Super Trick or Treat System

"Which crew did you choose? Are they not humans?"

Foss shook his head. "It would be a murder to bring anyone recognized by the human race into the Heller family. You know how these lads feel when outsiders enter their country." I know. Continue to say: "Similarly, you will have two human races."

"Don't they know Jay Allison?" I don't want to be tired by anyone who knows me or wants me to behave like another forgotten self.

"Kendricks knows you," Foss said, "but I will be a very honest person. Apart from work, I know nothing about Jay Allison. From the past few days, I know A lot of things 100-this came up at a hypnosis conference, he never dreamed of telling me or anyone else consciously. Moreover, it belongs to your professional confidence-even from you. Therefore, I will send Kendricks, You will have to seize the opportunity to make him recognize you. Isn't that Katun?"

Toon lies at the foot of the ancient, wide and short Helles Mountain, burning brown with five thousand years of dust. When we landed near the city, the children ran out and stared at the helicopter. Near Hiles, few planes fly low enough to be seen.

Foss dispatched their crew and parked them in a huge abandoned place on the edge of the city, which was once a warehouse or palace ruin. There are several trucks inside, like all machinery from transport to space, broken down into frames and flat panels. There is a group of animals, dark and dark shapes. The crates were neatly stacked, and the last fire was burning. Five or six people dressed in Dakowan's clothes-loose-sleeved shirts, tight-fitting breeches, low boots-squatted around and chatted. They stood up, and when they got together, I greeted them awkwardly, greeted them with a heavy accent, and then used one of them to translate for him.

After the custom of Dagowan, I was introduced to me briefly as "", and then I looked at the men one by one. When I returned to climbing, I wanted to choose my own man. But the person who chooses this staff must know his business.

The three are Dakowanshan, budget-conscious people who can be brothers. After a while, I learned that they were actually brothers, Jamal, Garin and Vado. All three are over six feet tall, and Jamal is standing side by side on his brothers, I never learned to distinguish. The fourth person, a redhead, dresses better than the others, and is launched under the name of-this double name represents the noble Dagofan. He looks muscular and agile, but his hands are well preserved for a mountain man. I want to know how much experience he has.

The fifth person shook my hand and spoke to Kendricks and Foss as if they were old friends. "Didn't I know you from somewhere, Jason?"

He looked at Dagowan, wearing Dagowan's clothes, but Forth had warned me that offense seemed to be the best defense. "Aren't you human?"

He said: "My father is." This situation is not uncommon, but it's a little itchy on planets like this. I said carelessly: "I may have seen you near the 101 headquarters. However, I cannot place you."

He admitted: "My name. I thought I knew most of the professional guides very well, but I admit that I didn't know much about them." "Which route are we going?"

I found myself caught in the middle of a group of men, accepted a small but sweet cigarette, and watched someone scribble on the top of the box. I borrowed a pencil from Raf, bent over the box, and outlined a topographic map that I remembered since I was a kid. I may be at a loss for blood composition, but when rock climbing, I know what I am doing. Brothers Lafite, Riris and Dakovan huddled behind me to look at the sketch. Riris put a long nail on the route I indicated.

He said differently: "Here, your altitude is very bad. In the battle, the trailer attacked us here, and the battle along these ledges was bad."

I looked at him with new respect. No matter whether his hands and feet are exquisite or not, he obviously knows this country. Kendricks patted the explosive on the hip and said coldly: "But this is not the Battle of Gnar. I want to see any infantry attacking us when they attack us."

"But you won't own it," the voice behind us said, a clear and authoritative voice. "Let go of that gun, man!"

Kendricks and I looked back at the speaker. A tall young Dagowan is still standing in the shadows. The newcomer said directly to me:

"I was told that you are a human race, but you understand this clue. Don't you plan to carry fission or fusion weapons against them?"

I suddenly realized that we are now in Dakovan territory and we must consider that the gun or any weapon of the Dakovan terror is beyond the reach of the person who uses it. According to Dakowan’s Code of Ethics, a simple heat gun is as abhorrent as a super cobalt planetary Big Bang.

Kendricks protested: "We can't cross the infantry country in vain! We can easily meet the hostile band of these creatures-the long knife they carry is very annoying!"

The stranger said calmly: "I have no objection to you or anyone else holding a knife in self-defense."

"A knife?" Kendricks shouted, holding his breath. "Listen, you are a dumbfounded son-who do you think you are anyway?"

Dakowan murmured. The man in the shadow said: "Regis Hastur".

Kendricks stared wide-eyed. My own eyes may pop up suddenly, but I decided that if I wanted to, it was time for me to take responsibility. I said, "Well, this is my performance. Buck, give me a gun." 102

He looked at me angrily for a few seconds, and I wondered what I would do if he didn't. Then, he slowly untied the belt, handed it to me, and docked first.

I never realized how the man would look undressed without his shock wave. When Regis Hastur walked out of the shadows, I balanced on the palm for a minute. He is tall, with black and shiny hair, fair skin of the Dako nobleman, and some elusive marks on his face. Maybe he is arrogant, or before the humans brought ships, trade and trade, Hastu The people have ruled the world for hundreds of years. The universe to their door. He looked at me as if he approved me, which was one step worse than before.

Therefore, using the respected Dakovan idiom to talk to his superiors, but maintaining a firm voice, I said: "There is only one leader in any trek, Lord Hastur. In this matter, I am. If you want to discuss whether we are carrying guns, I suggest you discuss it with me privately and then let me give an order."

A group of Dakko mortals gasped. I knew I could have been besieged. However, due to chaotic people, I had to quickly seize the leadership or I would be demoted. I did not give a chance to answer. I said, "Come back here. I still want to talk to you."

He came, I remember breathing. I took all the way to a desolate corner of this huge place, faced him, and asked, "As for you, what are you doing here? Don't you want to cross the mountain with us?"

He met me plainly. "Of course I am."

I chanted. "Why? You are the grandson of the regent. Important people don’t take on this dangerous job. If anything happens to you, it’s my responsibility!" I was thinking, if not the most respected on the whole **** planet With the company of one of the characters, I will have enough trouble! I don't want anyone around me to be pleased, postponed or even not heard.

He frowned slightly, the unpleasant impression that he knew what I was thinking. "First of all, what does it mean for the infantry, doesn't it? Having Hastur with you, does it require this kind of support?"

of course can. The raiders paid little attention to ordinary people, only that they were a fair game of plunder when they were not invited into the raiders country. But they are respected along with all of them. This is a good diplomatic method-if the most important leader is sent, they may listen to him.

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