The moon, the satellite of the earth, is the only celestial body in the turbid night sky of the city. Like a goddess wrapped in a veil, it hangs obscurely in the mid-air, exuding its own unique charm to the earth throughout its life.
Countless people want to lift off the veil and come to the goddess to kiss her, but the long distance makes this feat only possible for a few people.
At first it was some machinery, and then it was a few strong white men. The development of science and technology turned this goddess in the sky into a prostitute, no longer mysterious.
People soon lost interest in the moon. In their opinion, the moon was old and yellow, and a trip there was expensive, so it no longer meant much.
But for Ender, what he wants to do is not just to get under the veil of the goddess and find out what's going on, but to turn the goddess into his forbidden possession and make the moon his territory.
"So you are going to ask me to get some moon soil."
Angers was sitting behind his desk, counting his fish. It seemed that two groupers were missing, maybe they were hidden in the slits.
"Yes, the teleportation spell requires related items at the target location to be cast."
Angers rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. Kassel College had not put any effort into aerospace or astronomy at all. It would probably take a lot of time to obtain lunar soil.
"Can't you find Hua Xia?"
"China's lunar soil was also given by the Americans. Anyway, you have a lot of it, so what if you bring some for me?"
The United States has landed on the moon six times since Apollo 11. Even if the amount of lunar soil obtained is left over after being distributed to universities, Angers can do whatever it takes to get it.
"At least two kilograms, the more, the better. You can have as much as you want after this thing is successfully transmitted."
In the past few years, the United States has dug up hundreds of kilograms of lunar soil when it landed on the moon. It's just that Angers didn't know this information at all, so he thinks the lunar soil is very precious.
"Okay, I should still have connections at NASA. I'll try my best to help you get as many as you can."
Angers looked at Ender, who looked like he had found a new toy, and sighed, thinking whether Kassel College should add an astrophysics branch.
"Stop talking, I'm going to talk to those old guys from the Physics Department and see if they can come up with something good."
Ender was very concerned about this matter, not only because he really wanted to go to the moon to have a look, but also because if the earth was destroyed by those crazy dragon kings, he would at least have a place where he could tactically retreat in order to counterattack in the future.
Earth.
After leaving the principal's office in Angers, he went straight to the physics department on the side. However, the old antiques hiding in the basement righteously rejected Ender's request.
"Principal Ander, we are studying the secrets of the limits of matter and the end of time. Your problem can be solved by an undergraduate. Please don't disturb us."
So Ender was sent out by a group of old men in diapers, but he had no choice but to go to another place to collect people.
The vice-principal's alchemy department has been brought in, and some people from China's forces will also come. If you want to create a base on the moon, there is a place where help is essential.
Equipment Department.
That's right, don't look at these idiots who always stay underground, eating burgers and French fries, and studying how to add bombs to all their equipment every day.
But their recycling technology is unique in Kassel. You must know that the headquarters of the Equipment Department, Watt Alheim, is located in an underground nuclear shelter. All air and water are filtered through instruments and then recycled.
Because these goblins felt that the outside air and water were harmful to their health, they resolutely made drastic changes to the equipment department. In their words, this set of equipment could guarantee their breathing and drinking water needs for three hundred years.
These guys were recently trying to extract protein from feces and then use the protein to make burgers. Later, something happened with a strong taste, so the plan was urgently stopped.
Taking the elevator, Ender changed into a set of protective clothing in a closed room. According to the equipment department, this could prevent external germs from invading their delicate bodies.
"Principal Ander, you are here."
A thin, dark figure walked over. He had disheveled black hair and looked a little weak.
"Kupata, you came just in time. I have something to do with Akadulla."
Cupata smiled bitterly and said:
"The minister is studying it, please tell me."
After surviving the catastrophe at the hands of No. 0, Cupata plunged into the equipment department. Relying on the IQ advantage brought by his high bloodline, he has now become the deputy minister.
This is good news for Equipment Minister Akadulla, because Cupata is relatively honest, which allows him to hand over the tasks he doesn't like to this relatively normal deputy minister, and do some more valuable tasks himself.
Research.
For example, turning poop into steak, or adding nuclear bombs under the seats of the Angers plane.
"I'm going to build a base on the moon. You recruit a group of people from the equipment department to participate in this plan."
Cupata nodded. He is one of the few guys in the equipment department who is not so crazy, so many executive department specialists like to communicate with him. Except for the fact that he likes to recommend his portable hydrogen bomb to others, this guy is still a
Nice person.
"Ming..., wait what do you want to say?"
"I want to build a base on the moon, one that can accommodate people. I need to find a group of people and build it."
Cupata took a few deep breaths, grabbed Ender's hand, and slammed it several times.
"Principal Ander, it turns out that you are the one who really understands the equipment department. Just wait, I will go get someone here."
To Ender's surprise, these squatters were extremely enthusiastic about going to the moon, because they believed that the moon was obviously safer than the earth where the Dragon King existed.
"Going to the moon can better protect our wisdom."
Soon, a group of lunatics from the Equipment Department gathered together, and in cooperation with the vice-principal's Alchemy Department and relevant Chinese departments, the three parties quickly started working.
And Ander was holding a jar of lunar soil, turning it over and over and taking a large amount.
"There are five kilograms of lunar soil in it. I thought this thing was very precious."
Angers looked at the jar in Ander's hand. The United States has greatly reduced NASA's funding over the years, and its research on the moon has gradually declined. This batch of lunar soil has also become a collection in a safe.
"Soon we'll have as much of this as we want."
Ender looked at the laboratory aside, where Nicholas was making final adjustments. The nearly infinite energy in the white gem was extracted and transformed into magic power through the alchemy array, filling the entire room.
On the other side, Ender grabbed a handful of lunar soil from the jar and stuffed it into his mouth. It felt like eating a mouthful of sand, with no taste.
"This will allow me to become familiar with the soil as quickly as possible to determine the target."
Soon, Ender stood up and walked into the laboratory filled with magic.
As Ender sang, the magic in the room was mobilized, and a link began to form between the two spaces.