Escape to Farmland

Chapter 811 Speed ​​per second is measured in light years

"Returning to Your Highness, I don't know how many masters and servants there are in the Plane Trading Huimeng."

Qiu Ying replied seriously, "But so far, there are only three lords who can live in the trading city for a long time."

"One of them is our Lord Mingyi, and the other two are Lord Rock and Lord Le Xiaoyao."

According to Qiu Ying's narration, Xia Quan knew that Lord Mingyi and the other two were the third founders of the Plane Trading City.

In fact, above the three of them, there is an extremely mysterious existence.

This mysterious person is so mysterious that even the closest people who follow the three lords don't know.

In other words, none of the three lords dared to mention the name of that mysterious existence.

Therefore, even if the plane trading city stands here for countless yuan, no one knows who that mysterious being is, what it looks like and where it is.

Xia Quan was a little shocked when he heard it, and asked casually, "I wonder how long sister Qiuying has been with Lord Mingyi?"

"About thirty meetings."

In Qiu Ying's originally melodious voice like a lark, there was a trace of vicissitudes of seeing through everything, "It's been too long, I can't remember clearly."

Xia Quan: "..." So, the creatures living here will never age?
She looked enviously at the elegant and pretty woman in front of her, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a short silence, she asked again: "By the way, sister Qiuying, how big is the entire trading city?"

After half a month in the trading city, she only took the elders to barely complete the ninth district, and this was because she didn't dare to seriously visit it.

If she wanted to carefully keep every street, every important building or important area in the ninth district in mind, she might not be able to complete it if she was given ten times the time.

"Returning to Your Highness, the real trading city is only within the first nine districts."

Qiuying replied, "And this city is octagonal. If you only count these, well, each side is about 800 million light-years or more."

"How about calculating how big this city is, Your Highness?"

The corner of Xia Quan's mouth twitched: "..." Is your distance calculated in light years?

"The speed of your aircraft is..."

She didn't bother to calculate how big it was within the Ninth District, so she changed the topic, "How long does it take from the mansion where I live to Mingyi Palace?"

Qiu Ying: "The speed of this aircraft is not fast, the speed of slaves is only three light-years per second."

Xia Quan: "..." Is your family's speed measured in seconds?
when she didn't ask.

She remembered that the speed of her own aircraft was ten light-years per hour, and they were shocked by it for a long time.

But compared to other people's speed of three light years per second, my speed is simply...

Nothing better than that.

That's it, and the speed is not fast, so what is fast, ten light-years per second?

Faced with such a technology beyond imagination, Xia Quan was powerless to complain.

"How long will it take to get there?"

She changed the subject again bluntly, can't she hide if she can't be provoked?

Even if she was about to meet a man-eating monster, she didn't feel guilty at all.

"We'll be there in twenty minutes."

Qiuying didn't see the feeling of being powerless to complain under her calm face, so she replied very seriously, "If your highness is tired, you can take a rest."

"The servant girl will wake you up later."

"Ah."

Xia Quan nodded, watched Qiuying leave, squinted his eyes to calculate the time and second speed, and suddenly realized...

No, at a flying speed of three light years per second, they should have arrived long ago.

Could it be, is there any technology in this trading city that I don't understand?

(End of this chapter)