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Northeastern territory of the Milky Way, Outer Rim Sector, Planet Mandalore.
"I'm sure this is it... the underground wine cellar of the Sunset Bar." The hermit stood at the door of the underground wine cellar and crouched down to look at the messy bloodstains on the ground. "When I came here last time, I was attracted by the residents who behaved strangely.
I was too weak to take a closer look. This is where Vitaly Orlov was attacked."
"Look for any clues..." Grand Duke Satine Kriz said, looking around, "The door is locked, we need to find the key."
At this time, the door outside suddenly opened, and a bartender walked in with a tray. Seeing them, he was surprised and said: "Hey! What are you doing?! No outsiders are allowed in here!"
Satine frowned, walked over and asked: "Have you seen Vita here... ugh..."
Before she could finish her words, the hermit grabbed her and covered her mouth, "Listen, these people are still in a brainwashing state. Once certain keywords are triggered, the Death Guards at the console will know. They are
Find that person in this way..."
With a mixture of displeasure and petulance, Satine Kriz slapped the hermit's hand away, looked at the waiter in front of her and said, "Then what should we do?"
"You should come out now..." Bang! Jango Fett cut his carotid artery with a palm from behind. The waiter rolled his eyes and fainted.
"More than anything else, this is how you will attract the Death Guard!" Satine Kryze looked at Jango Fett with an unhappy expression.
One of them is the leader of the real Mandalorians, and the other is the Grand Duke of the new Mandalorians. They dislike each other from the beginning.
"Haha, when he wakes up, he will only continue to do what he is supposed to do, and will not care about anything else." Jango Fett said coldly, squatted down, touched the waiter, and took out a card.
I stood up and scratched the door of the wine cellar. The automatic door opened silently, and an inexplicable smell hit my nostrils.
"What does this smell like?" Satine Kriz frowned.
"Spice." The hermit said solemnly.
"The smell contains at least 7 kinds of spices such as Aura, Rockna Blue, and Death Staff, and it has been accumulated for a long time. This is a hidden spice smoking den." Jango Fett is still wearing his disguise.
The Mandalorian Crusader armor in the style of the Death Guard, he clicked a few times on the wrist controller, and the air filter device of the helmet analyzed the trace components of the spices in the air.
He looked at Satine Kryze and said coldly: "This is the Mandalorian planet under your rule. Flashy, hypocritical, weak, and harboring evil... You have not only lost the glory of the Mandalorians,
You have also lost the spirit of the Mandalorians. What is the difference between you now and those borers on Coruscant?"
This sentence directly touched Satine's reverse scales. She jumped up and said angrily: "Both? Do you know that these so-called 'worms' enjoy the best conditions, the best food, and the best environment in the galaxy?"
!The whole galaxy is serving them! If my people can live like Coruscant, then I would rather become a borer! I only hope that my people can live a better life! Children can get enough food
Advanced education, the elderly can get enough medical care and protection! I did it!!"
She patted her chest with excitement, her voice getting louder and louder, "And what did you do? When those hungry and homeless children stretched out their immature hands to beg in despair, your Mandalorians
Can Glory give her a piece of bread?! When the Death Watch is raging in our homeland, can you resist their attack?! No! You invited the Jedi, and then there was another massacre!! So now you tell me,
Where is the so-called glory of your Mandalorians?!"
Jango Fett was also angry, "You are begging from our murderers! The Galactic Republic will give you a piece of bread today, and tomorrow their Star Destroyers can sail over Sundari and plow this place to the ground!"
Our reputation in the galaxy is built drop by drop of blood! And we fought hard, and although we failed, the Galactic Republic never dared to despise us! You think that the members of your ridiculous Neutrals Alliance are interested in your
Ridiculous idea of peace? No! What they are afraid of is the illustrious reputation that the Mandalorians once spelled out!"
However, at this time, the hermit had already finished searching the wine cellar. He came out and patted the dust on his hands and said, "If it were in the past, maybe I would agree with your point of view, Satine. But now, I want to say that you two
No one is wrong...Bread and dignity are indeed things that a civilized race should pursue and possess at the same time, and countless generations should strive for them endlessly."
He raised his hand and stroked the cold old man's mask on his face, and said calmly: "After I put on this mask, I was able to jump out of the original circle and see further. The Jedi Order committed a crime on the planet Mandalore.
Mistakes, huge mistakes, and more than once. The conflict between the Galactic Republic and the Mandalorians is by no means caused by one party alone. However, what we want to explore is how to find the most perfect path in such a conflict.
And this is why I wear this mask."
"What did you find?" Satine Kriz asked coldly, not wanting to dwell on this matter anymore.
The hermit spread his hand and held a blood-stained piece of cloth in his hand. "This thing was stuffed into the mouth of a wine bottle. If you don't pay attention, you will think that this thing was found by the waiter after secretly drinking."
Bottle stopper.”
He unfolded the piece of cloth, and it turned out to be a sleeve, and half a mark could be seen on it, with the word 'ANN' printed on it in the common language of the Galaxy.
Satine frowned, "ANN... ZANN... is Zane Company. Didn't you guys say before that Vitaly Orlov mentioned this in the last message he sent to his arms dealer brother?
A company? Indeed, Zane Corporation is indeed engaged in the business of recycling and refurbishing old spacecraft parts on the planet Mandalore."
"With only this thing, we still haven't made a breakthrough." Jango Fett said.
"That's not all." The hermit said, searching in the slits of his sleeves, and sure enough he found a small piece of something like a wood chip. He picked it up and smelled it, "Diesel bark. This stuff is the top spice.
It is even said that it has been separated from the category of spices because it has no side effects. Currently it is only produced on the planet Harunkar, and generally only the dignitaries in the core circle of the Republic can afford to use it."
Satine's face became solemn, "It is impossible for the dignitaries in the core circle of the Republic to come to the Mandalorian planet in person, and even if they did come, they would not be able to hide in an underground spice house in an ordinary bar and smoke such precious spices.
."
"The material of this cloth comes from the mechanics at the spaceport. This cloth is very strong and wear-resistant, and it is not heavy at the same time, but it is also very thick and uncomfortable to wear. On the planet Mandalore, those who repair
Spaceship workers often wear this kind of clothes," Jango Fett said.
"Why are you so sure it's a spaceport? There are many factories here, right?" the hermit asked.
"There are special protective clothing in the factory, but they don't like the heavy and cheap fabrics." Jango Fett replied.
This chapter has been completed!