"Logaard."

The silver snake man's tail shone in the sunlight, and when he heard the call, he blinked his eyelashes like a silver feather.

There was a slight complex feeling in my heart.

No matter how many times he heard it, he always felt that it was too ironic that the title Gad would be used on himself.

It's like mocking your own stupid and powerless rebellion.

The Naga Empire, as its name suggests, belongs to the Naga Empire, and the other races within the Empire are nominally citizens, but in reality they are nothing more than exploited slaves, and the bloodline theory brings a narrow upward channel close to nothing.

If the bottom wants to be promoted to the class, the only way to do it is to work diligently and roll for half a life, get a baptism opportunity close to charity, and transform into that "dirty and low-class" bloodline.

Remove the innate blood and bones alive and inject the thin Naga blood to fill it.

And it's not something that can be transformed all at once, after all, this is a good link to exploit and show the nobility of your blood, so naturally you have to add a few more levels.

Naturally, the half-breed and the unsuccessful metamorphosis could not be called Naga, but they were unwilling to be called the same name as ordinary commoners, so they were compromised and called Gad.

This title full of superiority and pride, with a contempt of bullying the weak and fearing the hard, Lotsa understood it very well.

He never felt that his innate bloodline was inferior, nor did he feel that Naga was inherently noble.

But this conventional title, denial is too conspicuous and special.

Even if he didn't like this title, he didn't deny it in the end, ignored it lightly, glanced at his loyal and capable subordinates, and lightly opened his thin lips.

"Ingreu."

"Hebrew is a member of the security team hired by the institute five years ago, and you are directly in charge, right?"

Although he was a little puzzled why his boss suddenly asked about this person, the lizard man named Ying Luolie nodded and said quietly: "Yes, he was hired by the Mozhu Hall when it was built five years ago, although I am in charge, but I am only in charge of his files in the office, and in fact I am not under my control, but the Mozhu Hall is ......."

"But you've been in contact with him, haven't you? Let's talk about it. ”

Ying Luolie glanced at the handsome silver snake man, and couldn't see what he was thinking, but he always didn't say anything specific about his question, and he was used to making people guess.

The lizardman nodded respectfully.

"Yes, I do have a lot of contact with the Hebrews, he is from the Asura clan, but he doesn't look like an Asura at all, he is very gentle and easy to get along with, and even ...... to speak"

The lizardman paused, pondering what words to use to describe him.

Speaking of the Asura clan, it is natural to use war machines, slaughtering madmen, and bombs that fall into madness from time to time, whether it is the reputable Star Sea mercenary Gegville Empire, or their notorious kindred, the Star Thieves who are engaged in looting and plundering in the Silver Moon Star Domain.

Their racial identity has clearly overshadowed other labels on them.

In such an impression, Hebrew is really ......

"Unorthodox."

"He is always giggling and lazy, whether in life or work, but because he is nominally not lower than me, and is not under my jurisdiction, and he has not made any mistakes in his work."

"I didn't bother asking."

"He happened to be on vacation for the past few days, and the vacation is expected to end in seven days."

"Hmm." Lotsa calmly replied, lowered her head slightly, and opened a slightly transparent screen in her hand, on which a fine black font appeared in a flicker.

Ying Luolie has long been accustomed to the boss's actions of opening his brain to deal with other things as he speaks.

He turned his head to look away, waiting patiently, not at all uncomfortable being left dry.

It's just that I can't help but be a little curious.

For him suddenly asked about Hebrew things.

The silver snake man's fingers were slender and sharp, lightly tapping on the translucent screen, and the color of the scales was pure and glowing, like the texture of a heavy iceberg exposed by the sun.

[South Main Hall: Got it, bring him here, I want to see him for detailed inquiries. 】

[Lotsa: Okay.] 】

He ended the communication, looked at his subordinates who were waiting quietly, and told him, "You come with me to see the South Lord's Hall."

“……？”

A bunch of upside-down question marks appeared above the lizardman's head, and the lizard's face vividly showed a puzzled and stupid expression.

Although he didn't question it, Ying Luolie's stupid expression made Lotsa a a little helpless.

"Pay more attention to current events."

"Four days ago, two unidentified star leapers fought at the junction of the B11 star field and the Ryukyu star field, affecting more than 100 planets, among which the highest peak of fluctuation even crossed the B-level to reach the A-level."

Looking at the "kind" gaze of his boss, Ying Luolie wittily and heartily added: "I know, and that battle also affected the Canaan Star, and the planet was blocked and alerted a few days ago because of this."

But what does this have to do with Hebrew? Why do you want me to go to the South Lord's Hall again?

……

Wait a minute!?

As if sensing something, his rounded golden pupils shrunk to the size of a pinpoint, and he gasped in shock.

"One of the men in that battle was Hebrew!?"

With a chill down his spine, he desperately wanted a negative answer at the moment.

You must know that if Hebrew is a star leaper, then not only yourself, but this planet doesn't know how many times you have walked through the ghost gate.

The star-leaping Asura went berserk, and there was no one on this small remote planet who could stop him.

"Hmm."

The silver snake man slammed down on the next hum, stunting the lizardman entirely.