The food of the subhumans is really unpalatable, not only does it have no taste at all, but the temperature is frighteningly high. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 If info hadn't cooled it down in advance, just stuffing his food in his mouth would have been fatal.

After a few days of rare food and some drinking water from the condensation method, I felt like I was finally alive.

When I came into contact, I realized that Salamane was only a little slower to respond to the language center, and he was not stupid at all, and he had the advantage of being hospitable and sincere.

He told me that he would be here for half a century. Although the gene was enhanced so that he would not feel lonely, he was still very happy to meet humans.

We soon had a good chat like old friends.

I could tell he had something on his mind.

This simple and excessive subhuman will be as simple as a child as long as it does not involve their military secrets and discipline. Whenever something difficult or ambiguous is encountered, the flame on his body will be extinguished.

"It's not like you at all! Since we are friends, what can't we say directly? ”

I'm not a cheerful person, and I don't have any direct connection with simplicity and sincerity. But I knew that Salamane liked it, and I spoke to him in a straightforward tone, following his personality.

I have a feeling that I am deceiving honest people, and I have to say that my heart is more naïve than I want to be.

The flames flickered and flickered more violently, and after a few moments he hesitated.

"Ping.... Well, I can't express myself very well. If the following words anger you, or violate your military discipline, please keep me from saying it...... Well, the reason I'm here is to monitor the movements of these machines in Alalon. Their almost outpouring of their nests into your galaxy will affect the entire human world. What I want to ask is your relationship with them. It's hard to think that a mechanical civilization would have anything to do with a classical primitive race like you. ”

In the midst of Shalaman's hesitant narration, I obtained several incredible pieces of information. So much so that in order to digest this information, I was stunned for several minutes.

The subhuman of the flame was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for my response.

It is estimated that this is the effect of genetic modulation, and he has superhuman patience. Whether this trait has anything to do with his ability to endure prolonged solitude and his unresponsiveness, I don't know now.

I always feel that these characteristics of the subhuman are all related to the genetic modulation he receives. What kind of snobbery is it, with such advanced biological science and technology, and it seems that they are still hostile to Mrs. Wall.

The more I talked to Salaman, the stronger the doubts became.

In one short sentence, there is a lot of information that I can't ignore.

Aralong poured out of the nest.

If the information I get from Zeratul is accurate, Madame Wall has at least two factions, Gaia and Avalon. Does the so-called pouring out of the nest mean that half of the Wolf fleet is hidden in the depths of Mars. So what does it mean that the government has in its possession that Mrs. Wall will build a fleet with the resources of Mars. Does the contradictory message between the two mean that once Mrs. Wall is released, the situation will get out of hand?

The solar system is classified as a classical primitive race.

The meaning behind this sentence is also embarrassing. My view of the solar system in the human world comes from official propaganda, and I have always thought that although the solar system is no longer the center of the human world, and the level of science and technology and culture is no longer advanced, it should be a powerful interstellar force in the true sense. Our existence should be respected by other human forces and have a great influence on the development of the human world.

But, according to Salaman, the truth is beyond my imagination. Anything powerful, advanced, influential, or anything like that would not have appeared in the classical primitive race. We are just like those declining races in human history, on the verge of being protected, and the reason why we still have a certain degree of freedom is not because of strength, but because of some cultural needs, or even the result of the game of major powers.

All along, my understanding of the solar system has given me the feeling that we belong to a sleeping big country and will wake up one day. Is it all wrong that we are just an endangered race in the human world?

The huge sense of disparity made me reluctant to believe his words. But Salamane was such a simple man that I was instinctively convinced that he could not lie to me.

Seeking skin with a tiger, this old idiom lingers in my mind. Maybe I, and the entire coalition government of the solar system, are frogs in the well. The development of the human world has long exceeded our imagination, and we are still trying to use double-faced tricks to gain an advantage in the war against Proxima Centauri.

Random I thought of a very important question.

It's too late to give Salaman a positive response, and I can't wait to know the outcome of the new question.

"Salaman, good brother, can you tell me about Proxima Centauri's place in the human world today? It shouldn't affect your discipline. ”

The subhuman reacted with some surprise to me, and a look of bewilderment appeared on his lava-colored cheeks.

"It doesn't affect my discipline. It doesn't matter if you tell you, Proxima Centauri is an extremely backward place. Their leaders still have old-fashioned beliefs in human purity. Not only did he oppose widely accepted practices such as mechanics and genetic modulation, but he also pursued a pure-blood policy in the star field that had long been proven to be wrong, so that Proxima Centauri's national power was weakening day by day. Plus they were extremely unwise to go to war with Wolf. Sooner or later, such a country will be destroyed. Of course, I haven't been able to receive information about the situation for more than 50 years, and that was all 50 years ago. ”

“......”

"By the way, you haven't answered my question yet? Of course, if you feel the need to keep it secret, just let me say hello. ”

“...... Oh no, this is a secret, but not to you. Our relationship with Mrs. Wall. If you look at Proxima Centauri, it's a secret ally, that's all. And this is also a relationship that was established 130 years ago, and now that the situation has changed, neither Mrs. Wall nor we ourselves seem to be optimistic about such an alliance. ”

"If so, I didn't tell you where your home country is, and it was the right decision. After all, nominally in a hostile relationship with you. ”

With that, flames rose again from Shalaman's body.

I sighed in my heart, this upright fellow has now begun to be hostile to me, not because he has any resentment against me, but because the so-called friend of the enemy is also the cause of the enemy.

"You go now! I can act like I haven't seen you, but when we meet here, we're going to face each other. It's a pleasure to get to know you, it's a shame. ”

In the face of Shalaman's eviction order, I nodded understandingly, "Thank you for your hospitality, and I hope that the next time we meet, the solar system's alliance with Mrs. Wall has been dissolved, and we can still be brothers." ”

The subhuman of the flame did not speak, and he rolled over and leaped into the flames.

I watched his figure disappear in a daze, and I felt a sense of loss in my heart. The reality is really cruel, I finally made a friend, and I had to say goodbye in a hurry because of my position.

And what makes people angry is that the position of the solar system and the alliance with Mrs. Wall is full of calculations and intrigues, and the position is wavering.

It's a big loss to lose a friend for it.