A Chime Below the Throne [Interstellar]

A year later, Crocus.

Crocus is located in the Gaia outer galaxy. Although it is far less prosperous than the inner galaxy, it is much more stable than those marginal outer planets that are close to space storms and unstable magnetic fields.

Although the population flow is large and there are not many locals, but because it is close to Eucalyptus, an important military interstellar fortress in the outer galaxy, the market is also very regulated.

The planet's mineral resources are not prosperous, but it has a good climate and diverse species. Although the sparrow is small and complete, it is managed as an agricultural planet by the central government.Export some mid-range fruits and vegetables, it is best to have some nutrient solution manufacturers.

Of course, these are the results of the Mein Empire reaching out to rectify it.In the not-too-distant past, this place was considered the home of the Interstellar Headhunting Company.The hiring and trading market is very developed, there are special tasks to be released, good and bad people are mixed, and mercenaries are prevalent.

And when the central government established Eucalyptus Star as the most important military fortress in the entire Orchid Galaxy and stationed some troops, Saffron Star was also rectified.

This rectification does not mean that the mercenaries will be expelled. The outer galaxy is destined not to be as stable as the inner galaxy. There are many insects and beasts, and there are asteroid rains from time to time. There are also foreign personnel from border planets and local mercenaries. In military conflicts, the prohibition of guns and weapons cannot be implemented no matter what.Therefore, the central government has only standardized the entire task release mechanism, and the security check and personnel ID certification has been specially controlled. It has finally changed from a black market to an official clear market.

However, in such a big environment, no matter how strict the investigation is, it will certainly not be able to guarantee the transparency of migrant workers.

After all, the outer galaxy was originally a gathering place for some of the expulsors of the empire, and such chaos would naturally give some people an opportunity to take advantage of it.

For example, the black-haired man sitting safely in the corner of the bar now.

The black-haired man's hair was half-long and curled around his neck. When he tilted his head to pick up the wine glass, his skin was as delicate as white fat, and a little red mole was as harmful as cinnabar.

Before he put down the wine glass in his hand, two muscular men came in beside him.The strong sentinel pheromone rushed towards his face, and the black-haired man still sipped the wine gracefully. He drank the inferior Margian wine like a top-grade five-star wine in a state banquet.

The two sentries came in hurriedly, and the owner of the bar ordered two glasses of dark beer heartily, and drank a glass before relaxing.Among them, the brown-haired sentinel said first: "I said, is the news you said reliable?"

Another short sentinel ordered another glass of beer: "You said the news that the Central Army will come next week?"

"That's right. Although there are a lot of notes here at Saffron, it's not common to see a fully assembled army. What is the purpose of sending them here?"

"Who knows! Who knows what the central government is going to do? I heard from the people in the mission office that this time they are elite soldiers. If they don't make it right, some big shots will come over!"

"Hey! The big man can still come to the small place of saffron, why don't he go directly to garrison eucalyptus?"

"Don't you also know this? Eucalyptus has recently stationed a large number of troops for some unknown reason, basically filling up the Eucalyptus military station. I guess there is no room..."

"Oh! Brother, don't scare me, the garrison station of eucalyptus leaves is covered so quickly? This is too much! Could it be that something is going to happen here?"

"How do I know, we have nothing to worry about. Even if the Zerg attack, we are all sentinels, can't we beat or escape? Hahahaha!"

"Yes, yes."

Two tall and thick sentinels hooked their shoulders and were about to walk out of the bar.The brown-haired sentinel suddenly moved his nose, with a surprised expression, he turned his head to look at a corner: "Hey, hello? There is a guide in such a remote place as Saffron?"

The black-haired man in the corner was exactly Homan, pouted playfully and raised his head.

When he was a minor, he took medicine and his body was damaged, so he was not very sensitive to pheromones.And the wizard smell on him is quite unclear, so faint that he doesn't need to try to disguise it, 90% of the sentries can't tell the difference between him and ordinary people.As long as he doesn't show his spirit body, no one will know that he is a guide.

But he didn't expect that this brown-haired mercenary could find him?

There are very few guides in the alien system.

At least when Homan came here, the guide he saw didn't have a hand.

As a scarce to luxury resource, guides are naturally not as well protected as those in the inner galaxy.If you go out alone, you are vulnerable to attack.If the mercenary group has a guide, it is simply the existence of the treasure of the town.So even if there is a guide, except for the necessary tasks, they will try their best to hide themselves, or be protected by their own regiment, how can anyone sit in a bar and drink loudly?

So before Homan could react, the brown-haired sentinel was surprised: "Is this a real guide or a fake guide?"

How could these desperate mercenaries ever think that they could be combined with guides in this life?The short sentinel's eyes turned red when he heard what his friend said: "Which one are you talking about? Which one is the guide?"

Homan swung his wine glass, and the snow-white skin that had not seen the sun for a long time was like a sight line in the dark crowd, making the brown-haired sentinel wonder why he hadn't noticed him just now.

Even if it's not a guide, purely in terms of beauty, it's not a baseline.

"The one with the black hair."

Miraculously, as soon as this word came out.The two or three sentinels other than the two of them didn't even have the slightest expression of interest.

The bar owner Dino sighed, looked at the black-haired regulars, and quickly said to the two new sentries: "This black-haired man is called Homan, and he is a guide. But before taking medicine, he broke his health, so there is no It doesn't have any guiding function. It doesn't even have spiritual tentacles, let alone a combination."

The short sentinel was surprised: "Are you lying to me? And the guide doesn't know how to heal mentally?"

Dino looked honest: "How can I! I'm just an ordinary person. How dare I lie to you!"

The brown-haired sentry had a pipe in his mouth and smiled ferociously: "I don't believe in this evil anymore! Let my brother see a guide without spiritual tentacles today!"

I would rather kill one hundred by mistake than let one go!In case he is a usable guide, even if the matching degree is not good, won't the head of the team have to reward him if he is tied back?

Homan, who was holding a wine glass, sighed.

Even if you want to taste a good wine, it's really bad luck.

The brown-haired sentinel released his spiritual body, a medium-sized springer spaniel came over with a knife sharpened.Of course, it wasn't the momentum of a fight. For a slender guide like Homan, no matter how you looked at it, he was indistinguishable. How could he use the method to deal with the sentries?

No wonder, it turned out to be a dog nose, or the most sensitive species of nose.Homan raised his chin, gave him a standard smile, leaned back on the soft chair, and kicked the wine glass towards the brown-haired sentry with his foot.

The brown-haired sentinel turned his head to avoid it, and laughed a few times with his mouth tilted: "Hey! It's quite strong!" He no longer underestimated Homan, took off his coat and rushed in.

A few minutes later, when the door of Dino's bar opened, two sentries were thrown out.With dazed expressions and hesitant eyes, they walked slowly in one direction.

Dino nodded and bowed his thanks to Homan, and gave him a free bottle of Nuoqi wine: "Thank you so much! I also said to get these two people out first. I'm afraid you will fight in my bar and mess up the pots and pans The ground is broken. I didn't expect you to use hints... You thought you were not very good at using it, and you never did it... I didn't expect that you are quite strong in spirit, and you can actually bring down the sentinel..."

Homan squinted and smiled without much expression. After finishing his drink, he left Dino's bar.

After he left, an ordinary man who didn't know what was going on pulled his boss Dino sideways: "Hey? Who is he? Is he really a guide?"

"Haha! Are you new here too? I don't know the name of the guy just now, but he is still a well-known mercenary in Saffron. He is obviously a guide, except for aggressive mental attacks, he refuses to be a member of any team, or anyone People do spiritual counseling. I have to use myself as a sentinel, but I haven’t seen anyone who can beat him. Besides, I heard that his spiritual body is a bird, so the mercenaries in this area are all Everyone calls him 'the rebellious thorn bird'."

really.Now Homan is a freelance mercenary.

Since he came to the alien system, in order to find out the situation and make a living, he first half-joined Ibray's headhunting company, and then he disliked the low-paying and boring job, left Kapok, walked through several asteroids, and finally Settled in Saffron.

As the saying goes, the bystanders are clear, and the authorities are in the dark.

So far, Homan feels that leaving Silver Rose resolutely is the most correct choice he has ever made.

Been to so many places, seen so many things.

After experiencing too much, I realized that the pain I had tasted was not so painful that it hurt my heart.

Sentinels, or guides, what's the difference?

A prince, or not, what difference does it make?

Obsessed with external things without knowing it, he seems to have become the most hated dude, relying on unreliable duckweed every day and still complacent.

That incident taught him one of the most discerning and practical truths, that is - you can only believe in yourself.

Homan, who only believed in himself, had already made up his mind.

Safranin is in the outermost part of the outer galaxy, which is the position of the 119th circle.The information is backward, the location is remote, and the news of the inner galaxy cannot be transmitted.

But the big news that the prince changed hands did come.

It's a pity that the distance is too far apart, except for a big title and an article, there are no other details at all.

And the most well-informed Skynet, which covers the entire Gaia galaxy, is something that Homan dare not touch now.

There are his original bioelectric waves, fingerprints, pupils, and auricle records on it.Once logged in, it is centrally located.So just wait.

Waiting for a while, avoiding the limelight of the prince of the inner galaxy changing hands, he planned to sneak back to Rose Star to find out his true identity.

But now, his plan to stay in Safran freely for a period of time has come to nothing.

Although he didn't know the reason, Homan decided to avoid the large troops sent by the central government.

Just kidding, all his contemporaries graduated back then, so it would be a bad thing to meet someone.

Walking into the mission office, several sentries cast fearful eyes.

Homan smiled in his heart. He couldn't deal with the elites in the central government, so he admitted defeat.But if he couldn't even get rid of these mobsters, it would be a waste of his years in the Phoenix Military Academy.

In fact, it's not that this fanhong has no sentinels who can defeat him.It's just that strength is the capital of arrogance, and intelligence is the way to last longer.

Undoubtedly, Homan is smart, and his way of maintaining his arrogance is naturally to do what he should do.

How to use the fewest things to create the greatest deterrence has long been a subject that Homan has studied clearly. It is not easy to solve such a few cats and dogs.

No matter what time it is, the Sentinels are the ones who think the least, because their over-strength bodies have dragged down their IQs, so they are naturally the best group of people to brainwash and grasp.

At some point, Homan, who still considered himself a sentinel a year ago, already had a slight tendency to guide cancer.