Eldgrim moved his butt and sat in a comfortable position on a chair that was not as good as his body. His body smelled of perfume, with curly beard and hair, and his delicate and loose clothes seemed to be to cover up his solid barrel figure. At the same time, he casually tapped the tabletop with his thick and short fingers and waxing it with his waxed fingers, and his eyes were staring at the pocket watch that was said to be accurate to microseconds by the eighty generations of owners.
This exquisite silver object can tell him the exact time of each area of ​​the Galaxy. It is decorated on its inside with seven smaller discs, representing the seven Galaxy regions divided by their race. The center of the Galaxy is the source of time and the gear in the core of the pocket watch.
To Elder Grim's annoyance was that there was no abnormal change in the time displayed on the clock or the speed of the pointer.
He looked at the time he was divided into several pieces by the Milky Way area, and finally realized a problem with an extremely serious mood—
That "distinguished guest" was indeed late.
This scene is almost murderous for Elder Grim, because the motto of the Great Sorien League is that time is money!
Elder Grim was not a businessman at the beginning. He was once hoped to become an engineer and tried to actively learn new knowledge, but in the end he still didn't learn anything. This made him reluctantly admit that his cloned brocade was indeed not suitable for cosmic science, so he stopped losing in time and was unwilling to insist on an adventure that was doomed to fail. This was the trick to make him rich.
"I'll say that these fanatical religious primitives are not trustworthy at all."
A mumble sound came from his left, and a strong and half-naked body was moving impatiently on the leather chair.
Even from the perspective of the furnace, Graham, who is burly, has quite strong and nearly rocky muscles, and can make people realize at a glance that this is a warrior. Even if he removes the plasma battle axe leaning against the table, shaves off the red Moganshi crown that increases his height by twenty centimeters, and then puts on him in a heavy miner's uniform, he still cannot hide his identity.
Various tattoos and metal interfaces were particularly eye-catching on his rough skin, with a circle of gray beards surrounding the square chin, and a piece of metal with loops embedded on his forehead.
"Their heads are empty, and they will only worship a corpse that has been rotten for ten thousand years, and it is even more impossible to have the concept of time!"
While speaking, the strong Fuchsian waved his arms, as if demonstrating against an invisible existence.
Seeing this, Elder Grim pressed his palm.
"Graham, the Rock Brokener, we are representing the Alliance to negotiate with the Empire's Expeditionary Forces, which may involve many extremely large transactions, and if it fails because of your rudeness, it may put your clan in a very serious debt responsibility."
When he heard about the debt, a strong furnace named Graham suddenly fell down.
Their clan's mines have suffered a devastating blow recently and now owes a large debt to financial institutions, which is why he responded immediately when his drinker Elder Grim sent an invitation.
No matter how much he doesn't like it, as long as the other party can afford the money, his axe must serve it.
"Maybe they look down on us at all. The commander is an Astarte. The arrogance of these transformed warriors is ranked among the top in the Galaxy."
Another calm and steady voice came to Elder Grim's right, a warrior with a broad face and neat short hair, with a very neatly constructed brown beard, with sharp eyes sinking under his slightly raised forehead, his body wearing sky-blue armor, with a rounded muscle-prominent effect, and the additional armor layer and bolts are reminiscent of the Castellan robot used by the Mechanics.
In addition to the armor, there was also a thick windbreaker, which was also sky blue and had white protective fabrics hidden inside the lining, making him look like an adventurer.
"Can you be more arrogant than Ada?"
Elder Grim spread his hands.
"Since Ondrey, you can even bear it with the Aida people, what about these transformation warriors? The last time you led the pioneer team to contact a group of primitive spirits, you brought a considerable transaction amount."
“From a technical perspective, I think the probability of reaching an agreement is very low, less than 3%.
The speaker was a fireman in gray work clothes, with pale hair and beard, wrinkles on his face as cracked rocks, some kind of optical device on his head, gadgets hanging on his work clothes, and a miniature motor whispered behind his waist, powering the work aids hanging on his arm.
"Master Aliyewu, not everything can be calculated and the Milky Way is always filled with unpredictable ghosts called possibilities."
"I feel uneasy. The heavens here are violent and chaotic. The evil gods are scattered and they should not stay for a long time."
The strange chanting led Elder Grim's sight to the last man, an old man with long white hair and almost a white beard with knees. He was wearing a brown robe with complex symbols, and a metal stick carved with the avatars of his ancestors at hand. All his hair was braided with golden rings. His face had a pair of wise but stubborn eyes and a slightly bloated nose. He was smoking his pipe in his mouth, creating a faint smoke in the reception room.
If you look closely, you will find that the smoke will turn into various animal patterns when it rises.
Facing this old man, Elder Grim showed respect and helplessness visible to the naked eye.
"Sect Master Walker, crisis and opportunity always coexist, not to mention that there are too many dangerous places in the Galaxy now than this. This is all good. And you took the initiative to ask to follow you this time, and now you suddenly say this... I'm very embarrassed."
The old man sighed when he heard this.
"As for heaven, the chaotic years, the evil gods and evil things are growing day by day, and will eventually cause great disasters. Recently, I have been feeling uneasy, and I don't know what the signs are."
Suddenly, the reception room door opened, and an existence that was huge for the people present came in.
"Hey, is Asatte of this physique?"
Graham stared at the copper bell-like eyes and watched the man walk in disbelief. His hands subconsciously touched his axe - he felt an instinctive threat.
The man named Weng Derek also tightened his face. Although his hands were not moving, his eyes became sharp.
Aliyewu, wearing work clothes, opened his mouth slightly, looking extremely surprised.
The big white-bearded Walker was still smoking a cigarette and staring at him without squinting.
As they observed themselves, Soshiyan was also watching these—
Chapter completed!