[Science Fiction Interstellar GL] Queen of Worms

It was only when Medea walked into the crowded bathroom that she realized how bad the door that could not be expanded was.She had to retract the excess part of the wings into her body before going into the bathroom.Although it is mentioned that this is a fairly complete bathroom, after all, it is a ship for travel and business purposes, and it cannot be denied that this is still a relatively small space.She squeezed past the messy stool and shampoo as she made her way to the tub.The water was still hot, and the little thing was sleeping soundly beside the bathtub, only showing a white neck with tied hair high and protruding.Metia reached out to pick up the sleeping girl from her armpit, the sound of water woke her up, the little thing stood up in a daze, with sleepy eyes.

Metia reprimanded angrily:

"Which human being would sleep for more than 15 hours a day like you, are you still a baby..."

Having said that, Medea still carried her around the obstacle and went out again, throwing her on the bed.She picked up the bath towel that Emperor Verdan had put away long ago, and worked hard to dry the little thing's body.The girl obediently let Metia finish tormenting, and then stared at her blankly.After looking at the little girl for a few seconds and confirming that this guy really won't make another move, Metia lifted the quilt and threw her inside.After stuffing the magazine into the little girl's hand, she turned and walked back to the bathroom, kicking away the stool and shampoo, thinking about it, but still didn't close the door.

She turns on the hot water.

Although I was a little worried about not having enough hot water, I thought it would be quick to take a bath by myself, so there should be no problem.After wetting her hair, Metia poured shampoo on her head in a somewhat rude way——she remembered something wrong, but it didn't seem to matter.After rubbing casually, she washed off the foam and stepped into the bathtub.It doesn't matter if it's not clean, she will metabolize the dirt anyway, she just wants to take a bath.

Metia soaked her whole body in the bathtub—it was a bit difficult for her, after all, the height limit could not be changed.She found relief by lifting her knees slightly out of the water.After being completely soaked in, Metia let out a comfortable breath, and slowly let her thoughts go.

She thought about the little thing, and at the same time pondered the need for a bathtub on Jormungandr.If only I could read the newspaper while taking a bath.She thought of Emperor Verdant again, she engraved that word on Emperor Verdant's gloved arm, even though she knew well that her subordinates never did, she never tried to forget any task.But she still….

No, nothing.

She touched the mark on the inner thigh in a daze, and remained silent.

The sound of the water was panicked, swallowing all the sounds.

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Let’s talk about Emperor Verdan who was kicked out.Fortunately, she didn't know that the tattoo on her arm was also engraved on the queen's body, or on the inner thigh, otherwise, her insanity would have lasted from Yemengard to d20 landing.But after she calmed herself down (after Baba wanted to button the gold button of the coat but thought about it), she was still feeling blissful about being marked, so she jumped down the gangway humming a little tune.

She skillfully threw two pennies to the official who came to collect taxes with a face, and then stretched out her hand and viciously tore off a piece of penis from his waist.Familiar noises filled the parking lot almost deafeningly.That was the sound of the casino.It's a pity that Emperor Verdan was banned from entering any casino three years ago.After carefully collecting the tickets, she waved her hand to let the mimics play by themselves, then walked to the entrance of the underground passage of d20 with a smile:

There is someone there.

It's not appropriate to say that he is an individual, but in short, he doesn't have any sense of disobedience when he mixes with weird mercenaries.But he is not a man, nor a worm, but a small remnant of a race that is almost extinct, called Kali.It was a lizard man.When Emperor Verdan walked in front of him, he was rolling his tongue learning the words of the holographic image, and she could clearly see that what he was holding in his hand was the Declaration of Medea.Mercenaries always like something dark, like a rebellious legacy from their teenage years.Most of them have been mercenaries since then, and these remnants in their bones have followed to this day.It's a good thing to keep your faith, she thought, and greeted the other party.

"Hello, Carly."

She didn't ask much, and took out some samples directly.It was a specially processed box, and only the person who entered the password could see the contents inside through the small window.A masterpiece of mercenaries, specially used for delivery in public places, a product that meets the needs very well.Kali stretched out his paw—well, hand, and almost slowly typed a few numbers with his long, curled fingers.The box beeped.His big eyes with eye patches blinked twice before repeating in a slow tone:

"This is exactly what we want."

"When our family needs money, we never lie to others. We will cooperate again if necessary~"

She nodded to him, and then heard the news that the money had been paid in the earphone without any surprise.Too lazy to say hello again, Emperor Verdan walked directly down the stairs of d20.

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Almost 20 minutes had passed by the time she briskly jumped off the ground of the underground city.Her customers were already waiting downstairs, all beaming with joy at the fact that the goods were indeed as perfect as needed.After paying off the payment like last time, Emperor Verdan turned and left.Then she stretched herself, and said to herself:

"Where are we going to play next?"

She showed a narrow smile, then pretended to change her voice and said childishly:

"Of course you have money to drink! Otherwise, what else can you do?"

After freely deciding that he wanted to go to the bar, Verdante waved his hand and called a taxi (its body was even as dilapidated as the Noron, it could run at best), paid first, and brought a funny child seat The modified taxi started running on the road that often had potholes inexplicably.She found a place that wasn't very broken, put her head down a little, and rested unsteadily.

In the underground city of d20, you can often see scarlet dots on the outer wall, which are the traces left by the factory's burning exhaust gas. Now it is twinkling, and it looks like a starry sky.But the smell in the air is not so pleasing to the eye.The smell of iron, dust, and rot, for Emperor Verdan with a keen sense of smell, no matter how much he sent an automatic cleaning machine to clean it, he could still smell it easily.Although the casino above is prosperous and splendid, the peace of the city below is even more sinister.This is the consequence of crowding all these things in one place, human beings.Thinking of this, she glanced slightly at the road.

"..." Should I say that it is true?

Feeling slightly annoyed, Emperor Verdan jumped out of the car, directly ignoring the warnings of the vehicles that were still moving forward.She took out a pack of snuff from her bag, dipped a little and licked it.The mellow and subtle tobacco smell diffuses with the smell of spices, and there is a lingering thick feeling in the nasal cavity.It would be more handsome if she had a cigarette in her mouth at this time, but she doesn't like cigarettes, and Chong itself has an aversion to cigarettes.She then raised her head and looked around casually, then said indifferently:

"You guys are really annoying. Our family just wants to have a drink? It would be nice if we invite our family to drink..."

"You should know the rules."

The other party emphasized without emotion.Emperor Verdan just returned a slight smile.She licked the corners of her mouth, and after licking off the missing snuff, she took a little look at the people in the alley.

Four adult males are arranged in sequence, with different fat and thin.They are the most common black organizations that specialize in modifying taxis to deceive newcomers. Even colleagues in the same industry can also deceive newcomers.But Emperor Verdan was obviously not a woman who could beat up four reformers empty-handed, and she obviously cherished her money.She looked up - pity.It's a shame, the drones on it are fine, and while their owner Poloko tolerates crime in his own city, the Zerg has always been, he hates.

So she said:

"I think we've got better...better fun to do. Right?"

The man in front sighed.He looked directly at the pair of beautiful eyes that were faintly flickering with water color, and said bluntly:

"No. Who doesn't know what troubles your mistresses have caused themselves. You know best how they are all."

Emperor Verdan pouted slightly.Of course she knew what name she had on her: her luck was supposed to be all stolen.If Emperor Verdan hadn't always killed humans easily, he wouldn't have earned his current reputation.But she just doesn't like, doesn't want, and doesn't want to have too much contact with humans.She knew that would be bad for herself, very bad.For a hybrid, learning too deeply is a terrible thing.

So she just shrugged and tossed the gun and wallet.Anyway, a large amount of money is in the card, and they generally just want some pocket money.That's okay, she reassured herself.

But things always happen so wonderfully.

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Three 10 minutes later, probably.Emperor Verdan was not very willing to look at the time... rather, he was unwilling to look at anything.She sighed again, glanced at the woman opposite who must be drinking bad wine for the first time, sighed again, and handed over her small flagon.Emeril was stunned for a moment, she lifted the cover and sniffed for a while, but she still pushed it back.

I won't poison you here either, I still have the Queen's mission to do.Emperor Verdan rolled his eyes in displeasure at this, but still resentfully withdrew his hand and put the hip flask back.If you don't drink, don't drink, I drink it myself.She crossed her legs and drank wine angrily.

"I don't want to kiss you indirectly."

Aceril glanced at Emperor Verdan, then seemed to see her eyes, lowered her head and explained.It's okay not to say, but Emperor Verdan almost sprayed the other party's face with a sip of wine.She resisted the desire to complain, wiped away her tears while coughing and said:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't mind that you still mind? You, you really..."

Then she heard—

"I'm gay."

Clang.Emperor Verdan's wine suddenly spilled.

Should she feel sorry for the wine she took away from the Queen's eyes so hard, or should she jump up in panic now? ?Emperor Verdan lowered his head and stared at his flagon, but saw Aceril approaching him by the reflection.She regained her senses suddenly, and tried her best to get away from this inexplicable woman, but the result was too much force, and she rolled over from the bar chair in the bar.

She was dizzy from the fall, her back hurt, and her face was flushed with embarrassment. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Aceril walking towards her, but she couldn't escape because the wine spilled on the ground and her hand slipped for a while.Emcheril squatted beside her, although she had no expression on her face, she looked at her as if she was rather embarrassed.Those emerald green eyes were still looking straight at her:

"I didn't say that I like a flat-chested, thin mercenary like you."

"Then you came to see me...do you have any business to discuss...?"

She propped up her "flat chest and thin" body, and asked angrily.Aceril brushed her blond hair back, and then thought for a while—During this period, Emperor Verdant rarely stared at her face for a long time.If one were to say that Metia belonged to the kind of beauty that made people feel shuddering and breathless, she was still among humans, but this appearance was one that made people feel absolutely adjusted.

Whether it's green eyes under thick lashes, a full forehead, or slightly pursed lips.Emperor Verdan then set his eyes on her breasts, which were tightly wrapped in the military uniform, but still had a sense of presence.

....Speaking of which, she was still wearing stockings.Can this really work?

Emperor Verdan shook his head.No matter how good the big sister is, she can't be touched.At this moment, Emerald raised her head, and suddenly showed a playful expression.She approached Emperor Verdan again—infinitely close.Her lips fell to her ears:

"I think you will contact me soon. This is my private phone, remember to call me then."

She immediately stood up and walked out of the bar without looking back.The two subordinates followed suit.Emperor Verdan took the note that this woman gave inexplicably, and couldn't help muttering:

"What age, still using notes..."

She looked down.Numbers and code numbers are neatly written on it, and there is nothing else.Emperor Verdan stuffed it into his small pocket, thinking that he might have some new discoveries.Then—she got up vigorously, straightened her skirt, and sat back on the bar.The wine that the woman choked to death before she finished drinking was still on the table. Seeing this, Emperor Verdan shook his head with a haggard look:

"First brother, then elder sister. Is there something wrong with the siblings?...? No way, please forgive me..."

But she vaguely felt that if something was going to happen, it would definitely have something to do with what the Queen had told her.Although it was just her intuition, she could feel it.The two people who have been chasing after her for no reason should never have anything to do with her, a little mercenary.But not only did they both bite themselves, they both made contact.In some slang terms, she has a lot of oil on her body.

Emperor Verdan felt that his business was well-run, and he didn't often sell dangerous goods. Apart from being too lucky, he really didn't have any attention-grabbing features.

unless……

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling dizzy and almost stopped breathing:

They knew she was connected to [who].Worse...they knew who she was.

She is not a human being at all, but just a fabricated human body, swindling and deceiving with a worm's thinking.If one day someone peels off her brain, there is no brain at all inside, but just a layer of meaningless nutrient humus.That is her, Emperor Verdan.