Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Its main function is to identify the value of materials and heritage, preventing the team from being completely clueless during the sales process.

　How should I put it? The status of the book lady is surprisingly high.

　This proves that even within similar illegal groups, intellectuals are always in demand... This may be true everywhere in the universe.

　Even the more cautious negotiations are something only she can handle.

　This might be the reason for her high income...

　As the Book Lady walked through the cockpit, passing various interstellar travel equipment, instruments, and indicator lights and screens flashing in various colors, she passed by.

　She reached the group leader... who was the alien Nige.

　Ahem, she found an empty seat next to the boss's seat, Rex, and casually crossed her legs.

　Well, perhaps among humanoid creatures, such actions are always associated with "ease" and "rudeness"...

　This behavior of hers is distinctly different from the intellectual image she projected during her conversation with Cong Yu.

　This proves that she has really integrated into the team.

　As she reported the crucial information she had just obtained from Cong Yu, Rex's expression turned serious.

　"So, the person who calls himself Cong Yu... can he really create a space that can exist independently of... well, folded space?"

　Ms. Books nodded in agreement.

　"Okay, books... I should have just not responded."

　Rex sensed they were in some trouble and looked up at her: "So, Cong Yu's purpose conflicts with ours..."

　Ms. Book seemed relatively calm in response, and then said, "Don't worry... although according to that man, he was entrusted by the survivors of this planet to come and collect the legacy of this civilization's ruins."

　"However, they didn't know our true identities and actually thought we were official archaeologists from the Star Alliance."

　"At least I think I acted pretty well."

　Upon hearing this, Rex's furrowed brows relaxed: "So, they didn't realize we were tomb raiders?"

　Well, that's some good news.

　So perhaps it would be better to just keep acting like this, get that person into Star Alliance territory, and then just slip away.

　But... what if that "guest" later finds out the truth?

　They might retaliate against them.

　Imagine this: a ghostly civilization that can almost switch between quantum and real states at will, and it has become enemies with a tomb raider.

　It goes without saying which side will break.

　"Hey, I'm talking about the library... does that guy know he's really strong?"

　The spaceship's first mate suddenly spoke up, turning to look behind him: "If we don't know, could we tie him up and put him on our pirate ship?"

　This statement immediately sparked a heated discussion among a group of team members of questionable character, filled with numerous—

　I heard...

　Oh, my second uncle mentioned that...

　Content such as 【hehehehe】.

　Indeed, as they say, many super-civilizations are like this.

　They clearly possess top-tier skills, but they don't know their own level...

　Then, due to a lack of intelligence, they were completely fooled and even tricked into attacking the interstellar police.

　Now, these guys are also discussing whether they can replicate that move.

　Rex and the Book Lady's expressions grew increasingly dark.

　Because the two of them knew the rest of those stories...

　The super civilization was too powerful. After the misunderstanding was cleared up, in order to wash away the shame, they hunted down and killed all those who had deceived them.

　No, you don't even need to do it yourself.

　The interstellar mercenaries only need to slip a little benefit through their fingers, and they'll tear those guys to shreds.

　Upon hearing this, Rex's face instantly darkened: "Whether the other party has any self-awareness or not, it's too dangerous, and the risk is too great... Still arguing? All of you shut up!"

　After the hall quieted down...

　"Ah……"

　Rex snorted and then turned to Ms. Book: "Book, what do you think? Should we keep it from that guest and run away? Or should we tell him the truth and see how he reacts?"

　The woman with the book immediately looked surprised... Tell the truth?

　The group of tomb raiders stared wide-eyed... Tell the truth?!

　To be honest, wouldn't their vote be invalidated? And they might even anger the other side and be finished!

　However, Ms. Book immediately understood what was going on, and her voice lowered: "Isn't this a bit too cautious?"

　To the equally bewildered Ms. Books, Rex scoffed, "The reason I've lived this long and built such a great reputation isn't because of luck... but because of caution!"

　To put it bluntly, it's just cowardice. They become sycophants to powerful people and never fight back even when faced with interstellar police...

　Rex waved his hand, issuing the decision: "That's it. Leave the decision to you, Library. And all of you... show some respect to that guest. Go back to your posts and don't say anything out of line."

　-

　For some reason, Cong Yu felt that this was not a proper archaeological team... Well, actually, it wasn't "for some reason," because Cong Yu wasn't just guessing randomly.

　The room assigned to him looks nice...

　Although Cong Yu will not sleep here, but will return to Lixiang Village to continue living with the Fengdu team.

　As a guest, Cong Yu was not restricted in his personal freedom; in fact, it could be said that the archaeological team was quite lenient with him.

　However, when he used Lixiang to move around, he could always hear some of the crew members talking about things like "dividing the spoils".

　"So, Etzel, what do you think?"

　Cong Yu said this, and Etzel waved her hand without hesitation: "That makes sense. The Star Alliance's archaeological team also needs to eat, right? They can secretly hide some things and sell them on the black market to supplement their income—"

　Makes sense.

　Cong Yu nodded, but he continued, "But I also heard them saying things like 'they discovered what we did,' and 'interstellar police'... Could they be a gang of interstellar thugs?"

　However, Cong Yu also probed during her conversation with the book lady... and felt that the other party was quite knowledgeable and did not seem like a ruthless bandit.

　Or are all interstellar bandits actually intellectuals?

　Cong Yu wasn't entirely sure about this either, so he asked Eztel.

　Etzel, however, remained nonchalant, intently watching Xiao Cui and Chi You play the game: "Don't worry, there aren't that many interstellar bandits."

　"Even in the interstellar age, the most ruthless bandits must be knowledgeable snow leopards... The moment I saw that lady with the book, I knew she was an intellectual."

　"Although I haven't been to school either."

　Cong Yu was somewhat speechless at Etzel's words, but she decided to put aside her doubts about the fleet for the time being.

　After all, Etzel is much more knowledgeable than him, so what he said is probably correct...

　Right?

　Chapter 915 Get out of the way! Cong Yu is about to show off!

　What do people eat on ships in the interstellar era...?

　This is something to look forward to, but upon closer examination... it's probably similar to "eating some local specialties".

　It's not about what to eat in the "interstellar age".

　Rather, it should be about [what the ship's crew and cooks traditionally like to eat]... Every planet has its own unique characteristics.

　Even many, many specialty dishes.

　The crew on this ship seemed to eat rather... casually.

　With this in mind, Cong Yu adjusted the direction of the camera on her shoulder, focusing it on the food on the plate in front of her.

　Cong Yu, sitting in the restaurant on the boat, is currently transmitting the scene to everyone in Lixiang Village.

　The food in front of you is distributed by the ship's chef, but you can request more if it's not enough...

　How should I put it? It does have a distinctly alien feel, and you can even tell at a glance that it's different from Earth food.

　Cong Yu held the spoon in her hand, looking at the colorful, smooth, and delicate... paste in front of her.

　Hesitation ensued...

　No, calling them "paste" might be a bit derogatory. Because these things are indeed very delicate, it feels more appropriate to call them "paste".

　Green ointment, blue ointment, pale yellow ointment, and purple ointment.

　The four kinds of pastes were served on metal plates. Judging from their appearance, the pale yellow paste should be the staple food (carbohydrates).

　Seeing Cong Yu's hesitation, the guide, Ms. Librarian, who was holding the same plate, explained, "Our main race on the archaeological ship is [Golden Light], and the cook is also... What do you call your race?"

　Cong Yu nodded in understanding and then explained, "【jin·qing——】, right? Well, about us..."

　Humans, magical girls, monsters, vampires, demons...

　Because it was too complicated, Cong Yu didn't know how to begin, so she could only say it in a complicated way: "From a genetic point of view... we are from the same species, but for some reason, we have been modified into many branches... and then..."

　At this point, Cong Yu felt it was too troublesome and there was no need to open up to the other party to this extent, so she simply summarized: "But we can collectively call it [ren lei]... that's it."

　Ms. Books nodded in agreement with Cong Yu's statement: "I've heard of similar cases where different races evolved into branching civilizations..."

　“But the Light-Clan is different. They are all Light-Clan, and they don’t care much about the appearance of their food.”

　As she said this, the lady with the book scooped up a spoonful of (paste).

　He stuffed it into his mouth: "And I'm used to eating cold food... but the taste isn't bad for me."

　The subtext is that it's uncertain whether it suits Cong Yu's taste.

　"..." Okay... Let's go! Cheers, brothers!

　With a "Hey hey hey!" attitude, Cong Yu ate a spoonful of the pale yellow paste... then paused for a few seconds.

　The taste is somewhat similar to...

　It has a very smooth texture and a sweet taste.

　That's pretty much it.

　"It's actually not bad."

　As she made her evaluations, Cong Yu tasted the other "pastes" and then realized... that the Jinqing-Clan was a species that liked sweets.

　The green paste is clearly plant-based, but it's sweet; the blue paste has an unidentified meaty flavor, but it's also sweet.

　The purple paste is the sweetest, but also the most sour and astringent... The taste is hard to describe, but overall it can't be said to be unpalatable.

　"So, you represent humanity?"

　Ms. Books finished her food first, then started talking to Cong Yu: "Is she a leader? Or one of the leaders?"

　Well, that's hard to say...

　The common language does have the concept of "God," but God does not exist, and to say "the one who is worshipped"... feels like an inaccurate expression.

　Therefore, Cong Yu could only say this—

　“I am the representative, the strongest of the race, but not the leader or the king... We are not that kind of structure.”

　Ms. Tu nodded in response to Cong Yu's words: "In a parliamentary system, the power behind you is the strongest in the parliament."

　Well, if we consider the "Salvation Organization" as the pinnacle of Earth's civilization, then it's not entirely unreasonable to understand it that way.

　But the only problem with their explanation is...

　"I became a member of the 'Parliament' based on my personal abilities and friendships... even though I find it difficult to understand what a parliament is."

　As Cong Yu said this, she put a spoonful of purple ointment into her mouth and added, "As you can probably tell, we don't rely on technology..."

　"Actually, we also have technology, but the superior individual strength of our race allowed us to enter the interstellar era ahead of time."

　Cong Yu's words silenced the book lady and the crew members listening nearby... Are all humans this honest?

　And also... personal ability.