from Xingyuan

Chapter 334 039. Heroic Soul Bar
The bar is filled with dark blue light, a glass of tequila with mint and chili, an insect warrior holding a laser rifle and playing a guitar with a cooling wire, the girl bartender of silicon-based life stares at you with dead fish eyes, Chatting with you one after another.

The mercenary next to him drank too much wine, spitting slang and swear words, and spitting acid spit stars, talking about key politics and discussing how to cut off Red King's head, as if this would make Val The border satellites of Kiri Fortress are out of control.

This is Mintak'yko, the most famous bar in Valkyrie Fortress, but regular customers who really come and go can't remember this awkward name at all.

"Heroic Soul"

This is where they belong.

In the Valkyrie fortress where every inch of land is expensive, not everyone can afford to live in hotels and apartments, even if they spend a lot of money to buy a house, gangsters and mercenaries fight, and local snakes change hands every day, so that Most travelers who have just arrived here choose to rest at the bar.

"Have you read the news? As I said, Red King, a bastard who steals around, will cause disaster sooner or later—look, the United Group was fined 1 by the Abyss Star Alliance Trillions of ammonium, this is their punishment for prohibiting early repayment of loans to the anti-social Alat Federation! "

A crystallized silicon-based man took a sip of the heavy acid lotion, and the circuit board of the blood vessel immediately became red hot, and his expression panel was beaming, as if others would not know how powerful the program he generated was:
"If you want me to say, this is the most powerful fine for a narrative-level civilization in the abyss, but the "Empire of Heroes" is not a good thing. They don't use their own people and let the Alat Federation resist [Purple Moon Society] Athenia's. "

"No, your idea lacks a macroscopic understanding. Without the narrative level to block it, these societies have already wiped out Xingyuan."

A priestly knight with a crocodile head finished his prayer and stuffed the tome into his arms. He grinned and said dissatisfiedly:

"Here is the philosopher king fighting the Pope, and there is [society] invading 'civilization'. Hahaha, Star Abyss is so exciting, we bastards with our heads hanging on our waists, free servants who can't pay much tax a year Bing, actually still cares about the merits of the masters at the narrative level, how awesome!"

"The "Temple of Annihilation" has continued to launch wars using the Star God strategy in the past forty centuries, expanding its territory by one-fifth. Although the "Empire of Heroes" has also expanded the "Inherent Time Domain", it has only solidified two interstellar routes, with a total of no more than 4 million light-years, which is much better than the priests of the "Temple of Annihilation". "

"I haven't seen your face, but you don't look like a newcomer. The mage should not be reduced to a bar where free mercenaries are gathered."

The man went straight to the front desk, sat down, and said to the bartender:

She carelessly put her feet on the table, picked up a glass of fluorescent magic energy beer, and said sarcastically:

"Radon waxy is a good raw material for silicon-based life care products, which can prolong the life of silicon-based life. Inert gas molecules can isolate the crystallization oxidation in the body. At the same time, radon waxy is an irresistible delicacy for silicon-based life ——This market is too big and the profit is too high, if you let me get it as a bar owner, I can buy this street in a month.”

"Do you have a radon glutinous production star in your hand?"

"So that's it, I'm here to receive the reward." The bartender shrugged, "You're late, the materials Boss Olafur needs are already in sufficient supply, and we won't be accepting this kind of hibiscus in the short term."

"Then you can only find a blind man." Magnet said bluntly.

"Hey, Calvin Magnet, Prophet Crocodile. You two are full today, and you've been attacking current affairs early in the morning."

"Although Mr. Magnet is short-sighted, can spray sand when he talks, and has a low IQ, honesty is one of his few good qualities."

The young man chuckled:
"I know, but I think Mr. Olafur won't refuse to produce stars from a raw material of radon that has not been enclosed?"

"Who knows, the rumors are not true. It seems that the real Mr. Olafur is unwilling to spend energy on development, and only wants to buy a ready-made high-priced Radon Nuo farm. If this is the case, then I can only find another home."

Dark Elf's sharp review:
"Tender."

The next moment, he inserted a data receiver into the interface on the back of his brain. After the display on his face flickered for a while, he reassembled a sullen face, and his voice became old-fashioned:

The silicon-born bartender was stunned, and immediately said seriously: "Please wait a moment."

"Don't fight, you will lose money if you break something."

After Olafur finished speaking, he was about to raise his hand and unplug the signal receiver.

"Hey, you eat silicon hydrate sand, you can't finish it!"

While the three were arguing, the door of the bar opened slowly, and a young man with short blond hair and a blue-and-white jacket walked in slowly. He was wearing a hood, and he looked like a mage, but he kept a low profile with those spellcasters. The introverted temperament is quite different.

"Annihilation Spring Brew, Drake's Blood, Nukabeer, Cherries, and Lemons."

Clang!

"Screw you." The dark elf Fulana raised her slender and straight ring finger: "When I find a handsome young man who is rich and immature, you all know that I was wrong."

"In this case, it's a pity." The young man said regretfully: "I was going to think that that planet is an uninhabited land, and the civilization on it is still playing with stone tools and bones. 'Six Eyes' Olafur, you should like it very much."

The other party did not explicitly express doubts, but every sentence repeated a point of view:
Radon Nuo is such a high-value product, it is not something you, a newcomer who has applied for political asylum, can produce.

He doesn't do anything, and people naturally focus on him.

The bartender said, but his face was very strange:

The Crocodile Prophet made a sign of the cross on his chest:
"May the all-knowing and all-powerful Buddha of Immeasurable Longevity bless you and escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, Amino."

creak-

"A cup of Valhalla, 25 ammonium gold."

"Mr. Olafur, I think you have misunderstood." The young man smiled, "I never said that I have a raw material planet that can produce radon."

"It's a carbon-based human mage, I don't know which human race it is." The Crocodile Prophet saw the racial and professional characteristics at a glance.

"What's more, you are not at the level of the gamma level." He glanced at the young man, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "How long have you not been an adult? Are you in college? If you are in a hurry to use money, I can give it to you." You have a job - but if you want to bluff, sorry, this is one of the most famous three-handed areas in the whole layer, and there is no rule of law."

"Yo, newcomer?" Magnet muttered.

"Furana Yeyu, as long as your small mouth is half as beautiful as your dark elf's face and figure, you won't be able to find a regular teammate after 90 years of being a freelance mercenary." Magnet immediately said unceremoniously shot back.

"Don't you believe it?" the young man asked back.

"Political asylum." The young man said concisely: "Mr. Olafur once issued a reward for the acquisition of Ling Hibiscus, which marked the location of the tavern."

"Then there's nothing to say, go away, I don't have time to spend with you."

A dagger was inserted on the wine table, and a sassy and gorgeous elf sat between the two of them immediately. She flicked her silver-white ponytail, and the exoskeleton armor on her body deformed adaptively, revealing her pretty chocolate complexion.

pat, pat.

After all, the young man turned around and prepared to leave.

"--return!"

Olafur hastened to shout:

"You said...that planet is a land of no man? It can't be a secret planet that is being observed by an interstellar civilization and arranged as a social testing ground, right? Is it really an independent planet?"

(End of this chapter)