He walked up the aisle alone, with a tall figure and casual posture.
“Homo?”
"I've been looking for you for a long time and guessed that you'll be here."
"What's wrong?"
"Did you forget? Uncle Rozim invites us to visit him."
At this time, Bahram remembered that he had a party—
The base deck of the Soul Unbound is still an ordinary day, and the tall dome still flashes with monotonous yellow-green light, looking like an untuned viewing screen.
Lead-gray dust kept falling down, and it was accumulated on the exterior decoration of the house, on the iron drainage pipes, brass eaves, like skeleton stairs and willow windows.
But the street is very warm. Below the ground deck residential area, ancient pipes pump the warm air into the hot pit under the road, so the heat circulates around a height of about ten meters.
In the private room of Panjie Shop, Loken opened his mechanical robe, took a sip of beer, and then leaned against a cooked iron chair.
The owner of this store likes iron things very much.
It can be said that everything they have is made of iron, and even in terms of taste, the beer is also made of iron.
Loken felt that he had relaxed for the first time in the past few months. The purgatory of Hamigidon was filled with mud, rats and barrage had long been left behind. Although he was often awakened by the bombardment of the dreams when he was dreaming at night, a glass of beer, a seat, and a warm and friendly street - Loken felt that he was reborn.
Suddenly, one was obviously much bigger than him blocking the light.
"Prince Loken, are you here too?"
Loken tilted his head and looked at the calm-faced soldier, the strongest Astart recruit.
"Why am I not here? I also have shares in Rozim's store. This time he has made so much money. Is it reasonable for me to say no?"
"I heard that Uncle Rozim went to the ground."
Bahram said tiredly and sat on the chair beside him.
"Hey, you only know that that guy didn't know what method to use to plunder a lot of wealth. Now he is a monetary."
"It sounds like some story."
Haumo also sat down and picked up a glass of beer.
As the clock adjusts to daytime, the lights on each street automatically light up.
"By the way, Priest Loken, I heard you went downstairs with the commander of the war?"
"Well, yes, it's just under that Hades nest."
"What happened to you?"
"What else can I do? The smelly green skin and the nervous spirit clan, but there is a spiritual woman who is quite tender and seems to be quite familiar with the commander of the battle team..."
"Wow? There's something like this."
Haumo leaned over his head with great interest.
"What's the specific situation? Let me tell you, Priest Loken."
Loken glanced at the other party.
“This can involve confidentiality.”
"Then you just tell me something unsecret."
"But, yes..."
"What?"
Loken thought for a while and shook his head.
"It's meaningless to say anything. The rest will be known by your future climb to the command level."
"Hey, don't you say that?"
"Homo, don't make things difficult for Priest Loken, we have already violated the ban when we came today."
Bahram drank a cup and threw a coin next to the empty cup on the glass table, but the coin did not fall down, but stood up on the table.
Just like his current mood.
"The battle group only gave us four days to rest, and then we had to return to the state of combat readiness, but there were rules for rest. We had to maintain certain behaviors, not disturb other crew members, and restrict the use of mortal entertainment facilities, and explicitly prohibit leaving the upper deck. We shouldn't have come to this place."
Haumo nodded:
"Yes, but Uncle Rozim has been taking good care of us for so many years, hasn't he?"
Bahram was about to say something, but sighed.
"Yes, so we're here anyway."
"But I think he should invite others."
"You mean..."
Suddenly, the door opened again, and the two brothers Oscar and Zod walked in.
"I'll tell me."
Sure enough, several new recruits came one after another, all of whom had a good relationship with Rozim.
"Carnival, boys! For the battle group and victory, there is also the emperor's grandfather who is temporarily paralyzed!"
The last time the door opened, Rozim in a funny gown appeared, followed by a man wrapped in a sealed work clothes, and the man was also pushing a cart full of alcohol and food.
A burst of cheers and applause suddenly broke out in the room. It is said that the victory celebration banquet will not start until it returns to the home star, but it may take several months, so Rozim held a small banquet for the recruits in advance.
"Young guys! You did a good job in this battle, you must have killed a lot of green-skinned heads!"
Rozim turned around and threw the bottle into the crowd.
Bahram took the bottle and took a sip, and found that it was actually a very high-end liquor, not the inferior beer sold by Rozim in the store.
He glanced at the packaging of the wine bottle. Although he didn't know the brand, he knew 315.M37 at this time.
This is actually a treasure that has been bought for nearly four hundred years!
"Uncle Rozim, how did you... get these?"
Rozim grinned and blinked his right eye at him.
"secret."
"Rozim, I heard you've made a fortune this time."
Loken ordered a high-end cigar and took a deep breath with great pleasure. This thing was produced in the hazy star area and the price was comparable to three or four high-end servitors.
"It's okay."
Rozim shook his collar and intentionally or unintentionally revealed a rare metal necklace as thick as a thumb and a bright stone as big as an egg. This mineral is extremely rare and is a necessary material for making advanced laser weapons. It is almost completely monopolized by mechanical teaching.
"Last time you said you would sponsor me a plan-"
"Let's talk about it, let's talk about it."
Suddenly, Loken noticed the man behind Rozim, who was also a big guy, just worse than the Space Marine.
"When did you make up Oglin? You've also wrapped it up."
"He, one of my new followers, will stay here for the time being. I plan to get a boat alone and let him drive it."
"Wow, I mean you are still a driver? What's the name?"
"Called by Zhezhe Bron."
"Why don't he speak...?"
"Dumb, don't ask so much."
At this moment, the doorbell of the private room suddenly rang, and everyone stopped moving.
"Hmm? Didn't I tell them not to disturb me?"
Rozim thought he was a waiter at first, so he walked towards the gate, and Roken stood up and followed him.
"Who is knocking on the door?"
Haomo put down his wine glass and looked at the door curiously.
But Bahram suddenly felt a little uneasy.
"Oh, could it be Robin?"
Haumo suddenly clapped his hands and then laughed:
"Uncle Rozim actually invited Robin as the guest to help!"
Robin is a recognized cold-faced person. He is difficult to see in almost all non-training or combat activities. Most of the time he is a very isolated person.
If Rozim invited him, it would be a big news.
But Bahram shook his head.
"It's not necessarily Robin."
Rozim had touched the door handle, and Loken chanted a word behind him.
"push."
The moment when he opened the door, Rozim saw only Soshiyan's gray face and Talos's smirk-