Interstellar Railway: Start to Build a Foundation

People who live in space are indeed different from those who live on the ground.

The most intuitive experience is that there will be no sun that rises on time to wake people up.

For those accustomed to waking up in the sun, waking up in space for the first time, the metropolis thinks that today’s sun is not strong enough to get up from the horizon.

Fortunately.

The crew on the Star Dome train, except for Walter Young and Bai Xuan, spent much more time floating in the starry sky than stepping on the ground.

Oh, forget Danheng.

The fairy boat still simulates the time of the hometown, with sunrise and the cloudy and sunny moon.

At this moment, the Star Dome train.

“Boom! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The sound of continuous knocking on the door interrupted March Seven’s sweet dream.

This is the daily wake-up call of the conductor Pam to urge the crew who have not yet woken up to get up and go to breakfast.

“March Seven, why haven’t you gotten up yet?!”

Although his mind was still a little confused, March Qi still slowly got up, removed the quilt that bound his chest, and sat on the bed.

She replied somewhat mechanically to the door:

“Wake up, wake up, come right away.”

On the train, Captain Pam is also a very unprovoked object.

The last person who provoked it seems to be named Void Wanzo?

Then, she rubbed her eyes and subconsciously pushed the person next to her:

“Xiaobai~Xiaobai~wake up~”

“Wake up… Awake……? ”

It’s just that something feels wrong.

Bai Xuan’s body was not so soft, let alone so big.

“It won’t be…”

She confirmed again, and the sense of touch was not wrong.

With the faint night light, March Qi slowly turned his gaze and looked to the side.

I saw her hand grasping a soft mass while her master lay on his side facing him.

She wears a white singlet, has a bumpy figure, beautiful gray hair, and a cute face.

“Hmm…”

Looking a little familiar, it should be someone I know in 503.

“Hmm???”

She immediately became sober, her pink eyes widened, and she looked at each other incredulously.

How could “Star” be here?

It seems that he was disturbed by the temptation and palpation of March 7, and “Star” also woke up sleepily.

She first looked to the side and found that Bai Xuan was not there, and then looked at March Seven, who held her conscience:

“Good morning.”

March Seven puffed out his cheeks, and his eyes were a little sharp.

“Hmm…”

……

Star Dome train, viewing car.

Pam staggered out of the guest room compartment.

Seeing that it was a little unhappy, Himeko showed a polite smile and asked:

“Little March hasn’t woken up yet?”

Pam first shook his head, a pair of big ears swaying, and then added:

“You should wake up now.”

Himeko looked at the bus carriage not far away, and then looked at where Bai Xuan would normally sit, picked up the porcelain cup, and blew the coffee that was still steaming.

Then smiled faintly:

“Young man, it’s really energetic.”

……

Meanwhile.

Arilo-VI, Foundation underground base.

Humans are really good adaptors.

Sambo laughed at himself.

By the time he came from the surface to the ground, his mood had entered a stable normality.

He has accepted that he has entered the den of thieves, and is about to be taken by Dr. Bright, who has a great problem, to the French emperor, who must also have a big problem-

Fernand.

Sambo no longer struggles with whether there is a conspiracy behind Dr. Bright, or whether he can retreat from the whole body.

When he is forced to get involved in a show, all he should do is to do his best to fit into the identity of the moment, play the role, and enjoy the joy of the moment.

In other words.

“…… So, my identity is a merchant who has traveled all over the world, and now I come to meet His Majesty the Great Emperor? ”

Sambo is already in the play.

Dr. Bright is very satisfied with this.

But he still exhorted:

“Remember, although His Majesty the Emperor is not in his right mind from time to time, he is able to identify obvious lies.”

“Do you remember my identity?”

Sambo stopped, pressed his left hand on his right chest, bowed slightly forward, nodded and saluted:

“Of course, Count Bright.”

The only deficiency is that Sambo’s clothing at this time is not very solemn.

But it is this kind of clothing that has a more exotic style, which proves that Sambo is a merchant who travels all over the world.

Dr. Bright was even more satisfied, and he applauded excitedly:

“It’s great, then I went to change my clothes and ordered the kitchen by the way to let them prepare breakfast.”

Looking at Dr. Bright’s departing back, Sambo reiterated his requirements for food:

“Don’t forget the French food and sweets you mentioned.”

Dr. Bright smiled:

“Of course, there are no people on this site anyway.”

After saying this somewhat inexplicable sentence, his figure disappeared around the corner.

Next, Sambo took care of his clothes again, followed the sign on the wall of the foundation, turned left and right, and arrived at the sign –

In front of the room of [Containment-082].

The wall next to it is somewhat old, and even the wall skin has partially peeled off, revealing the structure behind.

In stark contrast, the room’s delicate double doors are striking.

It is solid red wood with brass handles, which is worth a lot at a glance.

After confirming his identity with the guard at the door, Sambo walked inside. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

As soon as he entered, Sambo was shocked by the sight in front of him.

In front of you, there is not only the gentle sun, but also blooming flowers and verdant plants.

When did he see such a sight in Belloberg.

Even more egregious is the palace standing in the center, which is rich in glass decoration and looks magnificent.

On the ground, neatly cut white and black stone tiles were everywhere, and a beautiful red carpet led from under your feet to the depths of the palace.

On both sides of the road, brightly dressed guards stood.

At that moment, Sambo really thought that he had traveled through time and space, came to another world, and witnessed another history.

After waiting in place for more than ten seconds, Sambo heard the sound of the herald sound again and again, from the inside of the palace to the outside.

“Merchant, Sambo, meet His Majesty the Emperor-”

“Merchant, Sambo, meet His Majesty the Emperor—”

“……”

Then Sambo stepped on the red carpet and entered the palatial palace to meet His Majesty Fernand.

It’s just that this majesty looked like a human being, which really gave Sambo a little shock.

Is this really just explained by having a strange illness?

Sitting at the head of the long table, Fernand had dark skin, a face with bristles like a pig’s bristle, a slightly pointed bald head, a large, round jaw, a bulbous nose, and sunken jet-black eyes.

Although he wore a crown of gold and precious stones and wore an expensive military uniform.

But Sambo only felt that there was a monster sitting there, not some emperor of the French Empire.

Let’s be honest.

Even Cocolia, Bronia, or Jepard sitting on it are more pleasing than this guy.

Seeing Sambo enter, the emperor showed a very friendly and casual smile.

He opened his mouth, showing sharp and sharp teeth, and said with a smile:

“A merchant from afar – Sambo.”

“The Prime Minister of Xuan, Count Bright, has introduced your identity and your intentions to Xin.”

“I am very happy that the entire continent of Europa is praising the fame of the French Emperor Fernand I.”

“Therefore, I have given you the privilege of sharing breakfast with the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister.”

As Fernand’s voice fell.

The maids, dressed in classical and bold clothes, served desserts, fruits, cream soup, mashed potatoes and other things on plates and placed them in front of them.

The valets on the side were preparing red wine and tea.

Sambo couldn’t help but be secretly shocked when he saw those elegant bone china tableware and silver tragedies.

At the same time, I asked myself if my requirements for breakfast were too low.

……

Faced with such a luxurious palace, a sumptuous breakfast as well as expensive cutlery.

The audience forgot about Dr. Bright.

Begin to discuss the food in the picture and the luxury of the court.

“I also want to be a containment, is there any way to go?”

“I don’t know, I’m also researching.”

“You say, if you make yourself uglier than Fernand, is there a possibility of being taken away by the foundation?”

“I don’t think so, and I’m still wondering how Dr. Bright can afford to raise so many people, and does the administrator have to replenish supplies here from time to time?”

“Yes, it stands to reason that Fernand did not know that the Foundation invested such extensive financial and material resources, since he has no immortality and a notoriety of cannibalism, wouldn’t it be better to execute directly?”

“Not clear, or does Dr. Ight have a better solution?”

……

And in the picture.

Seeing that Fernand had begun to use the knife and fork, Sambo also began to enjoy the meal.

The sweet smell and mellow taste stimulated his sense of smell and taste, making him immerse himself in this breakfast.

Could it be that Fernand was really the emperor? What exactly did Dr. Bright’s last words mean…

Sambo thought to himself.

Then, following the white greasy in front of him, he saw a fairy-like maid laying out a plate for him.

But he then noticed that everyone here, except him and Fernand, had a faintly lit and dim ring at their temples.

What is it?

Before Sambo could think about it, he heard a loud voice:

“The French Empire, Lord Prime Minister, Count Bright.”

Sambo put down his knife and fork and looked at the imperial prime minister with Fernand.

I saw Dr. Bright dressed in a court costume with intricate folds and lace trim, loose breeches, and a pair of high-looking boots.

All highlight the dignity of his status and the luxury of the court.

Sambo noticed that he was no longer wearing the lucky charm.

Dr. Bright saluted Fernand and greeted:

“Guian, Your Majesty.”

He then sat down next to Fernand, chatting with him and eating.

Just when Sambo thought that this breakfast would be extremely peaceful and peaceful.

Fernand suddenly went crazy.

In front of Sambo, the valets and maids, he opened his abyss-like giant mouth, wrapped Dr. Bright’s head, and began to chew to make a crisp bone cracking sound.

“Click—click—”

“Whaa

The knife and fork in Sambo’s hand fell on the floor tiles, and the sound echoed continuously.

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