Realizing that Angstrom might adopt an uncooperative strategy, Soshyan narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly:
"How should I fight? It's not your turn, sage, to give you some advice, right? Even if I go to rescue the Colkeria galaxy, it's still a military secret. Is it necessary to inform you? Or is it that someone is planning to let the Red Pirates know?
Report?"
"That was never the intention."
This statement was very serious. Luskinia lowered his head slightly, but this did not mean that he gave in.
"It's just that we are the closest to the Red Pirates, and the other party will definitely find ways to interfere with our production. This is also true."
Soshyan thought for a moment and then said:
"Forget it, I want to talk to your casting director about this matter, face to face."
"This... the great sage has been busy coordinating production recently, I'm afraid..."
"Just convey my message. I hope to talk to him in person, because this can eliminate some misunderstandings between us and make future cooperation more convenient."
This is Soshyan's final concession, and he hopes the other party can understand it.
If Angstrom still chooses to refuse, then Soshyan will no longer have any thoughts of a peaceful solution - before touching Huron, he will completely solve this forging world that has repeatedly jumped, no matter what means he uses.
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After Luskinia was stiff for a moment, he also understood the hidden meaning of Soshyan's words, so he whispered:
"I'll pass it on."
"Well, the sooner the better, try to do it within a month."
"yes."
Everyone present basically knew Angstrom's virtues, so they were a little surprised when they saw Soshyan's rather tough attitude.
The meeting was over here, but before the meeting ended, Soshyan asked Luskinia to stay alone and added one more sentence.
"It's okay if the foundry director doesn't come to the Sagan system. We can meet on the planet Galen V."
This is the last step he can take to give in. Refusal by the other party will mean countless bloodshed in the future.
Luskinia didn't say much, just said that he would convey Soshyan's message.
The end of the meeting did not mean that Soshyan was free. He rushed back to the flagship without stopping, drafted some matters and provisions that had been determined in the joint meeting, and conveyed them to all parties in the name of the expeditionary force headquarters as soon as possible.
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Not long after Soshiyan returned to the flagship, Syllu Clemente also passed various inspections in another area of Eternal Loyalty. This area belonged to the group's senior servants and staff, and the wide passages were even paved.
There was a brown carpet, and all the men and women were wearing neat silver-gray uniforms and walking past in a hurry.
Silu Clermont, who is wearing an ice blue dress, looks particularly dazzling in this militarized environment. Men passing by usually glance at her subconsciously, but she doesn't pay attention to those around her.
Follow two maids wearing white uniforms and black dresses all the way forward.
Soon, after passing through two automatic doors, she came to a hall.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, she was led into a room.
This room does not look very big, but it is very exquisite. The sofas and chairs are decorated with fur, which can make visitors feel comfortable in a short time. The room is surrounded by crystal windows on three sides, and they all look naturally open -
In fact, they are all single-sided glass. Through the huge glass windows, you can see the busy civilian staff of the battle group below who are constantly drafting and revising documents at their posts, as well as reviewing various new documents and data that are constantly being sent in.
But when those people looked up, they could only see pitch black, and they didn't know what kind of eyes were watching them.
And no matter how lively it is down there, not a single sound is transmitted into the room. It is obvious that the sound insulation here is very good.
In the center of the room is a long table for entertaining guests. The shelves of several painted white wooden cabinets are filled with decorative jade cups and vases. The floor is covered with a thick carpet, woven with
The pattern is reminiscent of autumn maples, and near the glass window is a huge desk and chairs behind it.
Fresh yellow and red flowers are placed in conspicuous places in the room, trying to make the room more beautiful with their color and fragrance. It is not easy to feed such flowers on this cold steel battleship, Xilu·
Clemont was keenly aware that the status of the owner of the room was anything but ordinary.
At this time, there was a slight sound of heels hitting the floor, and then the door opened, bringing in a cool breeze, which dispersed the turbidity of the circulating wind.
Seeing that elegant figure, Xilu quickly opened the folding fan in her hand to hide her surprised expression.
She had previously guessed that Ms. Veronica should be a tall, even strong, female warrior. After all, this was more in line with the overall atmosphere of the Adeptus Astartes.
To be honest, she would not be surprised even if a female Oglin appeared, but she never expected that there would be a beautiful flower in the belly of this cold steel beast.
She wore a simple white shirt and a black knitted hip-covering mid-length skirt, which outlined her slender figure. The skirt was opened to the knees. When walking, her legs could occasionally be seen wrapped in black thin silk.
Wearing a pair of black high-heeled shoes and holding an exquisite data pad in his hand, he looked elegant.
Xilu considers herself not an arrogant person, but she has enough confidence in her appearance, but today she feels a rare sense of frustration. The other person's fair, delicate and slightly pointed face and facial features are better than any artist's.
The marble carvings are even more perfect. The long black hair is tied behind the head, and under the thin willow eyebrows, the gentle eyes are shining with a magical look. Although there is almost no makeup on the whole face, only the small lips are
Even with a touch of pink, it is already stunning.
Can humans really be so beautiful?
Syllu Clemente had such doubts in her heart, and she didn't know whether she asked such a question out of frustration or jealousy.
Suddenly, she noticed a detail. The lady was wearing a simple silver ring on her left ring finger that looked like it was made of alloy. There seemed to be a pattern engraved on it. Although she didn't know if it was a wedding ring, it was large.
The probability indicates that she is already married.
It stands to reason that her husband should also be a member of the war group, but considering her status, what kind of person in a war group can be worthy of her and marry such a beauty?
How high is that person's status?
Suddenly, a thought came into her mind, causing her shoulders to tremble slightly, but she immediately denied this ridiculous idea.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
She even believed that the Milky Way would be destroyed in the next moment, but that weird idea just now would never happen!
On the other side, Veronica is also observing this girl.
One of her hands holds an exquisite feather fan, but this is just an illusion. It cannot cover the girl's delicate face at all. The lace collar surrounds her neck. Under the light, her delicate face looks beautiful.
Her skin is as crystal clear as pearls, but what really attracts Veronica are her sky-blue eyes—especially the snowflake-shaped prosthetic eye.
Then when Veronica's gaze moved downward, her eyebrows suddenly raised slightly.