Opal finally couldn't bear it anymore and used hypnotism once, only to think that it can really solve the problem. Straightforward, no suspense, and all trouble is over in one fell swoop. No wonder Recht said that this ability could not be relied upon, otherwise it would be assimilated by darkness.
I don't know if the Dark Star Knight once thought like him, this is an addictive ability, and Opal decided that he would never use it again unless he was in a life-and-death situation.
At night, the sky was dark, and lightning was still raging in the night sky.
The stranded immigrants finally quieted down and found a place to rest, waiting for the storm to pass.
The rotation of the star is seventy-two cosmic hours, and the rotation of the B-11 is twenty-five cosmic hours. The gravitational force of the new planet is overweight, the environment is noisy, and every day is very long. Opal is not used to it, and it is already a little sleepy. When the Interstellar Alliance divides each day into twenty-four universes, this is the use of ancient human beings before the Light Era. You need sleep and rest every eighteen to twenty hours.
He bought a newspaper with a map, turned on the projection device of E7, and sat on the seat in the corner to read the newsletter and map introduction of Lie Xing. The mercenary industry mainly focuses on the mercenary industry, and the mercenaries are a group of people who solve cosmic incidents. They are responsible for escorting business, accepting assigned interstellar adventures, reclaiming desolate planets, searching for space missing, and recovering wrecked spacecraft cargo.
Some large mercenary groups even participate in wars between galaxies and planets - after all, the planets in many star systems have not yet formed a community.
The two major powers, the Republic and the Empire, compete with each other, and there are independent regimes on these asteroids. Occasionally, thugs here are hired to solve incidents, spy on the enemy, or carry out assassinations.
There are also going to certain dangerous planets to collect ores, plants and even biological specimens, etc.
This profession does everything. Every day, thousands of commissions are sent to Fierce Star from all over the universe. They are evaluated by the mercenary union and released to the mercenaries who are suitable to take over. The union will take a cut for completing the task. They fight alone or in groups. In addition to the twice-weekly magnetic lightning storm All-Star vacation, the tarmac will flow continuously, and countless spacecraft will set sail and land.
There are nearly one million registered members of the Mercenary United Trade Union, and this number is slowly increasing. The entire Fierce Star is divided into ordinary residential areas and the central area on the equator.
The central district is in charge of all the tasks of the entire galaxy, and commissions are dispatched from here. It is a belt-shaped city, like the belt of a fierce star, and the two sides of the equator are used for residential and other purposes.
With so much information pouring in at once, Opal was a little overwhelmed.
The little robot came over with a tray with a tin foil bag and drinks on it. Opal planned to save money first and said, "No, thank you, I won't eat it."
"That doesn't cost money." A woman next to her reminded kindly: "Fighting Star Airlines compensates for the food of the guests stranded on the tarmac."
Opal immediately said: "Come back! Wait!"
The little robot turned back, and Opal took the food, the little box of warm, clay-like white gel. After eating the opal, I found that it has many layers, and each layer has a different taste.
"It tastes good," Opal said.
The people sitting around laughed again, some mockingly, taking him as a hillbilly, and some finding him funny.
Opal asked the mature and beautiful woman: "Are you a mercenary?"
"Lily." She replied, "The Twelve Nebula Mercenaries."
Opal nodded and said, "I want to be a mercenary."
Someone turned back and said, "Hey man, I suggest you go back and forth from where, like go back to take over your parents' company, or marry your girlfriend, or go back to the Interplanetary Union School. That's what you should do. Otherwise, you have less than thirty days left to live."
"Don't bully him." Someone in the front row turned back and said, "There are fewer and fewer people willing to come to Lie Xing."
"Don't listen to him." Lily said with a smile: "You are welcome to the God of War Galaxy, but when you are in the most trouble."
Opal nodded and said, "I've already found out, it's not very... friendly here."
Lily said: "When you integrate into the strong star, you will love it."
Opal said: "Hopefully, how long will the thunderstorm last?"
Lily said: "Two days, according to the time here."
One hundred and forty-four hours... Opal was completely speechless and asked, "There is no other way to leave?"
The man on Opal's left said, "The last train of Star Airlines is delayed. I hope the union can think of something else."
Opal understands that there are only tens of thousands of people here, so the quarrel is so fierce. He stretched out his hand, shook hands with the man, and introduced himself: "Opal."
The man was handsome, wearing a blue spaceship technician coat, shook hands with him, and said casually, "My name is Wrench."
Very strange name, Opal thought, and the wrench said again: "Lily is my love."
Opal nodded, suddenly realized what was wrong, got up and said, "I'll change positions with you."
The people around laughed again, and Opal looked around and found that there was a sign on their neckline, and immediately understood that the people nearby were all from a mercenary group. There were about a dozen people—twelve people, twelve Nebula Mercenary Corps.
With the wrench around Lily, Lily slept on his shoulder, Opal read the newspaper for a while, and found that there was no government on this planet, only trade unions, and their stay on the tarmac was in the news.
The newspaper also mentioned a mercenary king named Azeroth, and the kingdom... did have a king.
"He is only responsible for perfecting the rules of his predecessors, and does not interfere too much in internal affairs." The wrench put his arms around his girlfriend and said casually: "Or not exactly, just a soul of Lie Xing, the strongest, double S grade Mercenaries."
Opal knew that Wrench was also reading his newspaper, and he would only say this when he saw that he had been stuck on the page where Azeroth was giving his speech.
Opal chatted with him: "Who is in charge of the management of this planet?"
Wrench said: "Political affairs are made and decided by the presidium of the mercenary union. They are a group of inefficient guys. Recently, I heard that there are imperial lackeys infiltrating."
"The war is coming." A bald man in front said.
Someone echoed: "I hope you don't come in. It's good to have money to participate in the war, but it's not a good experience to fight in the fierce star."
Opal nodded thoughtfully, and when he saw that Azeroth's speech mentioned that he would not join the Dark Star Alliance, he asked, "What is the Dark Star Alliance?"
"You obviously don't care much about current affairs." The wrench said dully: "Coroline's influence is getting bigger and bigger, and he has tried to persuade Azeroth several times to let the God of War galaxy join the Dark Star Alliance."
Opal was shocked when he heard the name, frowned at the wrench, and asked, "What kind of person is Coroline? Is he strong?"
"Who knows?" the man in the front row interjected: "I don't know where it came from. They say he is a star knight, but I think his name sounds like the long-handed and long-legged kind of planet Aikman. Yeah, two-headed weird thing."
Everyone laughed, and Opal joked: "You can't discriminate against other races."
"Ah, you must be from the republic. The citizens of the republic are very free, very democratic, very sympathetic, and know about racial discrimination - let me introduce myself, my name is Kun." He shook hands, and he was a condescending ruffian.
Opal said, "I am from the Red Flame system, which is ruled by a republic."
"You dress like a hillbilly," Kun said. "You don't talk like that. You're very personable."
Opal smiled modestly, turned the newspaper down, and asked, "What will Azeroth do to that guy named Cororin?"
"Who knows?" Wrench said casually: "What he says, we do what we do, start a war or join, it's all up to his idea."
"But you said." Opal wondered: "He is not a ruler."
Wrench said: "He does not interfere in internal affairs, but he has a decisive voice in foreign affairs, because he is our king, he is just too lazy... Of course, he said he was too busy to the outside world. Azeroth changed it twice. The mercenary code, and sit and watch it work... If you become a mercenary in the future, you'll understand."
Opal asked, "Is he strong?"
Wrench nodded thoughtfully and said, "Very strong."
"Captain, are you going to challenge him? Use your wrench?" Kun jokingly teased him.
Wrench said: "I'm not interested, I'm just a technician, and it's you who are going."
The group member next to Kun said: "I heard the news from the people of Eternal Nebula, saying that even the real star knight is not the opponent of Cororin."
Opal's heart froze again, they also know Lecter
However, Kun said casually: "Forget it, there are no real or fake star knights, they are all imagined. Some galaxies feel that the treatment of the Star Alliance is unfair to them, and they always imagine some guys who uphold justice. "
Opal wanted to hear the evaluations and legends about the Knights of the Stars, but they didn't say anything. Instead, they talked about the mission. Opal asked casually: "You just came back from the mission? Are you done? Have you done some work? what."
Wrench's eyebrows moved, and he said, "Go to Qingwei Wu in Pegasus Nebula to resolve a conflict between the locals."
"Those can't be called people." A bald man in the front row reminded: "Head of the regiment, if you say that, it's easy to catch loopholes and find trouble."
Wrench said: "Oh, I just said casually, the Life Genes Company is going to open a plantation there, and the local creatures always like to make trouble, so let's clear them."
Opal nodded slowly and asked again, "Apart from these, what else do mercenaries do?"
"Sometimes it's looking for someone... For example, to investigate a spaceship that has never been heard from, sometimes it's to investigate ancient ruins, and sometimes it doesn't have any purpose, and it's a trip to some planet that no one dares to go to to investigate whether it's okay to go inside. Suitable for colonization..." Wrench said: "You will learn this, provided you are alive."
Opal asked again: "How can I find a mercenary group willing to let me join? I have a spaceship, some fighting skills, and a star map..."
"Listen." The wrench interrupted Opal, who looked up, as if noticing something. Opal followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at someone on the far side of the hall.
It was a tall man, taller than an opal, about 190 cm, wearing a black trench coat, standing in the corner drinking a drink, with a long weapon on his back, it was a long handle ax.
Opal had seen it, and Rector had considered letting him use this axe, but after trying many weapons, he finally settled on the great sword that suited him best.
Opal thought that Wrench was going to say something about the man in the black trench coat, but Wrench withdrew his gaze, as if he was just looking at it casually, and said, "Listen clearly, kid."
At this moment, a commotion broke out in the hall.
The crowd at the front got up and rushed towards the exit, followed by the people behind.
Lily yawned and opened her eyes lazily. The members of the Twelve Nebula Mercenary Group stood up one after another, and someone in front was saying, "The car is coming! Get in the car!"
The wrench said to Opal: "Spaceship, skills, these are all secondary. The key lies in the spirit-becoming a mercenary, not afraid of the unknown, surmounting all difficulties, the adventurous spirit and courage to advance despite difficulties, with them, there is no need to I'm afraid you can't find a team that suits you."
"That's a good thing to say, baby." Lily laughed.
Wrench laughed lazily, holding Lily's hand, Opal nodded thoughtfully, and the crowd surged towards the exit to get a ride off the tarmac.
There were more and more people, Opal was squeezed at the end, and the Twelve Star Cluster was separated. Wrench was the first person he knew after coming to Lie Xing. As a technician, he was actually the head of a mercenary group. Opal said loudly: "Nice to meet you! Wrench!"
The wrench's hand stretched out from the crowd and waved without looking back.
Opal walks at the end of the flow of people, and he can't follow them. What should he do next? Go to the city and find a place to live.
Opal put the E7 in his backpack, looked up at the map near the exit, and scrolled next to the gene company's advertisement: [Are you still worried about not being able to find your beautiful spouse? Gene extraction is combined with ancestors, so that you do not need to endure the love that quarrels every day, avoid huge marriage expenses, and directly reproduce your next generation perfectly. ] On the huge city map light screen outside the apron, all the city names are dazzling. The major cities are all distributed on the equator, and the corresponding longitude lines rise along the latitude, which are residential areas with different styles.
There is no sea in Lie Xing, and all the liquid water gathering places are lakes. Each lake is close to the size of a city. Opal walks and looks at it, and the people behind him keep pushing and pushing him out of the apron hall.
The wrench had gone somewhere, and as soon as he came out, the storm was overwhelming, the thunder was deafening, and the lightning seemed to be less than 100 meters above their heads.
Opal was drenched in the rain and turned into a chicken. He hurriedly escaped from the crowd to hide from the rain, surrounded by chaotic people. At this time, he suddenly noticed a man standing outside the exit—the man in the black trench coat he had seen earlier.
He was carrying a mechanical poleaxe, with a combined suitcase at his feet, his gloomy profile looming in the white light of the lightning. He doesn't look good, but he smells very good. He has a high nose and rain on his eyebrows. He is holding a metal pipe that Opal has never seen before.
"Hey! Don't smoke there!" the policeman shouted: "Go over there and queue up to get on the bus! Hurry up! There is only one bus left!"
The man put away the metal pipe, and Opal turned back to line up, unable to resist analyzing the man with the observation method taught by Rector. He wasn't a tourist, and probably wasn't a mercenary, so the spanner noticed him just now.
This person may have come on a public voyage spaceship, and he does not have his own spaceship, otherwise he would not be carrying a suitcase. Is he looking for a job too
Opal also found that many people were looking at the man. He glanced around and it seemed that these mercenaries had certain skills. Then when he came out of the tarmac just now, many people must have noticed him, and Opal laughed at himself. It was so conspicuous that it was difficult not to be noticed.
"A new recruit?" Someone smiled kindly at Opal: "Welcome to be a mercenary! Hold on!"
Opal smiled and said, "Thank you."
The stranger said hello and got into the car with the torrent of the crowd. The police shouted one by one in the thunderstorm: "Where are you going! Who doesn't know how to ride in a car! You! Where are you going!"
Opal said loudly: "I don't know!"
The policeman asked: "Sightseeing or looking for a job! Where are you going!"
Another blast of thunder.
Opal said: "Go to the city! There is a trade union office!"
Policeman: "It's full of cars going to the city! Every city has a union office! Which city are you going to!"
Opal: "Where exactly?!"
Policeman: "All, at, get off at the entrance of the trade union!" He pushed him hard and said, "Don't delay any longer!! Go!!"
This is a large shuttle bus with hundreds of seats. More and more people get on the bus, and they fasten their seat belts. The man in the black trench coat actually got into the same car as Opal. , he took the axe off his back and leaned against the window.
There were many people watching him in the car. The tour bus was full, and it bent out against the ground. It passed through thunder and thunder, and with a white wave, it flew to the end of the road shrouded in dark clouds.