And on the deck below and below the bridge of the Meteorite, many priests in red robes were busy among the array of meditators, which was part of the many secondary meditative arrays of warships.
At this time, the broadcast came the order that the communication was about to be silent. A young woman with sloppy hair and glasses suddenly raised her head from the contemplator, then hurriedly packed up her things in her hands, looked around and left her place.
As she walked, her loose robe could not hide her plump figure, attracting the attention of many young apprentices.
But she turned a blind eye to this, walked all the way to a public bathroom, looked around, walked in, came to the box storing hand sanitizer, used a small screwdriver that stretched out her fingertips to twist the screws around the box, then removed the box, and took out a mini-positioning instrument from the hidden secret lattice behind.
After entering a piece of information inside, she put the thing back and left the bathroom with a relaxed look on her face.
Later, the low-level priest returned to his work
Until the end of work, she had only five hours of rest - thanks to the reduced workload after the communication silence.
When she returned to her room, six data miners were using filtered identification codes to link the network system at one time and hard-connect to the data network. They transmitted a large amount of data through the broken ports and were alert to any detection or reconnaissance of them.
The room is not big, clean and even a little simple. An iron framed bed is pushed to the far corner, a lounge chair sits in the center of the room, next to a console made of polished bronze, and a meditator with an additional transformation.
On this ship, this level of transformation will cause a beginner to be in unnecessary trouble.
But she didn't care much.
After taking off her robe, she came to the mirror almost naked, then opened a dark box, took out some injections and started injecting herself.
After the injection, her body and face began to change, and even the muscle tissue on her body began to change.
The whole process lasted about five minutes, and at the end of it, a young man sweating profusely appeared in front of the mirror.
He looked weak, holding the edge of the sink with both hands, gasping violently, then raised his head and carefully confirmed his face, made some minor adjustments, then dragged out a set of mid-level priest's uniform and robe from under the bed and put it on his body, and attached a mechanical prosthetic eye to himself and put on a pair of mechanical gloves.
Finally, he turned on the ventilation duct and flexibly drilled in.
In a hidden dark corner on the lower deck of the Meteorite, three people had gathered, but each of them was wearing masks and hidden marks that could prove themselves.
This is one of the many waste treatment centers of the warships. Various smoke and dust are scattered in the air, emitting the smell of pungent chemicals. The buildings are carved with mechanical skeleton reliefs and double-headed eagle logos. The incinerator is shining with dazzling light, and the image composed of a single pixel is constantly flickering and changing.
There are usually no one here except the servant, but now there is no one to see the servant.
"Have he not come yet?"
One of the men in white-edged and black robe paced on the metal floor, looking anxious.
"Will you be caught?"
He was obviously a mid-class priest with a status, with most of the organic parts being replaced by implants, but he was still human enough to hide his fears.
At this time, a man came over and whispered:
"Calm down, Monk Jon, it's useless to be anxious now. If he was caught, we would have received the news."
The man named Jon nodded after hearing this and did not continue to pace.
Soon, with the slight footsteps, the last person arrived, but no one here expected that "he" would have been a graceful female priest before.
"Sorry, something has been delayed."
"It's okay, just come."
The fourth person walked over, carrying the sign of the Rizha escort army.
"Since everyone has arrived, there is not much nonsense."
The man named Jon quickly interrupted the greetings between the two and said seriously:
"Some of you can interpret the codes I left behind, which means that everyone has a common purpose. I will not guess which side they represent. But at least our purpose is the same now, and our situation is the same... To be honest, several of my colleagues have been arrested secretly. The great sage already knows that there are people like us in the fleet and try to clear us. Therefore, although our identities are different, they are actually people on a boat. He will not be ruthless because of which side we belong to."
The last priest who arrived smiled and said:
"It's like we're going to negotiate a particularly profitable trade deal, but before that, tell us what you want."
"Here? Now?"
The priest who had advised others not to be nervous before began to panic when he heard this:
"The air is intertwined with radio waves of monitoring devices!"
“Nothing is something I can’t handle.”
The priest with the apology mark knocked his arm.
"Believe me, no one hears anything interesting now."
"I guess everyone came for the mechanical ark, right?"
Priest Jon said, looking around.
Of course, those present knew, but no one spoke.
"I got its positioning coordinates."
As Jon spoke again, his optical implants flashed with a greedy glow.
"And I hope you can help me send the information out, and I will also provide the coordinates to you so that everyone can get what they deserve."
The other three remained silent.
In the end, the priest with the sign of the Apologetic Army took the lead in speaking.
"How do you make sure that your coordinates are real? I think no one knows this except the Explore Sage?"
Jon nodded.
"Yes, this is very confidential information, but I think you should not be interested in the origin of it. You just need the results, don't you?"
The priest who arrived finally put down his hands holding his chest and smiled:
"How can we be sure this is not a trap?"
"If it's a trap, you're done now."
"Then what do you need us to do for you?"
"I need a communicator that is not in recording and monitoring, and it is fine for short distances. At the same time, I need to find the loopholes in the signal shielding device, and I can solve the rest myself."
The other three people's eyes interacted for a moment, then nodded at the same time.
A secret action was immediately finalized under the discussion of four people, and at this time, Riza's exploration fleet had already made its first subspace jump and began to accelerate towards the target area.