a lesson. I heard about what happened yesterday." Robbie laughed gloatingly. "It is said that Master Hensel almost demolished this space station?"

"Almost tore me apart too." Whitlock replied dejectedly.

"That's normal. Did you think you could fight a meteor-level without falling behind? If that were the case, we wouldn't be trainees. You have to know that in the eyes of advanced life forms, we... are not much different from ants." Robbie shrugged his shoulders. "And they... are perverts who are evolving towards advanced life forms.

"Do you know about advanced life forms?" Whitlock was a little surprised.

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"Of course... after all, I have to collect the knowledge of this universe for my Lord." Robbie made the sign of the cross very theologically. Then he said to Whitlock, "In fact, advanced life forms are not complicated, but they rarely appear below the fourth civilization. Because their genes are too good, they have longer lives, higher intelligence, stronger abilities, and stronger bodies than us. In fact, from a certain point of view, they are gods."

"The classification of the entire universe seems to be the division of civilization levels, but it is actually also the division of biological ranks. Only by becoming an advanced life form is it possible to enter levels above the Fourth World."

"And from the meteor level onwards, mercenaries begin to take steps towards the evolution of advanced life forms."

"Sounds good, but I know it must not be easy." Whitlock smiled.

"Very difficult." Robbie replied seriously. "In fact, this evolutionary process almost accompanies the mercenary's entire life. Most people do not complete it completely until they die."

"What about Master Hensel?"

"He has only completed half of it." Robbie said regretfully. "Otherwise he wouldn't be a meteor-level warrior, but a planet-level warrior."

Then Robbie drank the wine in one gulp, then stood up. "I'll go prepare during this time, come find me when you're done being taught a lesson. Although this is not a mission, it is still not easy."

"Oh? Why?" Whitlock also stood up and took out his smart device to record Robbie's contact information.

"Because we're not the only ones who have this idea." Robbie smiled. "You don't think we're the only ones who want the Koryn as retainers, do you?"

"Other mercenaries?"

"And space pirates..." Robbie sighed. "Now the Koryn are like a piece of honey, attracting many wild bees. If we don't hurry, I'm afraid we won't even get the honey residue. The only thing to be happy about is that its civilization is only level six, and there won't be too many strong mercenaries."

"Do we need to fight? With other mercenaries."

"That's for sure... and it will be very cruel. Because that planet does not belong to the territory of the T6 space station. We will definitely encounter a lot of trouble."

"Not in the T6 range?" Whitlock was stunned. His face finally changed.

Since leaving planet X35, he had not left the territory of the T6 branch. The universe was very large, and the territory of just one T6 branch was enough for Whitlock to explore for a long time. He had never thought about leaving this range.

But this collaboration was about to step out of this range. Whitlock was not ready for it for a while.

"We... always have to be ahead of others. Don't we?" Robbie smiled, bid farewell and left.

Behind him, Whitlock thoughtfully chewed on the meaning of his words, with a gleam in his eyes. "We??"

"Interesting."

After a simple tidying up, Whitlock went to see Hensel again. Naturally, he was beaten badly. But this time Hensel was careful and didn't indulge his aura too much. Yesterday, he almost destroyed the space station due to his carelessness. The higher-ups of the T6 branch had already talked to him. He didn't want to bear the punishment of the mercenary branch for this. Although this kind of punishment was meaningless to him, a meteor-level.

In the fierce battle, Whitlock's understanding of the battle situation became more profound, and he inadvertently integrated it into his own moves. This allowed him to last a little longer than yesterday. But in the end, he was undoubtedly beaten into the ground.

After the battle, Whitlock was covered in scars, and the colony was beaten to pieces again. But he still remained calm. He called to Hensel when he was about to leave.

"Sir... I've had some physical problems recently."

"What's the matter?" Hensel was a little surprised.

"I had a dream." Whitlock told Hensel about the nightmare he had been having. He had had this idea for a long time. Although he didn't know why this nightmare had been with him all the time, Whitlock thought that maybe Hensel could help him.

But he didn't expect that Hensel's performance was more intense than he imagined.

"Battlefield nightmare?" Hensel's eyes widened, revealing a chilling light. "Are you saying, you've been having such dreams?"