"I have been friendly with the commander of the Knights of the Stars—"
"Tell me the result."
Quincy Edu never paid attention to the unnecessary verbal etiquette, agreement and irrelevant words of humanity. He only cared about the things at hand, and the trivial things were considered irrelevant by him, so when he proposed an alliance, he handed it directly to Rachi Bangula.
Rachi Bangula also answered in accurate binary language, but lacked the mechanical rhythms.
"The commander of Soshyan's battle was a very enlightened and powerful man, and I believe he will emerge from the shadow of the empire as a new force, and if anyone else is willing to provide us with a shelter, Soshyan Alexey is such a man, for he is our ally."
Quincy Edu's language center can easily interpret the meaning of Rachi Bangula's words, although most of his emotional organs have been removed from him like a lesion tumor.
"Leave these good words to the Council, I want to hear something practical. After all, Astart is not easy to get along with. Ten thousand years ago our ancestors were forced to kneel down to them. The brutal and twisted Primrose promised us an equal position, but where are those boastful equality? We worked hard to provide war weapons to Astart but only received cliches and humiliation from the midnight lords! Tell me, what else can those Space Marines provide besides providing a verbal shelter?"
“He provided these.”
Rachi Bangula smiled slightly, stretched out a thin flesh-and-blooded arm, holding a piece of data.
“What is it?”
“Standard construction template.”
“Standard construction template!?”
Quincy Edu could hardly suppress the hunger in his voice, not even realizing that he retained some unpleasant human traits: greed, ambition and desire.
"They have an STC that works properly?"
“More than one.”
Rachi Bangula said, his tone was quite exaggerated.
“There are two.”
"two?"
Quincy Edou paced back and forth a little anxiously.
"This hasn't happened in 8214 years. What kind of STC do they have?"
"A high-power jet pack accessories, and one for the production of javelin-type speed attack boats."
Quincy Edu stared at the STC displayed on the data board, which contained the value of information that exceeded the sum of most of the creations of his furnace, and it was a perfect electronic blueprint created by the design miracle.
"The leader of the battle camp solemnly promised that as long as he formed an alliance, he would personally send STC here, and promised that the alliance with us would be an equal alliance rather than an alliance between the master and servant."
The words of Rachi Bangula were almost ignored because when Quincy Edu thought about what he might have learned from STC, his body trembled involuntarily, and even the standard binary sound was deformed.
"when?"
“The current agreement is one month…”
“The faster the better!”
"Then it's 2 weeks ahead?"
"Okay! Go and arrange it immediately! Put the meeting report aside first! Be sure to tell the other party sincerely that we can provide everything he wants, weapons, armor, vehicles, and even starships, no problem!"
"Yes, then I'll go now."
Quincy Edu was so excited that he was still paced back and forth, but he did not notice the contempt and murderous intent that suddenly flashed in his eyes.
After leaving Quincy Edu's casting furnace, Rachi Bangula went alone to the wilderness thousands of kilometers away from this place.
Because Ulanhuda has been devouring other worlds for many years, its size is no less than a normal planet. Apart from various cities and casting furnaces, there are large areas of pale wilderness.
And in the depths of the open wilderness, the blown ash covered the bumpy wasteland on the edge of the plain with a layer of mist.
If you look closely, you will find colorful flames burning on the horizon, the sky is covered with chemical pollutants, and the stench emitted from large oil refineries surrounding the planet's equator.
Only the most tenacious scavengers can barely make ends meet in this environment, and these food sources are usually rare and contain too many toxins.
But even so, there is no shortage of scavengers looking for opportunities.
They belong to the "free men" in the casting world, searching for things to survive in the deserts and hard grounds of wilderness, usually driving a modified car full of scrap metal, wheels full of rust, and ruts covered with rust.
Today a scavenger found good things.
The scavenger wearing a ragged robe and a gray gas mask on his face whistled excitedly. The exhaust pipe of the tracked car emitted a pungent stench, sweat was emitted inside the supercharged chamber, and the smell of recycled nutrients and excitement. A cracked, very thin birdbuyi panel was hung on the roof of the cab, reinforced by hard materials.
He hadn't seen such a strong signal in decades, and he knew that the discovery might make him-whatever it was.
While driving, he looked out through the worn-out cab. He estimated that other scavengers might also pursue this interesting discovery, so he must be careful that the black eating between scavengers is very bloody and cruel.
Of course, he himself killed a lot of people, including his car snatched from an unlucky guy.
The tracked car quickly drove into a gentle slope, and the gentle slope gradually expanded into a shallow pit.
In the cab, he could feel that the ground under the tracks were soft sand, which were brought here by polluted wind from the huge refinery in the south.
The pulse signal of the Toubuyi became even more urgent, and he found himself almost at the top of the thing, although he could not see anything except the dirty glass.
The scavenger simply took off the birdbuyi from the roof of the car, picked up a simple laser gun from the back of the cab, and confirmed what was on the car.
There is not much left in it, but it is enough to deal with any kind lurking in the wasteland.
Then he picked up his backpack, put the ventilation cover tightly on his head, and opened the cab. The bad weather made him wince.
The strong wind ripped his robe as if he was about to throw him back.
His age is no longer suitable for living this kind of life.
While thinking this way, he climbed down the ladder and stepped onto the beach, followed the harsh alarm of Bird Buyi and walked towards a large sand dune in front.
He wanted to figure out what was hidden inside, and although he could not see anything valuable yet, as he approached, he found that the nearest dunes were much taller and more regular in shape than other dunes.
Once again, the state of Bird Buyi was confirmed, and the scavenger was very sure that what he was going to pick up was under the sand dune.
Maybe it was a vehicle crashing, or a mine transport ship was covered in sand before the crew sent a distress signal.
Whatever it is, it marks the end of a bad life at the moment.