Humans collapse into slag

At night, the clouds completely dissipated, and the clear stars shone on the earth.

The monsoon wind from the south of Eta rustled the silver ash trees on Sunlight Road like waves.

With the repair of the whole house control system and the activation of the protective force field, No. 47 Xiguang Road is shrouded in peace and quiet.

In the east-facing bedroom on the second floor, Mu Rong was sitting on an armchair, half of his face covered by a white virtual helmet.

A light on the side of the helmet blinked, showing that the device was working.

At this time, in a virtual building on the Silver Shield Star Network, an auction was going on, and most of the bidders used the simplest default image to cover up their real identities.

In the three-dimensional projection area in the center of the venue, information on various objects of this auction is being displayed.

This is a secret auction organized by the Heilu Harbor Merchant Council, and the auction items are more or less from wrong sources.

The image Mu Rong used was a brown-haired man in his thirties, dressed in a rigid black suit, with plain facial features, and only the number plate on his chest could distinguish him from others.

"Mr. S057, my master is very interested in your collection and hopes to have a detailed discussion with you."

Standing in front of Mu Rong was a man in a black tuxedo. The other party's facial features were also the system's default style, but his speech and behavior were somewhat like those of aristocrats from the central star field.

"I don't think that's necessary." Mu Rong said, "I'm here just for valuation, and I don't plan to sell it immediately."

The man in the tuxedo: "Since you want to know the value of that thing, then you should have nothing to lose by listening to my master's asking price."

Mu Rong hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

"My master said that if you can give up your love, he is willing to pay the price." The man in the tuxedo stretched out a hand and separated his five fingers, which represented the number five.

The brown-haired man controlled by Mu Rong frowned, "[-] million?"

"No, 500 billion." The man in the tuxedo doubled the amount a hundred times without changing his expression.

The brown-haired man was stunned, obviously shocked by the number, but he quickly regained his composure, "Yes, this is indeed a very sincere number, but—"

The man in the tuxedo looked all ears.

"That thing is too precious, and it has great symbolic meaning." The brown-haired man licked his lips, "For those who want it, it can be said to be a priceless treasure."

"Your attributive is 'for those who want', so you should also know that there are not many people willing to pay this price. You must know that according to the laws of the empire, it is illegal to privately hold that kind of thing." Tuxedo The man said: "Except for my master, you will never find such a generous offer anywhere else."

"Okay." The brown-haired man relaxed, "I will think about it. This is a big decision. I need to go back and think about it."

The man in the tuxedo handed out a data packet, "This is my contact information, you can find me anytime after you decide. By the way, if you want this transaction to be more secure, we can use the platform of the Merchant Council, our Willing to pay the extra handling fee."

The brown-haired man took the packet, nodded and said, "Your master is indeed very generous."

"Then I will wait for your good news." The man in the tuxedo bowed slightly, then turned and left.

The brown-haired man watched the other party disappear, then looked down at the data package in his hand, and instead of directly importing it, he carefully chose external storage.

It's about a big deal of 500 billion, so be careful.

After choosing to terminate the connection, the brown-haired man disappeared directly from the auction venue. In reality, Colonel Mu under the virtual helmet showed a victorious smile.

It seems that the other party took the bait.

It's not in vain to arrange it for so long.

Taking off the helmet, Mu Rong reached out and wiped his face, "Juno, what time is it?"

Juno: "Four twenty in the morning, Arlando time."

Standing up, Mu Rong walked to the bathroom, moving his arms while walking, "I need to sleep, wake me up in two hours."

Juno: "Okay, Dad."

[-]:[-] a.m. Arlando time.

In the kitchen at No. 47 Xiguang Road, Mu Rong is trying to make caramel butter toast.

Liao Yuning walked down the stairs following the strong aroma of bread, bypassed the partition between the aisle and the restaurant, and saw Mu Rong who was busy in the kitchen.

According to the weather forecast, Arlando has a rare sunny day today.

The sunlight passes through the silver ash tree in the courtyard, and through the wide glass windows, it shines into the room clearly and vividly.

At this moment, Mu Rong was facing away from Liao Yuning, with his arms crossed, as if he was observing the contents of the oven.

Although the tall man was wearing casual clothes and a black chef's apron around his waist, his sharp shoulders, straight back, narrow waist, and slender legs made his back look imposing.

The picture in front of me is so inconsistent, Liao Yuning thought.

In Liao Yuning's perception, what Mu Rong should do is to command a fleet to sweep across the stars, instead of staring at the bread in the oven wearing an apron.

In fact, the Mu Rong in the previous life is the Mu Rong who meets expectations.

When he just confessed his rebirth experience to Liao Yuning, Mu Rong often talked about his past inadvertently. He shined in the Immortal King Legion, was invincible in the battle to put down the Helu Rebellion, and was promoted to Major General of the Imperial Army when he was less than 30 years old. , sought after by the upper echelons of the imperial capital.

There is no doubt that it was a very wonderful and brilliant life.

However, in this life, Mu Rong took a completely different path.

He let go of the promising Immortal King Legion, no longer piloted fighter planes, and no longer commanded the fleet. He gave up his greatest advantage, wasted his military talent, and became a secret agent who could not reveal his true identity.

Although he was still trusted and valued by the emperor, this achievement cannot be compared with his previous life after all.

Ding--

The oven chime sounds.

Mu Rong put on insulated gloves, opened the oven, took out the baking tray from inside, turned around, and came face to face with Liao Yuning.

"Ning Ning, you're up." Mu Rong smiled happily when he saw Liao Yuning: "What a coincidence, the bread has just been baked." He held up the baking tray and showed it, "Today's baked bread is baked. Sugar loaf with a puff pastry of ground almonds and butter."

Transferred the bread in the baking pan to a solid wood disc with Alando's characteristics, then took it out of the kitchen and put it on the dining table, Mu Rong continued to babble: "This kind of bread tastes sweeter, and it goes best with coffee. If you If you don’t want to drink coffee, I can squeeze juice for you, and the fruits just delivered in the morning are of good quality.”

"Coffee is fine." Liao Yuning walked to the dining table, opened the chair and sat down.

On the table, the placemats, plates, and cutlery are neatly arranged, and there are fresh flowers in the crystal bottle in the center of the table. Liao Yuning knows that these are all made by Mu Rong.

The housekeeping robots in this house are relatively old and can only do relatively basic work, and many things still need to be done manually.

Liao Yuning is not good at housework.

They can't live here for a few days. After leaving, they don't know when they can come back again. It is unnecessary to waste more powerful housekeeping robots.

In the end, the extra housework fell on Mu Rong. Fortunately, he enjoyed it quite a bit.

During the meal, Mu Rong confirmed today's itinerary with Liao Yuning.

The plan to visit the survivors of the Pioneer has been completed, and Liao Yuning plans to visit the Silver Shield Military History Museum.

The museum is located at the Immortal Peak in the east of Eta Continent, 10 kilometers away from Arlando. It takes two hours for a one-way flight. If you choose a near-Earth spacecraft, you can control the time within [-] minutes, but you need to be in Arlando temporarily. Rent ships and customize routes.

When Mu Rong came to Eta, he took a planetary spaceship registered under the name of the Liaison Department of the Imperial Army in Andain, which belonged to his official vehicle, but that ship did not have Eta's near-earth flight permit, so there was no need to use it. superior.

Mu Rong said that he prefers to take a flying car so that he can enjoy the scenery along the way.

Liao Yuning has no objection. Apart from this trip to the museum, he has no other plans for the time being. Since Mu Rong wants to look around, let him do it.

So Colonel Mu began to plan this day's itinerary enthusiastically. He asked Juno to collect the scenic spots and weather conditions along the way, as if treating this trip as a trip.

After breakfast, the two went out.

The flying car left Xiguang Road and merged into the main road of Alando.

After getting in the car, Liao Yuning turned on the light screen as usual and browsed today's Imperial news.

Mu Rong put the flying car into autopilot mode, and looked sideways, discussing a few words with Liao Yuning from time to time.

After the flying car left the urban area of ​​Arlando, in order to increase the speed, Mu Rong chose to drive manually. If he passed at the speed of automatic driving, it would take an extra hour on the road.

At 10:[-] a.m. Alando time, the speeder arrived at Immortal Peak, [-] minutes earlier than Juno expected.

In 2660 of the Imperial Calendar, the Zerg War ended. The Silver Shield government erected an obelisk on the top of the Immortal Peak to commemorate all the heroes who died in that war, and the museum under the monument is the largest in the entire star field. The military museum of the Zerg War is particularly rich in materials and collections.

For Liao Yuning, this visit did not yield much.

The Silver Shield Military History Museum's description of the Third Battle of Righeim is quite satisfactory, completely following the official tone.

This is not unexpected.

After all, the museum is an institution that is open to the public. Even if Trigra and other Silver Shield executives intend to use the truth about the sacrifice of the Pioneer as the capital of the Silver Shield Star Region to pursue political autonomy, they must choose the right time to make it public.

In the virtual exhibition hall of the third Righeim battle, countless battleship projections appeared from the void, and then accelerated towards the vast starry sky ahead.

All the projections have been reduced thousands of times, but the reproduced scene is still magnificent.

Blue, white, red, countless space cannons dragged out complicated trajectories, they paralleled or crossed, and then exploded. The light of those explosions was gorgeous and cruel, because every flash of them meant the disappearance of life.

At the end of this virtual display, the Zerg mothership exploded violently, and the burst of orange-red light pierced the black sky, shattering the protective force fields of many imperial warships, and then triggering more chain reaction.

Under the dazzling background, Liao Yuning stood in the center of the battlefield.

The black floor tiles are as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the fierce battlefield above, as well as Liao Yuning's upright figure, like a marble statue left behind.