Deep in the unbound soul, a tall figure was wearing a cloak, walking through the bustling road, silent all the way.
The wide avenue is shrouded in shadows of huge cables, with various flags and slogans on both sides, and colorful billboards hanging down on the street with their respective sources written on it.
In the empire, a starship is a city, and it is naturally possessed by the most basic facilities that the city has. Even slave workers have the lowest consumption needs.
As always, this area between the ground and mid-deck is warm and pleasant, with gentle artificial wind sweeping across the streets and people of all kinds of dresses rushing by.
This place is only so lively when it is parked, because everyone is bound to their posts while sailing.
People wearing cloaks are already quite familiar with the layout of the place. After all, its planning is so intuitive that anyone can walk around the streets and alleys in a little time.
At this moment he was walking eastward to a very chic restaurant, which he found during the morning dispersion, a wonderful dessert shop and restaurant hidden among the many avenues radiating from the track hub.
Although he is not hungry, he still likes to reward himself with some delicacies when he needs comfort.
That's what it is today.
In fact, the food in the Star Battlefield restaurant is not inferior to this, but he is not here for food today. In fact, his main purpose is to feel the fireworks he is getting away from.
And today is also the day when flea markets are open. The square is filled with shops, vendors and various hawking calls. There is generally no currency on the starship. The most common equivalent is food, but people also accept bartering.
This made him recall his hometown, the bustling, noisy and shoulder-to-shoulder market.
Thinking of this, a heartbreaking nostalgia suddenly surged in his heart.
He has never been back for so many years.
He was extremely tall and walked through the crowd, politely refusing all kinds of food and drinks, but stopped to buy two small eagle pendants - handicrafts sold by two thin children, while their mother was selling the waste residue after the coolant was used.
He then walked south along the avenue, then turned east into a narrow alley, with pergolas and dry clothes hanging above him.
The restaurant was at the end of the street, and he saw a waiter waiting at the door, so he smiled and waved to him.
"Mr. Bahram, welcome you again."
He took off his cloak and showed a gentle face. No one could have thought that an Astat would appear silently on the lower deck.
In fact, the first time he came here was purely an accident. At that time, he was just curious to learn about the lives of the people on the ground deck, but he accidentally entered this alley.
When he first entered the restaurant, he had prepared a pair of copper intestines and iron stomachs to face a large plate of artificial starch or other equally depressing things, but finally found a delightful restaurant that was not lost even in a high-end hotel, and was immediately fascinated by the mouth-watering aroma of sautéed Grox meat.
"It's still the same."
Bahram then found a comfortable seat to sit down, but unexpectedly met an acquaintance later.
"Yo, this is not."
When the mechanical priest Loken walked slowly over, Bahram was still enjoying his first meal.
Loken held a plate of ant beef and fresh vegetables in one hand, a large bowl of snow-topped sorbet on the other, and a robotic arm staggered with a cup of steaming trait coffee.
"Hello, Priest Roken."
Loken then sat opposite Bahram.
"How do you know the shop that guy Rozim opens here?"
"I don't actually know, I just bumped into it by chance."
"I heard that the battle group won a victory on the ground, saved the Iron Skull Legion, and destroyed a large amount of green-skinned equipment."
It seemed that he hadn't talked to the Space Marine for a long time. Loken was enthusiastic and his idle robotic arm reached into the hidden place of his robe to search for the data board.
He put it on the table and then operated it with a robotic arm, while his real hands waved the knife and fork with obvious enthusiasm.
A star map shows that the Amydodon galaxy is only at the edge of the display, while a small and dim star, like a dead soul, appears in the center of the screen.
"I have a plan, Amyddoton has many ancient ruins, and if we can explore some of them and recycle those valuable things, then we won't be in vain this time."
"The commander of the battle group should not agree."
Bahram said in a very patient tone, and unexpectedly, Loken laughed.
“This is not necessarily.”
Loken dragged the display, allowing the target galaxy to occupy the entire screen.
"This is top secret information. My mentor's mentor once participated in a top secret project. This plan is very grand, involving the research on alien technology and the postgraduate entrance examination in the history of the dark age. Amigdon is part of the plan."
"For me, I really don't understand what you want to express, Priest."
Bahram said frankly.
"I'm just an ordinary soldier, not a technical sergeant."
"Of course, these records only leave some fragments, but there are still pleasant clues for those who have planned for a long time, and then all they have to do is believe in Omnisaiah's mercy."
Loken seemed to be talking to himself completely and didn't care about Bahram at all.
"So you're sure there's something worth exploring on the ground? Some technology that's hidden?"
"No, didn't you discover it? After the commander of the battle group met with the people from the White Holy Church, he became mysterious and went straight to Amyddoton. He didn't hesitate at all. They must have discovered something."
"You haven't told the commander of the battle?"
"No."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Loken nodded, obviously very happy that Bahram is so awesome.
"Maybe he wants us to surprise him, doesn't he?"
"I don't think so."
Bahram sighed and turned his attention to the dessert.
A waitress had come over with a plate of food. She placed a bowl of fruit in front of Bahram and gave him another snack with cream and candied fruit.
"By the way, where is your boss?"
Suddenly, Bahram found that there was less noisy figure than in the past, so he stopped the waitress who was about to leave.
"The boss... seems to say he's going to deliver takeaway."
"ah?"
Loken waved his hand and explained:
"That guy secretly opened a store here, but the business is not good, and he is frowning every day... Think about it, this place is full of people who are too poor to lose their pants. What business can he do?"
Bahram smiled.
"There is no way. Uncle Rozim is afraid of being discovered, so he can only open it in such a hidden place."
"So I told him that there are many rich people in Amyddoton, so he might as well take advantage of the opportunity to make some takeaway... As a result, he actually made it, got a bunch of flyers and borrowed my shuttle to go to the nesting city."
"So the guests come?"
Bahram looked at the waitress and nodded.
"The boss is very excited. He said it was a big business and he had to order 100 pieces of the company's set meal at a time."
"Oh, that's the case, who is it? So many orders."
"I don't know, I heard from the boss that it seems to be called...Bone Broken Man?"
For a moment, Loken and Bahram froze, their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost-