Flynn walked into the room, and the first thing he saw was a wooden chest on the floor, with the name of the Axis Colony Satellite Commune written on it.

"Coming back? Hedrick. A man's voice came from his side, and he turned his head to see a large man in a jacket who looked like an iron tower walking towards him.

It was Ed Monston.

Ed was carrying a large bag with a bulging bag.

"Hmm," Flynn took the package from Ed's hand, "Hachihara went to call me." ”

As soon as he took the package, he felt that something was wrong, and although the gravity of the moon was only one-sixth of the artificial gravity of the Earth and the satellites, he still felt that there was something very heavy inside.

"What is this?" Flynn asked curiously.

"Weapons." Ed replied succinctly.

Ed and Flynn's father are friends, Flynn's father died, when Flynn was about to drop out of school, if it weren't for Ed's help in cutting down on food and clothing, Flynn would not have been able to successfully complete his studies as a doctor, and the source of Flynn's cosmic independent thought was also in Ed, the longer he stayed in SIDE5's superior environment, the more he felt that the world was wrong, even if he lived in SIDE5's decent bachelor apartment, he couldn't forget the ruin of SIDE3's 'Mahar' colony.

It is precisely because of his respect and admiration for Ed's public and private sides that he resolutely gave up his life that was already on the right track in SIDE5 after receiving Ed's invitation to do this kind of decapitation.

"Daddy," it was at this moment that Flynn heard a female voice he had never heard before, "Who's back?" ”

Flynn stiffened, and he knew what he was about to do, so he was nervously wary of all strangers.

Wait, Dad? He reacted suddenly, casting a questioning glance at Eddard.

"Ah, you haven't seen it before," said Eddard, "she's the one who prepares things for us, my daughter, Flanda." ”

Ah, by the way, Ed seems to have a daughter, and Flynn suddenly realized.

A woman came out of the kitchen, a simple dish in her hand, and Flynn greeted her with some stiffness.

"You。。。。。。 Hello, Monston, well, Miss Flanda. ”

"It's okay if you're not so polite, you're the Flynn my dad always mentions, right?" The woman named Flanda laughed, she was a very beautiful woman, with a pure smile and exposed teeth that were rare for manual laborers.

"You're welcome, well, I want to think about it, I'm a few years older than you, just call me sister." She held out her hand to Flynn, who subconsciously shook it back.

It was a woman's hand, but it was neither smooth nor elastic, with chapped skin and rough calluses that only a laborer could have, and many old wounds that had left marks.

Flynn took her hand and instinctively froze.

"Ah, I'm sorry, do you care about that?" Flanda gently pulled her hand out of his, then smiled as she showed her scarred hands: "There is no way around this, it's not just me, most people who do this job are like this." ”

"Work?" Flynn was a little dazed.

"I haven't told you what I do, have I?" "I'm a miner, working in Axis," she said. ”

Miner? Although the mining industry in the universe has made extensive use of machinery, the cheap labor and difficult employment of the cosmic people still make it a dangerous and heavy job, and even men can rarely carry it.

While Mr. Ed was sponsoring his own schooling, was his daughter doing this kind of work?

Feelings of shame welled up in Flynn's whereabouts, as if he had done something heinous.

He discovered that Flanda's skin was a wheat color close to brown, but in the Universal Age, it was not a healthy complexion, but only the skin color of laborers who had to work in space for long periods of time and were constantly exposed to radiation.

He subconsciously glanced at his complexion, which was not particularly white, but much better than Flanda.

"Well, I'm sorry." He didn't know what he was apologizing for, but he said subconsciously.

"What are you apologizing?" Flanda couldn't help but laugh: "Did you do anything to be sorry for me?" ”

She rubbed Flynn's hair in a haphazard manner, ruffling his hair into a mess.

"Come on, let's explain the plan of action again." Ed said in the living room, in this small house, everything seemed to be spoken by his side.

"Ah, Daddy, I've got some 。。。。。。 to eat." Flanda said hurriedly.

"Let's put it there first, we'll eat it later," Ed said casually, "Hachihara, you come in quickly." ”

Seeing that Flanda seemed a little disappointed, Flynn suddenly said for some reason, "Well, Uncle Ed, I'm a little hungry too, why don't we eat something first." ”

"Huh? That's right. Ed thought for a moment and said, "Okay, eat something to replenish your strength, and let's start again." ”

Thanks, Flanda gratefully squeezed her eyes at him.

"Huh? Is there something to eat? At this moment, Hachihara also walked in and said in surprise when he saw this.

After everyone had eaten and drunk, the meeting officially began.

"How's it going, Flynn?" Ed asks if he can blend in with the crowd and get close to Dalcia.

Flynn shook his head: "Impossible, the police have completely blocked the street, let alone drop the bomb, it is impossible to even get close." ”

"Well," Ed sighed, "then I'll have to trouble you with another plan." ”

"Originally, if I could get close to Darcia, I would have been alone, but if that didn't work, I would have to change to another plan, and I would have to ask you to help me."

"I'm sorry." Ed said sorry, but his expression didn't show any hint of flinching, and it was clear that he was ready to carry out the plan anyway.

"What are you talking about, Uncle Eddard, to help you in your file," Flynn said, "I'm not coming to von Brown just to repay you." ”

"That said, Uncle Eddard, you're too out-of-sight." Hachihara also shouted.

Only Flanda didn't have a smile on her face.

"Thank you, thank you," Ed said with a heartfelt smile on his face, "As long as we work together, we will definitely succeed." ”

He said happily, with a look on his face that was more like a martyr's psychedelic brilliance than the resoluteness of a revolutionary.