heavy fog

In the entertainment venue of the Deep Blue Star Dungeon, the carnival crowd is day and night. They can only feel the shrinking of their wallets. Only when their pockets are completely empty will they realize that they have spent too long here.

The indulgence of decadence and indulgence is so addictive that even hunger is forgotten.

In particular, the Dark Blue Star civilian port was closed for several days due to the "Galactic Particle Storm". The Kingdom provided a large number of stranded tourists with a compensation of 10 energy units per day. Converted into Deep Blue Star currency, people can get a comfortable bed in a small hotel. The disadvantage is that there is no window, and there are three meals a day.

There is no money to squander in entertainment venues, but there are many free performances on the street. Even if you stand still on the street, you can still see the opera singers on the floats performing hard.

If you are lucky, you can encounter a foreign love affair.

Those tourists who spent all their travel expenses wished that the particle storm lasted longer. They would like to stay in this fantastic city and drink the coffee that is said to be popular with ancient Earth humans instead of drinks made from nutritional medicine. Eating well-cooked and peppered steaks with great interest, instead of the meatloaf that is common in other countries in the Beluga Galaxy.

In this era, only when a country is extremely rich and does not worry about ruling, will it squander money on making delicious food, especially this kind of food that is only available in the lost civilization of the ancient earth.

Most humans in the Beluga galaxy have only eaten compressed food and solid water in their lifetime.

Families with slightly better conditions will have large patties made of organic matter for each meal, which is rich in nutrition and suitable for different people's body needs, and then there are various high-end nutritional medicines. They have even forgotten the formula of ancient wine making. The so-called food The taste and the taste of the drink are all mechanically produced and synthesized. Tens of thousands of bottles of wine can be produced a day on the assembly line, but there is not even a single grape in it, let alone mellow cellaring.

Technology has freed human beings from the era of worrying about food, and at the same time, people have lost their pursuit of food-who would expect the same dining table with fixed nutrition and even the same taste?

Until traveling to Deep Blue Star, many people grabbed the food and burst into tears. They never knew that the wanton enjoyment of life can make people get such a happy satisfaction. Even if it is just a glass of milk every morning, some people carefully hold the cup and sigh. , Wait until the milk turns cold before drinking it reluctantly.

Because human beings have long had beverages that are countless times more nutritious than milk, which can be manufactured by mechanical synthesis. Who needs to work hard to open a pasture to raise cows?

"This is life!"

The two tourists holding sandwiches couldn't help but lift the bread to look at the green and fresh lettuce inside, and smelled the aroma of bacon deeply, and then said happily.

Although the people next to them didn't speak, their disdainful expressions were only because "I don't know much, and I look like poor ghosts who have spent money on the Deep Blue Star for the first time", not to refute their words.

Looking at the two people who were intoxicated and contented eating sandwiches, Wen Luan felt his eyebrows twitch.

His broken joints haven't healed yet, and this kind of injury can only serve as a severe disability for half a year in Meteorite Town, but in this era, some high-end wheelchairs or walkers are provided for him. It is not uncommon for people to use these in Apollo Casino, most of them are Soldiers who have not recovered from injuries on the battlefield, as well as frail old people, and some people are not sick at all, just lazy.

This casino with the background of the Restoration Party is not very high-end. The Greek temple-like hall is full of ordinary guests. Recently, it is mainly those poor tourists who receive the kingdom’s stagnation subsidy every day. They linger at different gaming tables On the other side, he often hesitated for a long time before deciding where to put the bargaining chips in exchange for the saved meal money.

Once you win, scream with excitement, continue to bet or run out to enjoy the day of spending money.

Who let the casino be the only place where they can get rich?

The tapir in the dream is not afraid of danger, but Wen Luan is very concerned about the safety of his "human body", so he takes Seer and wanders around looking fresh.

Seier, who is in the form of an optical brain, is thinking that there is a lost population who is good at gambling, and won a fortune after time travel.After half a month wasted happily, I traveled back happily.

"I don't understand this." Wen Luan interrupted Xier's reverie.

"Oh, then let me do some research...the odds can always be calculated." Seier was serious.

Wen Luan had no choice but to stop at a place where he was playing the roulette. Apart from dice, this was the only game he could understand. The roulette wheel had a total of 24 grids. Whoever bet on which grid the black ball landed on would win big.

However, this kind of probability is too small. Generally, four numbers are a segment, and the odds are slightly lower if you bet on the segment number.

But this kind of gamble is very clear, many people are gathered here, yelling for the black ball to stop with red eyes, sighing loudly once the black ball has reached their own number, and yelling desperately to stop once the black ball reaches their own number. It stopped, and it was a mess, especially when there were people gnawing sandwiches and waving milk glasses.

Boring, Wen Luan manipulated the robotic arm to pick up a drink from the waiter's tray.

The free food provided by the casino is the common stuff of the Beluga Galaxy, which is mechanically synthesized. Unless there is no food or people who gamble too much to move their feet, no one is interested.

Wen Luan thought the taste was okay, like mixed fruit and vegetable juice, and like effervescent tablets.

【Your taste is really bad. 】

Wen Luan trembled when he heard the sound. Fortunately, the robot arm of the scooter was holding the cup, otherwise he would have spilled the drink on the gamblers next to him.

The small black ball that caught everyone's attention was rolling in the roulette.

The crowded gamblers didn't notice that they inadvertently vacated a spot, even though there was nothing there, Wen Luan still aimed at it accurately.

【Are you declaring war, my old enemy? 】Wen Luan deliberately said forcefully.

This is a subconscious behavior. Of course, if you are at a disadvantage, you have to take advantage of your words.

The succubus still didn't show up, but said in a vague voice: 【Do you think these are interesting? 】Wen Luan was very disappointed by the succubus' avoidance, he continued to lean there, enjoying the steaming drink, when he wanted to call Sier, he found that the mecha in the shape of an optical brain was still trying to calculate the odds of the roulette wheel, No abnormality was found at all.

——A life without a soul, of course, cannot hear the voice of the conversation between the succubus and the tapir.

【You built a good place, it’s ridiculous to attract humans with sandwiches and breakfast milk. 】Wen Luan tried his best to imitate the tapir's tone, and said with a sneer, 【God, at least you used gold and maritime trade treasures as tools before!The style has dropped too quickly, so you think my taste is bad? 】【Oh, I take that back, how could your taste be so bad——】

Cyrus drawled his voice unhurriedly, not referring to anything.

Wen Luan was stunned for a long time before suddenly realizing that the tapir had been chasing the dreams created by the succubi. If it was bad, wouldn't the succubus be a bad cook? That's right, in the heart of the tapir, the dream created by the succubi It's just a restaurant full of sumptuous meals. The Nightmare is a chef at best, and the tapir is not considered at all. That's why it was hit so hard when the memory was merged.

Wen Luan found that Ellen's tone didn't look like she was angry, this is a good sign!

For people with grievances, the best way is to face the unpleasant past, not avoid it.

[No, no, I don't know how to appreciate your craftsmanship, I just love to destroy your ingredients. 】Wen Luan tentatively said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Luan felt a cold breath touch the back of his neck.

There was a distortion of light and shadow in the open space, which remained unchanged in the eyes of normal people, but Wen Luan's danger omen was already clamoring.

He tried hard to keep his body rigid.Don't let yourself be defeated by instinct.

If Ellen follows the premonition of danger and shows a little evasion and avoidance, the previous work to improve the relationship will be in vain.

Cyrus seemed to be aware of Wen Luan's distress. He intentionally slowed down his movements, allowing the terrifying aura of the succubus to flow out slowly. No one except Wen Luan felt the air became icy cold, and the scene shook slightly like a mirror. stand up.

"what?"

Only Shier suddenly turned into a silver metal ball, suspended in mid-air, and scanned by the Eye of Reality.

"It's okay, Xier, the alert status is lifted." Wen Luan glanced to the side, and found that no one paid attention to Xier's changes.

Shier clearly saw a vague shadow appearing behind Wen Luan, it floated back resolutely, and continued to count the roulette.

[Now, do you still want to continue to destroy? 】

[How dare I...wait to die? 】

Wen Luan's whole body was trembling, feeling that the cold breath was getting closer and closer. To be honest, it took him a lot of effort to hold back the motionless posture.

With sweat on his forehead, he said depressedly, "Can we not talk like this?"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Luan accurately felt a hand touching his shoulder, he was so startled that he almost jumped up, but his hands and feet were really weak, how could he think of a high-tech walking machine in a hurry, so he moved forward in embarrassment flutter.

Without falling to the ground, what greeted him was a cloak of soft and fine fabric.

"Let Shire leave, and I didn't bring Beret." Cyrus bent down, put his arm on Wen Luan, and whispered in his ear.

"That's not acceptable, I don't want to experience such an infamous way of dying!" The close contact made Wen Luan break out in cold sweat even more.

What made him feel weird was that when they acted like this, the gamblers around them thought they didn't exist, and the chaotic shouts could be heard clearly in his ears. On Ellen, it was still embarrassing.

Cyrus found this interesting: "An infamous way to die? Eastern devil, what honor?"

Wen Luan was very unhappy watching someone slowly caressing his arm, and was very depressed about his current state of being severely disabled, but let him admit defeat verbally, don't even think about it!

"Really? Many dark creatures put their hopes on me."

Wen Luan silently crushed the fog in front of Cyrus, a gambler who was nervously grasping the dice noticed something strange, and turned his head to look this way strangely.

Wen Luan looked at Cyrus provocatively: "Let the succubi be seriously injured, they can live freely in the deep blue star, and I also have more than enough food. I think this condition is good."

"What is the Restoration Party doing?" Cyrus ignored Wen Luan's provocation.

"Ah?" This question was obviously beyond Wen Luan's expectation. If the dark creatures were divided into surreal dimensions, the royal family restoration party would return to the normal dimension, and the topic jumped too fast.

Wen Luan frowned: "What? You still want to serve them, so that I can mourn for the Prime Minister of the Deep Blue Kingdom, because the Royal Restoration Party has received a powerful boost."

"..."

Cyrus suddenly asked: "Do you know the Prime Minister of the Deep Blue Kingdom?"

"Oh, Shier mentioned that its creator is a crazy scientist... I mean a successful person. He is a scientist and a politician, and his life is more exciting than others' ten lives." Wen Luan said solemnly. Evaluation, "Probably because the prime minister's resume is too difficult, more exciting than novels, causing Shier to go viral all day talking about an adventurous and exciting life, endless struggles and so on, it's really terrible!"

"It's not the first..." Cyrus quickly changed his words, "This is not the responsibility of the mecha maker! Other mechas are normal."

Wen Luan was taken aback, trying to recall Beret: "A proud villain wearing a crown, how normal is it?"

"At least Barrett didn't instigate the master to go on an exciting adventure."

"You're right, why?" Wen Luan glanced suspiciously at Seier, it's useless to have countless years of memory, and he doesn't know anything about mechas.

"Theoretically speaking, this is the problem of the operator. The intelligence of the mecha will be affected by the information received after the machine is turned on, the environment, the things experienced...these are all related to the orders and encounters of the mecha owner." Cyrus looked at Wen in confusion. Luan.

"Hey! I don't want to be a character in a biography of struggle! Do you know who it admires now, that damned bat, Prince Maike covered in rose perfume!" Wen Luan retorted angrily, "It's definitely not mine responsibility."

Under anger, Wen Luan completely forgot about the danger omen.

Cyrus froze, then slowly grabbed Wen Luan's shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Maybe you can tell me what the Eastern Demon wants to do now that he has recovered his memory?"

"...Go back to Meteorite Town and take the bus." Wen Luan replied slyly.