It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

Or is there a small door for Marus to walk through?

He didn't know anything about it.

The smooth skin on the top of No. 12 Marus's thinking organ kept showing waves of wrinkles, showing tension and uneasiness at a glance.

"Hey!"

A loud shout came from the shop in front of him.

The slightly high-pitched voice made No. 12 Marus tremble.

He quickly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

A tall female Proxima stared at him, a smooth arc was exposed on the top skin of her thinking organ.

That's the Proxima smile.

Smile? !

He was at a loss for a moment.

Is this smile released to myself or to someone behind me?

He subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

There was no one.

"Hey! It's you!"

The voice came again, and at the same time, a burst of footsteps came.

"Are you from the incubation center to purchase supplies?"

The female Proxima Centaur leaned down slightly, and the curvature of the top of the thinking organ became more and more obvious.

She said softly: "If yes, come in, count the time, those adults should also send someone to come."

grown ups?

On the 12th, Marus was sensitive to the address in the female Proxima Centauri's words.

He quickly raised his head and glanced at her clothes.

Hmm...the quality of the clothes is not good.

It seems that this female Proxima Centauri belongs to the lowest and most numerous group of normal Proxima Centauri.

That is, the so-called ordinary people.

Even so, her status and his status seem to be separated by a natural moat.

It is no exaggeration to say that these are two very different classes.

No, in more rigorous terms, the equivalent of two species.

After all, Malus has no sex and cannot reproduce.

Therefore, a bit of doubt appeared in his three pairs of long and narrow visual organs.

He had never seen a Proxima who would smile at Malus.

"Are you from the hatchery?"

It seems that because No. 12 Marus has not spoken, the curvature of the top of the female Proxima's thinking organ gradually recedes, and instead, a slight wrinkle appears on the skin on the top of her thinking organ.

"Ah, yes, I'm here to purchase supplies for the incubation center!" No. 12 Marus gave up thinking and responded quickly.

As he spoke, he swung his frail and short forelimbs and placed them on top of his thinking organs to show his respect for the Proxima Centauri in front of him.

"Come in." The female Proxima Centauri turned around and said softly, "You don't need to give me such a big gift, I'm just the most ordinary Proxima Centauri."

Marus No. 12 was a little surprised, then put down his front limbs, and stepped into this slightly upscale shop cautiously.

"What supplies do the adults in the incubation center need this time?"

The voice of the female Proxima came.

Hearing the question, he quickly responded in a respectful voice: "I will pass the list to you."

As he spoke, he stretched out a forelimb and started to operate on his watch.

A few seconds later, the female Proxima turned her head and glanced at the monitor next to her.

"Okay, I got it."

"There are a lot of things, just sit and wait for a while."

After speaking, the female Proxima turned around and walked towards the warehouse behind the shop.

In the huge shop, only his thin Marus was left.

He looked at the clean chair beside him, and gave up the idea of ​​sitting on it.

He dare not.

After all, there are some things that these Maruss are not worthy of touching.

……

The waiting time was extremely long.

On the 12th, Marus raised his forelegs and looked at the time on his watch, with a bit of worry in his eyes.

Time is running out.

Suddenly, a conversation came from the warehouse behind the shop.

"Marus from the Incubation Center is here to purchase supplies again?"

"Yes, we are waiting outside now!"

"You left him outside alone?! That's Marus!"

"...What's wrong with Marus, aren't they all Proxima Centauri?"

"You! How many times have I told you! Marus is the lowest, they don't even deserve to be called Proxima! That's fine, you don't have to argue with me, go out and take a good look at that Marus!"

"...Hey, okay."

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Then, there was a series of footsteps getting closer.

On the 12th, Marus slightly opened his breathing hole, and exhaled a mouthful of stale air.

Should I come to drive myself away?

now it's right.

As Marus, how could he be treated like this?

As he thought about it, layers of fine folds appeared on the top of his thinking organs.

"sorry."

The slightly weak voice of the female Proxima came: "You don't have to take my father's words to heart."

"If there was any offense, I apologize on his behalf."

Chapter 207 Aquitas

On the 12th, Marus froze in place.

What did you just say?

Apologize?

sorry?

This, is this what a female Proxima Centauri said to herself? !

On the 12th, Marus raised his head slightly, staring blankly at the female Proxima Centauri who was much taller than him.

"I……"

He moved his lips, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Aquitas, everything is ready!"

A heavy voice came.

"Okay! Here we come!" The female Proxima Centauri shouted in front of her.

A smooth arc appeared on the top of her thinking organ again.

Then she turned and walked towards the warehouse again.

No. 12 Marus stared blankly at her back.

Aquitas...

This should be her name, right?

Unlike Malus, real Proxima people usually have their own names.

As he thought about it, he walked silently towards the door of the store.

Her father should come out later, he doesn't want to cause trouble for her.

Just smile at those two.

He hoped that she could survive future disasters.

……

A few minutes later, two tall Proxima Centauri came out of the warehouse.

When she saw Marus No. 12 standing consciously at the door of the store, the female Proxima named Aquitas couldn't help but froze.

"Aquitas?"

A heavy voice sounded from the mouth of the taller male Proxima Centauri: "It's the Marus at the door, right?"

Aquitas nodded slightly, followed behind the male Proxima Centauri, and walked slowly towards the door of the shop.

"Here you are." The male Proxima Centaur angrily threw two large bags in front of Marus, "Everything is ready, you can go."

No. 12 Marus once again placed his forelimbs on top of his thinking organs to express his respect: "Thank you."

"That's right." The male Proxima star looked at the figure of Marus No. 12, then at the two "huge" bags beside him, and pointed to the side of the shop nonchalantly, "There are moving tools over there, you can take them Use it, remember to send it back next time."

Marus on the 12th froze in place again.

After a few seconds.

"Thank you!"

He hesitated and walked towards the carrying tool beside him.

It was a crude cart.

But even so, the trailer helped him a lot.

He struggled to put the two bags on the cart one by one.

When he was about to leave, there was some struggle in his three pairs of visual organs.

Just leave like this?

No, no.

He let go of his short forelimbs and ran back to the shop.

"Huh?!" The visual organs of the male Proxima immediately narrowed, "Marus, what else do you want to do?!"

He sensed the hostility of the male Proxima in front of him.

Even so, he still put his forelimbs on top of his thinking organs, and said in a very respectful tone: "Please don't misunderstand."

"To say thank you, I want to tell you one thing."

"...that's what I heard at the Incubation Center." No. 12 Marus briefly explained the whole thing, and then added, "It's what Master Rex said."

He turned his head and glanced at Aquitas, and said again: "If such a thing really happens in the future, I hope you can survive."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the cart beside him.

With this cart, he has more time all of a sudden.