Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 249
Zuo Wu doesn't know anything about governing the country. Even if the current "Palace" is just a grass-roots team, the management still needs to be handed over to Duzi and Fang Nuolu.

Duzi and Fang Nuolu, one is a former management AI, and the other is a senior bureaucrat who has served in the old Imperial Alliance for a long time; from all aspects, they may really have the potential to shoulder the burden of an entire interstellar regime in the future.

It's just that Dutzi pulls his hips from time to time and Fang Nuolu's mentality of treating traitor as a dream always makes Zuo Wu worry. Therefore, he has long felt that he needs to learn how to manage a regime.

It's the same mentality as when I became the captain of the Fugitive, secretly learning how to drive a starship.

It's a pity that his reference books are only the 10,000+ novels in the horizon.

This is already one of his best choices. After all, at the moment when Dilian lost its connection, all the information stored in Dilian also disappeared.

As for the books exported by Dilian to aliens, it is quite complicated, and it is still a bit troublesome to filter out materials that are useful for learning this aspect of knowledge, and most of them are not suitable for the current situation of Dilian.

Compared with the reference books written by other civilizations, the 10,000+ novels follow human logic anyway.

and so.

When the adventurer named Rong Liangyuan brought the old man abandoned by the young to his eyes, Zuo Wu couldn't help thinking about how to deal with this matter and what kind of attitude he should express.

I can't ignore this, the current self is different from when I picked up the golden cotton in Yinggesuo;

At the beginning, I was just a passing visitor of Yinggesuo, so I could naturally choose not to interfere with the self-development of the natives as Dutzi said.

But now that he is the emperor, he treats the political power as his own private property; rounding up the affairs in front of him is his own "family matter", so he can't be so casual.

at this time.

The breathing mask buckled on the old man's face was working at full capacity, allowing him to breathe fresh air after a long absence; the medical nano-robots obtained from Marika were also injected into his body, trying to repair his damaged cells.

Rong Liangyuan also took a look at Zuo Wu, squatted down, turned on the kettle, poured the clear liquid down, washed the old man's face, and revealed his true appearance.

He looked very human, but Zuo Wu didn't feel the insurmountable disgust from him, which showed that the old man was not a "pure-blooded human" in the general sense.

After the water used to wash the old man's face dripped from his cheeks, it quickly disappeared along the cracks in the powdery earth.

But the old man was obviously wearing a mask and was still in a coma, but he moved his throat as if smelling water, like a hungry dog ​​smelling meat.

Rong Liangyuan looked at it, lifted the mouth of the cup, and scratched his head at Zuo Wu with a smile:

"Ah, Your Majesty, I hope you don't think I'm wasting water because of his reaction...Water may be precious to them, but not to us."

Zuo Wu was noncommittal: "Do you think I am a little emotional?"

"...I can't say it, but I have met some employers before, and they insisted on saving the aborigines who were suffering,"

Rong Liangyuan made a wry smile:

"Just save it. The problem is that most of those employers don't care much about the saved natives after they go back."

"That's why I always wonder if those employers only need to enjoy the momentary self-satisfaction when saving people, and they don't care about the future of the aborigines. They just kill them and don't care about them."

"Most of the natives who were 'rescued' didn't even have a vision, and it was difficult to survive in the interstellar era. It would be more comfortable to stay in their hell-like hometown in the eyes of their 'saviors'."

Perhaps Rong Liangyuan, a hired adventurer, wanted to see a wave of wavering on Zuo Wu's face.

Zuo Wu just grinned, and shook his head boredly at these remarks: "It's a cliché, and don't get me wrong, I want to save the aborigines, not like saving a kitten or two. Just throw it away."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Rong Liangyuan asked, shaking the kettle in his hand, making it make the sound of surging water, like a musician directing the beating of the old man's throat.

Just the next second.

Suddenly his hand was empty, and the kettle appeared in Zuo Wu's hand.

Zuo Wu unscrewed the lid, then casually cut a hole in the old man's skin, and buckled the water bottle onto the wound.

The medical nano-robots that had already entered the old man's blood rushed to move the water molecules to the most water-deficient parts of his body, as if reinforcements were coming after a fierce battle for a long time.

The old man's shriveled lips are rapidly regaining their fullness, and the abyss-like wrinkles on his face are also being quickly filled.

His eyeballs began to move rapidly, like a second before waking up from a nightmare.

Zuo Wu finally replied:

"What I want to do, let's analyze the specific situation; if it's just an ordinary grandchild murdering the ancestors, I will choose to 'govern the world with filial piety', just hit the young man directly;"

"If there are hidden secrets in it, then I will analyze it slowly."

Rong Liangyuan nodded. He is not from Dilian, but a hired mercenary; also because of his culture, he lacks respect for the word "emperor", so he changed what he thought of:
"Hey, but let me not talk about whether this piece of space debris is still a problem with the Imperial Union; it is so big, do you plan to carefully distinguish the matters of the indigenous people one by one?"

Zuo Wu shrugged his shoulders: "I probably don't have the energy, so I'll count whoever I meet."

"Then you seem to be no different from those who adopt natives like kittens and puppies."

"It's a little different, at least I won't leave them alone after taking them away. Of course I have to be responsible for my 'family affairs' to the end."

Rong Liangyuan was silent for a moment:
"...Then your family is really big enough. You will probably have to leave this kind of thing to others in the future. It's just that the natives rescued by you will always have a higher status than others, right?"

The adventurer compares the hand to a balance: "Influencing the progress of a civilization with your own hands may be heavier than using a political machine to influence it; you said you will always do this, it is really... a bit willful."

Zuo Wu shrugged his shoulders, waiting for the old man on the ground to wake up: "So what? A regime as big as the Dilian should be able to bear my waywardness alone."

"But the Dilian is gone now."

"I will get it back." Zuo Wu said without looking back.

The conversation was interrupted, and Rong Liangyuan realized that he had talked too much today, but Zuo Wu was holding the water bottle, so he was reluctant to walk away.

The adventurer thought about it again, and suddenly said, "I understand, Your Majesty; you are not adopting kittens and puppies, but more like wanting to open a zoo."

Animals, aboriginals; in the park are also the life to be watched, but both life expectancy and health are much better than outside the park.

Zuo Wu shook his head, and threw the kettle back into Rong Liangyuan's hand: "Maybe, but it's also possible. Maybe what I can build is a continent where 'animals' can roam freely."

Rong Liangyuan clasped his hands: "Africa like the earth? I heard that 'Africa' is also the most plundered continent."

Indeed, if the natives are not to be disturbed, they still need to be isolated; but this is still the way Marika wants to cut off the hyperspace channel and create an untouchable golden country.

Zuo Wu still had no idea whether this idea was correct, and was a little surprised by Rong Liangyuan's words: "How do you know about 'Africa'?"

It is true that the Imperial Alliance originated from the earth, but the earth has never entered the sphere of influence of the Imperial Alliance, and the name of a certain continent on it is even less likely to be a very popular knowledge in the galaxy.

Even the Earthlings in the past could name at most a few cities in neighboring countries, and very few people could figure out the administrative planning of their neighbors.

Hearing the question, the adventurer took a few steps back, and took another deep look at the old man on the ground:

"There are also natives from the Imperial Alliance in my team; are you interested in why the natives of the Imperial Alliance joined my team?"

"It's just because my buddies and I are just kittens and puppies who were rescued on a whim and then discarded, and are hugging each other to keep warm."

It turned out that Rong Liangyuan himself was an aborigine from a certain place. No wonder he remembered to save the old man and move him to his side. A truly cold-blooded adventurer never thought of such an option.

Zuo Wu grinned: "Then how do you feel about the 'zoo' I want to create?"

"I don't care about it myself, some of my buddies will definitely hate it," Rong Liangyuan shrugged:

"It's just that I still have some buddies. If they hadn't had no choice, they wouldn't be willing to fight with me all day long."

……

The efficiency of communicating with light language between starships is improving.

Nothing else, just because of the intensity of the light and the difference in the spectrum, it can also be used as a "syllable" of a language.

For the big guys involved in the planetary exploration, the vision carried by them has been synchronized in advance, and the communication code is constantly updated.

As of now, although there is still no way to transfer files with a slightly larger capacity without loss, if the interference is ignored, at least there are not many problems with basic calls now.

With the actions of the explorers and the research of "Go to the Dead", the basic data of the entire planet has been fully presented.

The entire planet is desolate as if it was a mess, and Gray Wind's "carrion" mimicked almost everything.

——Earth, stones, grasslands; even the ocean on the other side of the planet is filled only with the transparent carrion of the gray wind.

The "curator" in the cave in front of him is the only higher life observed.

Biology shows that to maintain the natural existence of advanced life, there should at least be a stable ecosystem, and this is something that this planet absolutely cannot provide.

Combined with the ancient life-support devices that Rong Liangyuan observed, the possibility that these aborigines are indeed descendants of the organization that the technology hunters split from has gradually increased.

The rescued old man is about to wake up.

Ji Zhi finally found some tricks to walk on the dusty ground, and nodded his hooves:

"This is a fragment of another universe. We found the curator here. Could it be that technology hunters originated from this universe?"

"Not necessarily, this is just the curator of this universe, maybe the curator of our universe has not been discovered yet," Zuo Wu explained:
"Just like other universes also have me and you, because at some point we made different choices, resulting in different me and you."

Ji Zhi was a little dizzy, just tilted her head:
"I can't imagine being on the noisy planet and not talking to you myself... I should have disappeared with Dilian now, right?"

Renma Niang wanted to go forward to rub Zuo Wu, but Wen Run's expression quickly collapsed - Hui Feng was late, walked up to Zuo Wu, and pointed to the number to the dead in the sky:

"Hmm, do you have some questions to ask those technology hunters? Their manipulation of photon puppets also belongs to the category of wireless communication, and they can't be used at present, but I can connect you with a telephone line!"

"Telephone line? It means to pull a line from the To the Dead? How do you pull it?"

Zuo Wu felt that Gray Wind's body was really miraculous. Speaking of which, she herself was also a collection of countless nanomachines, and the communication between cells was not disturbed?
"It's not pulling, it's picking up! Why are you speaking Dilian's language less accurately than me?"

Gray Wind curled her lips, and just pointed to the sky, a black line protruded from her fingertips, and quickly reached the sky, stretching towards the starship without end.

Zuo Wu couldn't help but want to touch that thread.

But Huifeng stepped sideways to avoid it, and protested: "It's so itchy!"

And her "itch" seemed to be intensifying.

After being convinced that he had touched the starship, Gray Wind gritted his teeth and pulled the black thread from his fingertips, shook his hand, and handed it to Zuo Wu:
"Remember to return it to me, don't absorb it! Even a little bit of meat that I can use is precious!"

Zuo Wu took it, only felt that although the black line stretched to the horizon, the black line was as light as nothing, and he hadn't had time to ask how to use it.

A mass of sticky shadow seeped out from the black thread like oil, appeared!

It is a photon puppet of a technology hunter. It cannot leave the black line, but can only live in it. After seeing Zuo Wu, he pursed his lips:
"Mr. Zuo Wu, are you looking for us? In fact, we are not interested in 'curating', but we are very concerned about that cave~"

The puppet shook the black thread, jumping for joy: "Go, let's go and see~ Why is there such a solid that can form a mountain on a planet full of powder?"

Zuo Wu held the black thread, always thinking that it was a gigantic balloon, and the photon puppets were urchins vying for it.

"Wait, do we need at least a tour guide?"

The photon puppet is a little puzzled:

"Why do you need a tour guide? We are operating puppets. Miss Gray Wind will not be afraid of any threats on this planet. Mr. Zuo Wu is the same for you. What kind of tour guide do you want..."

"Oh~ we forgot about Ji Zhi, Miss Ji Zhi, here, here, are you willing to wait for us outside and do your own thing?"

The face of Centaur Lady changed again, and she looked up at the sky, thinking about the possibility of pulling the tech hunters out of the square cabin and beating them up.

But at this moment, the old man finally woke up slowly.

He was muttering something, combined with the language samples collected by Rong Liangyuan before, the software in the field of vision was deciphering the mumbling at an extremely fast speed.

The old man looked at his hands: "It's strange, it's strange, I'm...not thirsty or hungry, what happened?"

Ji Zhi nodded, a little impatiently: "We saved you, and who is the one who took away your life-support device?"

"It's my grandson, wait, who are you?" The panic in the old man's eyes lasted only for a moment, and then was replaced by a frenzy:

"No, it's not important! You, miss, you look so strange, why is your lower body different from ours and your companions? And this shadow, what is it?"

He suddenly realized something.

Then he became solemn, knelt down slowly, and touched the ground with his forehead, as if pleading:
"This is the most humble etiquette of our family. I can call you gods, masters, anything."

"I have only one request, too."

"Please allow me to study you... No, just touching you is enough!"

"Please allow me to satisfy my curiosity."

"As a result, I die without regret."

The photon puppet of the technology hunter suddenly turned his head.

As if they got their wish, they met a rare bosom friend in another world.

(End of this chapter)