CHAPTER XIX
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Her father, Midl. Chesterton must have sat on the width of a long rectangular table, with his back to the sun-drenched glass window.
Her stepmother, Ollie. Traye must now be sitting in her father's seat, eating breakfast casually in her high-end silk pajamas, listening to Midl's conversation with her, mocking her as a tool of the Chesterton family who wanted to ascend to power.
Her half-sister, Mess. Chesterton must now be sitting in his usual place with a little golden-skinned mirror looking at the perfect makeup for the day, thinking of her with contempt in his heart, look, her poor sister is fifteen years old, still a chick/child, not even a real combat experience, and has to give lectures from emotional experts.
Pooh pressed down the imaginary picture hard, suppressed the embarrassment under his eyes, and returned to the blandness.
She looked up, looked at Midel with calm eyes, agreed to what her father had just said, and hung up the video call.
Finally cut off the call, and Pooh breathed a sigh of relief.
But ease is only a moment of relaxation, and she quickly remembers what to do.
She understood her father's thoughts.
The high-ranking nobles of such a high-level planet look down on a planet and family of their grade, but they are looking down on them. Chesterton has always felt that Pooh's perfection can make up for it.
Because his daughter has received the strictest etiquette, conversation, social and other education, and has the perfect appearance and figure that are praised on a big platform like Star Field, Midel has reason to believe that as long as Pooh is rational and controls her feelings, as long as she is willing, then there is no noble child who cannot be taken.
She understood what her father meant, and she knew what she was supposed to do as a member of the Chesterton family, and that was her calling.
After a long while, the pair of tender white hands were raised, and the white and slender hands clicked on the star brain, opened the document that Midr had sent before, and looked at it.
Middlel prepared a complete set of data for Pooh, and after Pooh read it carefully, he analyzed it into Eugene. Constock while trying to substitute for Eugene. Comstock angles and begins to sift through the dress.
Eugene. Comstock, the aristocratic son of the planet Komya, is also the target of a marriage that Meddell found for her.
"Pooh, are you there?"
Pooh looked at less than a third of the information, turned off the star brain, and went to open the door with his skirt, "Rai, what's wrong?" ā
Rai reached out and poked the hat on his head, revealing golden eyes and looking at Pooh with a smile: "Dear Pooh, are you going out to play?" ā
Pooh was stunned and shook his head decisively, "Dear Rey, we can't go out without permission anymore. ā
Rai chuckled, "Pooh, this time it's not us going out alone, it's a collective action. ā
"Collective action? Rakiv's arrangement? ā
"That's right, Rakif is really a kind, friendly, and sensible squad leader."
"Dear Rai, this is your first time quarakiv."
"Hehe, isn't that what Lakiv didn't do before that I'm happy with? Let's go, everyone is waiting for us. ā
Pooh closed the door and followed Rai, who looked excited, to the conference room.
Pooh arrived at the latest, and by this time, the conference room had already been seated, and the students who were also full of doubts looked like they.
When Rakiff saw Pooh walking in, a smile spread across his face, "Pooh, I'm waiting for you." ā
Pooh glanced at his classmates and smiled at Rakife.
Rai secured her seat, and she sat by the window with her, quietly waiting for Rakiff's explanation.
Rakif: "Everyone, we can't leave here for the time being, because the issue of the ownership of the planet has not yet been resolved, and everyone knows about it." ā
"We're probably going to be here for a short time, so we'd like to give you a tour of the slave star."
"I have discussed the specific arrangements with Mr. Landau, so that everyone can have a pleasant journey."
Pooh didn't want to be a part of it, and group outings were never her favorite.
Some people were interested in what Rakif was saying, after all, it was too boring to stay in a hotel all the time.
"Rakif, we know your good intentions, it's just that there can be any fun on the slave planet, it's just a bad mood."
"Is there anything interesting here? I don't think there's anything fun about Slave Star. ā
Rakiff seemed a little mysterious, and he invited the person in charge of the well-known hzs003 slave planet, Mr. Landau.
Jeffrey. Landau didn't say much, and all he prepared was less than 1G of information, but everyone looked at Jeffrey. The PPT and video materials prepared by Landau were speechless.
Artirance has countless air purifiers that keep the planet running, but there are no endless green grasslands dotted with blue skies.
Artirance has towering shopping towers, but no snow-capped mountains that reach into the sky.
Artirance has a flying saucer that is easy to travel and safety first, but there is no thrill of surfing the sea, and there is no skydiving entertainment that embraces the blue sky.
This is the slave planet they know, but it's very different from the slave planet they know.
At the end of the last video, everyone was a little curious about the scenery of the slave star, but everyone was still a little relieved.
"Rakiff, but what if we accidentally get lost like Miss Chesterton? It's dangerous. ā
"Yes, I'm just afraid that I don't want to stay on the slave planet for the rest of my life."
Rakif smiled confidently, "Don't worry, it's all ready this time, everyone will be safe, because we have a local guide for everyone." ā
Pooh blinked, a little surprised that Rakiff was able to make these arrangements in such a short time.
Anna turned to look at Jeffrey. Landau asked cracklingly, "Mr. Landau, does the tour guide speak interstellar?" Did they have slave training? ā
Jeffrey. Landau shook his head, "I'm sorry, because this planet has only been accepted for a short time, and Prague has no one who has completed slave training for the time being, but in terms of language, we all have a ration of translators, please rest assured." ā
Jeffrey. Landau seemed to be afraid that everyone would have any concerns, and continued: "If you are not at ease with the tour guide, I can arrange for the staff of the spaceship port to come out as a tour guide at that time." ā
Rakif shook his head, "Mr. Landau, the work of the Ship Harbor is important, and we don't have to embarrass the staff. In addition, if students really have any concerns, they can also rest in the hotel and wait for the permission of the pass, and whether they want to go out and play is only their own will. ā
Artirans! Everyone came out this time to relax and travel, and it was boring to stay in the hotel!
As soon as Rakiv's words ended, everyone spoke in unison, expressing their desire to see the slave star.
"Rakif, there's nothing wrong with the rest, but shouldn't we have seen the slaves first?"
"Yes, at least we'll have to see if they're reliable."
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