The Sword of Galaxy

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The overall feeling of this town is: deadly.

The Empire has been paying close attention to territorial development and population control since the establishment of the empire for 50 years. Even small and remote places will be equipped with complete identification systems. The currency points are directly connected to the identification device. Paper money is extremely rare. If you exceed a certain number of points, you must swipe your identity card. Both parties of the transaction can see it at a glance.

But there is nothing here. There were no obstructions when entering the city gate. There were many empty stalls on both sides of the rough stone road. Several sporadic shops were filled with kora. Occasionally, housewives rushed out to shop, mostly using paper money they had never seen before.

Everyone was silent, shrugging their heads, for some reason it looked like a deep twilight.

Gavin and Heinrich walked to a small hotel, listening only to the owner sitting behind the gate and calling someone, speaking with a strong federal galaxy accent. They were still a while away from the shopkeeper, only faintly heard him saying, "Recently, the wind has been tight, and all the people who have left the city ... the Qianye door has also been locked, there is no way, we have no time to hurry before that ..."

The owner finished the call and turned off the communicator and sat there. Gavin and Heinrich stared at each other, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The owner looked up and saw that he was a ten-year-old unfamiliar teenager. His face was pale, his smile was mild and sincere, and his tone softened unconsciously. "What is it?"

"Come for drool," Gavin said with a grin, and he even spoke a fluent Union voice: "Uncle Trouble, our car broke out, and we came all the way ..."

Heinrich stood not far away, trying to converge on the strong lph of his body, and owed something as Gavin's words greeted him.

The shopkeeper looked around at them a few times, and when his eyes lighted up, he immediately got up and drew Gavin in. Please, "Come in, come in, it's okay anyway, there haven't been any visitors for a long time ... What do you want to drink? Moonlight Would you like flower wine? Would you like two ice cubes for you? "

Gavin quit, but went into the hotel with Heinrich and sat. The living room layout is decent, a few sofas surround the artificial stove in the corner, and the holographic projection radiates the true portrait of the singer of the Alliance era to the ceiling. At this moment, I don't know what is singing in sorrow.

"Your moonlight flower wine-" The owner brought two glasses of light blue iced wine, and asked enthusiastically, "Do you want something to eat?"

Gavin immediately stopped his hand that put the wine glass on the table: "Sorry uncle, we have no money on us, and we all left it in a broken car outside ..."

The owner gave a meal, but then he continued his enthusiasm. He had to put down the two glasses of wine: "It's okay, isn't it just a sip? When do you have time and when to get it? It doesn't matter-where did you come from? "

The owner put the tray aside and sat down on the sofa in front of the two of them to start asking. Heinrich glanced at Gavin inadvertently, and saw his face calm down: "North."

The owner asked strangely, "Meteoruhara? How many years ago there was extinction? Where are you going?"

At the same time, they both said that the original wasteland was called Meteorohara, and they must find an opportunity to check the Internet on which planet this is. Gavin paused for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Don't hide your uncle, I told him ... I didn't agree with him at home. I didn't tell anyone when I came out.

Most people in this town, including the shopkeepers, are bets, and they are not sensitive to oeg pheromones, but Gavin has just passed the estrus period, and the breath can not be removed for a day or two. The shopkeepers have doubts when they enter. Now that he said so, the owner was more certain, and wondered: "Are you-are you oeg?"

Gavin didn't answer, and sat slightly beside Heinrich, who immediately leaned over with interest.

Even the ratio of bet and oeg on the imperial capital Egret is 5,000 to one. This kind of small side planet does not know how the ratio is very different. The owner got up in awe and was shocked, and only half a while before he sat stunned and slowly sat down: "No-no

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