Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 796: Journey on Earth
"According to reports from the front, the Fifth Fleet has been in the Hanging Stone Star Region for nearly a month, and negotiations between the Federation and the Mechanical Council are already underway..." The personal terminal next to the table broadcast the latest news.

Biaoxing enjoyed the customized sumptuous lunch in front of him and thanked the Fifth Fleet for its rich food and catering standards.

"Hi~" A familiar voice came from a distance.

Biaoxing looked up and saw Researcher Seaweed Head and a few others coming over. Judging from the driving suits they were wearing, they should be members of the Fifth Fleet.

"It's been a month since you came to the Fifth Fleet. Are you used to it, Biaoxing?" The researcher still had a lazy smile on his face.

Ever since Pulin led the Fifth Fleet to set sail, he and many people from the research institute have been transferred to the Fifth Fleet, reportedly to test new mechas on the battlefield and collect data.

"Habit." Biaoxing nodded, his eyes attracted by the people beside Seaweed Head.

Although they were all drivers, he could clearly feel that the other people were in a rather depressed mood.

"Let me introduce you. These guys are the test drivers of the new mecha. Their status in the research institute will be the same as yours. You will be my colleagues from now on." At the suggestion of the Seaweed Head Researcher, these guys finally forced a polite smile on their faces.

"Hello."

"Hello." Both parties nodded.

After that, there was the routine exchange of introductions.

"This is Misa."

"I'm Kuman."

"My name is Weed."

"And our Que Lin." A girl with emerald twin ponytails was pushed in front of the group. She seemed a little absent-minded, but she still smiled and nodded.

"Okay, now that you guys know each other, why not get together for a good meal today, or go out and play in the evening. I don't think there will be any missions during this period of time." Researcher Seaweed Head brought the group together.

"No problem." Several people nodded to each other. They saw that the age difference was not big. The oldest, Kuman, was only 36 years old. As for the youngest, Que Lin, she was one year younger than Biao Xing and was only 27 years old.

"Becoming a Sequence 27 mecha pilot at the age of 7, this can be considered a top-level genius in a star field."

"Of course, Que Lin is the treasure of our team, haha." The dining atmosphere finally became lively.

Afterwards, they added various delicious snacks, barbecue, beer, and drinks, and went to the Starship entertainment area to sing, dance, play games, etc.

After spending several days together, Biaoxing gradually became familiar with these people. The general feeling was that Kuman was more mature as a captain, Misa was a bit shy, Wade liked to act cool, and Que Lin... this girl who loved music and seemed lively, would occasionally fall into a state of contemplation and depression.

It was time for vacation again, and Seaweed Head suggested that they go for a trip to the residential planet.

"Since it looks like there won't be a war, why don't you go play on Earth for a few days? This planet has a very ancient history." Researcher Seaweed Head suggested during the dinner.

"This is great. I've always dreamed of this. I can get wartime salary subsidies and travel freely at the same time." Wade raised two fingers to indicate that this was really cool.

"Are we all going?" Biaoxing was a little uncertain. In case a war broke out, there would always have to be someone on duty in the team.

"Go ahead." The Seaweed-headed researcher waved his wrist casually, and was greeted by the explosion of celebration in the room.

……

'Wind Erosion' inhabited planet, red soil wilderness.

The dry sand is blowing, and when you walk on this land, you will feel the occasional slight scratches on your skin.

"There's a small town ahead."

Tilan and Pulin stood on the sand dunes, looking at the small town surrounded by hillsides in the distance. It was rare to have such natural conditions that kept the town from being swept by sandstorms.

"Do you want to go there to verify your point of view?" Tilan gently covered her head with her hands to avoid the scorching sun.

"Yes, do you dare to come over?" Pulin was now wearing a red shirt and jeans, and her fiery red hair was tied into a single ponytail. She looked extremely capable and made it difficult to recognize her true identity.

"of course."

Even though she knew that Pulin was deliberately provoking her, Tilan did not refuse. Today she was wearing a white robe with only a little hair showing through the hood.

The two walked down the mountain path. The road here was just a flat piece of land shoveled out on the desert-like land. It looked very smooth and flat from the air, but when people really walked on it, they would find all kinds of gravel and sand.

At first, neither of them spoke much, but after walking for a while, they gradually started talking.

"It's been a long time since we took a walk together like this." Pulin recalled some of their college days.

"Yeah." Tilan nodded.

"Why do you seem rather dull today? You were apparently quite talkative when we were bickering in the morning." Pulin teased the black-haired girl beside him.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to talk." Tilan raised her eyes and looked at Pulin who was still shrouded in sunlight, with mixed feelings.

"That's really a dilemma. I need you to accompany me here to continue the debate this morning." Pulin shook her finger and walked in front.

"We will go to the town later and ask the locals what they think of the changes in the Federation over the past twenty years, and see whether the Federation has made substantial progress under my leadership."

"Aren't you extremely pragmatic? Don't you believe in gentleness and kindness? If even people in such a remote town can feel the changes, I think you will have nothing to say." Pulin looked back confidently.

"If that's really the case..." Tilan didn't continue.

The two men's footsteps slowly approached the small town in the wilderness. At this time, vehicles passed by on the road from time to time, raising billowing smoke and dust.

Another truck drove by, and Pulin raised his arm, allowing the invisible air mask to cover the two of them to avoid being affected by the opium.

"This environment is not good at all." She began to complain.

Seeing this scene, Tilan just shook his head secretly. Isn't this the current situation in many remote areas of the Federation?

After finally arriving at the town, the road under our feet finally turned into the familiar gray geomagnetic field. Occasionally, we could see some suspended autonomous units shuttling back and forth, assisting in the transportation of goods within the city.

There are not many people living here, only about 2000 or so. There are few shops on the street, and you rarely see competing stores selling the same products.

"Is there anything delicious here?" Pulin took Tilan into a store and asked straight to the point.

"Hello, beautiful lady, we have a lot to eat here, and we have some freshly made honey-glazed barbecue." A young man wearing a small hat welcomed warmly.

"Honey barbecue?" Pulin turned his gaze to the rolling iron wheel not far away. Skewers of barbecue were being heated on it for who knows how long.

This barbecue machine might be even older than Pulin. She secretly complained and felt a little disgusted.

"In addition to this, we should probably order some light drinks. My friend likes them." As she said this, she pulled Tilan out from behind her.

Even with some cover-up, the black-haired girl's appearance still made the clerk stunned for a few seconds before he reacted.

"Drinks, oh, drinks, yes, we also have special sea buckthorn juice, which is a local specialty and an extraordinary drink. It works well. Wait a minute, I'll bring it over."

After saying that, he picked up the key and went to the small room behind the counter. After a minute or two, he brought out a bottle of orange drink.

The packaging is a very ordinary glass bottle, which should contain refined sea buckthorn juice, emitting faint magical ripples. It seems to be an extraordinary drink, but the grade is definitely not higher than T4.

Regarding such a remote town, Pulin could only shrug her shoulders and not ask for too much.

"Give us two bottles." She held up a card to pay.

"Okay~" the clerk replied happily, and handed a bottle to each of them.

Afterwards, the two of them walked around the store with their juices. There were all kinds of miscellaneous goods sold here, from snacks to electronic products and some daily toiletries. "That's all." Pulin took a few bags of snacks before leaving, paid and left.

Before the two men walked far out of the store, a series of bangs from an old-fashioned motorcycle came rushing over and finally stopped in front of the store behind them.

Five strong men with tattoos got off the motorcycle, jogged a few steps, stepped onto the steps in front of the store, and entered the store.

Seeing this, Tilan and Pulin stopped. They stood under the sparse shade of the trees on the street, opened the bottle caps, and drank the simple juice drink.

Even if the two of them didn't say it, this process can indeed be called nostalgic.

After a while, the sound of conversation was heard in the shop.

"Is the boss not back yet?"

"Not yet, but it should be here soon." The clerk who had just served the two people replied, and then muttered again.

During the process, what the two expected did not happen, which made Pulin lose interest. She then threw the empty juice bottle into a nearby trash can.

"Let's go and have a look at other places."

The two then walked around the town, a process that took about an hour, and they occasionally asked the locals about things along the way.

"My friend and I came here to travel, and we were curious whether the situation here has always been like this."

"Situation, what situation? Oh, I see, you are from other star regions."

"The development here is indeed backward, but it has improved a lot in recent years." Hearing this, Pulin elbowed Tilan's arm with a little pride.

Seeing her behaving like a child, Tilan wanted to laugh, but remembering that she herself was also immature, she couldn't laugh at this moment. She just shook her head slightly, indicating that this was not enough.

"How do you feel better?" The black-haired girl rarely spoke on her own initiative today, her clear voice like a spring in the desert.

"No, of course it's about public security. Nowadays, we don't see bullies and robbers anymore." The uncle on the roadside said casually, recalling the scene when he was young.

"Back then, I almost joined them. I smoked, drank, dyed my hair, got tattoos, and drove fast cars everywhere to vent my dissatisfaction." He leaned against the door frame and spoke skillfully, but looking at his big belly now, he probably can't be crazy anymore.

“Where did those people go later?”

"Many of them have gone to work in other places. In recent years, many star fields have been developed and constructed, and some space stations have been built. They are all short of people, so even short and inferior people will be wanted by someone." He complained casually.

"Didn't you go?" Tilan asked curiously.

"I got married, and my father-in-law was worried about his daughter and me going to the alien region, so he stayed. Now the children have grown up, and he can't leave." As he said this, he took out a local cucumber from the house, split it open, and handed it to the two of them to eat.

"What are you doing here when there are so many fun places in the Federation?"

"This is probably out of curiosity. I've been to many bustling and fun places." Tilan responded.

“I really don’t understand you young people.” The uncle continued to lean against the door frame.

At this moment, there was another round of honking, and a truck stopped in front of the uncle's house.

The car door opened and the driver in a jacket got out with a cigarette in his mouth, "Are the things I want ready?" After saying that, his not-so-useful eyes could only see the two girls beside the door clearly.

"Your niece?" The driver was skeptical.

“No, he’s a guest from out of town.” The uncle said, walked into the house, took out the heavy metal box for storage, and put it into the truck.

"I have fixed the thing. It is an old thing after all. You can use it with ease later."

"Okay, I got it. Come to the store to ask for the money later." The driver replied skillfully.

"Wait a minute." The uncle called out to the other person.

"what's up?"

"These two guests want you to help them go to the city to have a look." The uncle pointed at Tilan and Pulin beside him. They had finished touring this small town and were ready to go to a bigger place.

"Tourists?" The driver looked at the two young figures suspiciously. Because they were extraordinary people, even Pulin looked to be only in his twenties.

"Okay, remember to give me the fare." The driver raised his hand and motioned for the two to get in the car.

If they were ordinary girls, they would probably be afraid that the driver would take them to some unknown corner. However, not only were Pulin and Tilan both top-level transcendents, but their communication devices would connect them and military forces would arrive at the scene in less than three minutes. Naturally, they would not be afraid of such a trivial matter.

The two men walked to the back seat of the truck with some curiosity, where there was still a lingering smell of sweat and grease.

Although the conditions were not good, they were not the kind of spoiled girls, and their attention soon shifted to the scenery that was constantly receding outside the car window.

In the vast wilderness, there are strange-shaped rock protrusions. Occasionally, rusty buildings can be seen on the rocks. They seem to be radar and communication stations, and some are rusty huts.

The buildings that used to contrast sharply with the surroundings have now become difficult to distinguish due to the rust.

"What are those buildings?" Prin became curious.

"Oh, those are very old things. If we really trace their origins, they must be old things from the Fourth Age." The driver turned his attention.

"Don't you know? I thought you came here just to see this. After all, there's nothing else in this crappy place except these rusty antiques."

"The Fourth Age?" Pulin wanted to learn more.

"Yes, the Fourth Era." The driver turned the steering wheel to avoid the large rocks in the road and continued.

"It is said that it was during the early days of the fleet's exploration of the universe after leaving Earth. At that time, a colony fleet landed on this planet and began to build and transform the environment."

"Don't be fooled by its poverty now. In ancient times, this place was an important industrial planet." He said casually.

"See those red rocks? They are iron ore. Almost the entire planet is covered with iron ore. If you refine it, it will become steel. In the early Fourth Era, such a planet was an industrial center. All kinds of colony ships, building materials, and industrial products were manufactured here."

"Although there is not much water on the planet, the wealthy locals at that time would use imported natural water for bathing."

"As for why we use natural water instead of purified water, it is of course because the former is of high quality and everyone can afford it." The driver swung the steering wheel casually. It was more like playing a real-life driving game than driving. Middle-aged people really don't have much fun.

The three of them spent the rest of the journey chatting casually until a seemingly abandoned city appeared ahead of them.

Many of the buildings here have been weathered and corroded. Some tall buildings seem to be left with only skeletons, swaying slightly in the air, and the wind blowing through them makes a whistling sound. As for the small buildings and low buildings below, they are still full of vitality, with various signs of both new and old. Tens of thousands of people live here, and some young people and even students can be seen on the streets.

"We're here." The driver stopped the car.

"I have to make some deliveries later, so you guys stay here. If you want to travel around, you can call a tour guide. Try to stay in the city center, where the conditions will be better."

"Thank you." Tilan nodded in thanks, but Pulin's attention had already been attracted by the scenery on the street.

Here, you can see quite old and simple traditional costumes. The dark red woven shawl with holes looks like it was left by your grandmother. But on the other hand, you can also find the latest styles of clothes and electronic products in the Federation. What many young people discuss is not too far behind the mainstream of the Federation.

A style where old and modern collide with each other is presented harmoniously here, and no one finds it strange at all, as if it was supposed to be this way.

"It's a very interesting place." Pulin moved her fingers, making a slight clicking sound.

"Let's call a tour guide first?" Tilan asked Pulin beside her.

"Okay, let's go." Pulin looked at the messy streets with a mixture of old and new, and followed Tilan.

(End of this chapter)