"Actually, your father is kind to you, at least very willingly......" The furnishings in the room are similar to those in the hall on the first floor, a total of six rooms, all decorated according to the ancient civilization in the minds of the New Edenians, with beds, cabinets, carpets, round portholes, and even bathtubs.

Don't ask, even if these things are not real antiques, they are specially customized, and the price is naturally much higher than that of industrial products. Looking at the row of spaceship models on the cabinet, Hong Tao felt that Mr. Otero did not seem to be as ruthless as Claire said.

"Shut up, you don't have to worry about my family's affairs! Would you like to try bathing with real water? When it comes to family issues, Claire is easy to get angry, but she doesn't care much about Hong Tao's sick brain, and points to the bathtub like a child.

"Isn't it together?" If you want to talk about the New Eden, technology is really advanced, but it is also quite dirty, and many people do not take a bath for life. Whether it's a space station or a planet's surface, the cost of using natural water sources is too high, and all of them change the way you bathe.

For example, the self-cleaning function of the skin garment, or the use of sound waves to remove dirt from the body. The effect is certainly stronger than bathing with water, but it lacks that clean feeling. Of course, this feeling is probably only possessed by Hong Tao, and the people of New Eden are used to it, and they can't feel it at all.

"Of course not, only a savage would have this thought, give you half an hour, and then change into a dress, and there are more boring people to deal with in the evening."

When it comes to intimate contact between human bodies, Claire instinctively rejects and even shows a disgusting look. In order not to dwell on this issue, she used force again, grabbed Hong Tao's neck and pushed the room with the bathtub, and then slammed the door shut.

Hong Tao tried, and the result was the same as he thought, the door could not be opened from the inside. It seems that there is also a master brain in this house, no matter how primitive it looks, it still has the same virtue as the space station in its bones, maybe it is more high-tech.

Water, it's real water, and in order to verify this point of view, Hong Tao secretly took a small sip. The taste, there is no taste, it is estimated that it is filtered too clean, and it is screened out one by one according to the water molecules, and naturally the taste of the water on the earth is lost.

But having is better than nothing, and the feeling of being soaked in water is completely different from that of soaking in a derivative solution. How to put it, sometimes too comfortable can be uncomfortable. The only drawback is that I didn't rub the mud off the body, the self-cleaning ability of the derivative solution is too strong, and the skin is about to break and there is nothing.

Hong Tao wanted to know what Claire would think if she saw a layer of dirt floating in the bathtub, whether she would throw the bathtub directly, and whether she would dare to soak in the same escape pod with herself in the future.

The venue of the dinner was arranged in the courtyard, in fact, there is no difference between the house and the courtyard, there is indeed a layer of energy shield in the air, but it is invisible, but nothing can come in except for light, even the air is sent through the circulation system. Naturally, it also includes the kind of big birds with knife beaks, they don't even dare to approach this airspace, and it is estimated that they have suffered a lot.

Another reason for arranging the dinner party in the courtyard is that there are many people, and there are two hundred in a rough count, all of which are crowded in the hall and a little cramped.

These people all know Hong Tao, because he has to follow Claire's side, and he has to introduce him if he doesn't want to. Just don't hide it, not only to introduce, but also to emphasize the identity of the ominous, just let Hong Tao pick up the dress to show the tattoo on the back.

Claire didn't keep a low profile, she wore the emerald green cheongsam again, and showed her acting skills. The small face is raised at 45% degrees, the hands are closed in front of the body, and he does not take a big step when he walks.

But today's protagonist is not destined to be her, since she knew that Hong Tao was an ominous person, everyone's eyes were wrong, it can't be said to be contempt, nor contempt, but it's definitely different from looking at ordinary people, a bit like going to the zoo to see the animals in the cage.

There were also a few of them who shot sharp arrows similar to Mr. Otero in their eyes, and Hong Tao probably summed it up, basically young men. Don't ask, this is Claire's trick again, she not only used herself to demonstrate to her father, but also used herself as a shield.

Just block it, anyway, I have thick skin, and no matter how sharp my eyes are, I can't penetrate it. If Claire really needs it, it's okay to let them scold all night, it's a big deal to turn off the ears, and I don't believe that anyone can use Chinese and English. It's okay if you really have it, there is no context, just rely on learning, they really don't have the fancy scolding themselves.

In fact, Hong Tao not only did not feel uncomfortable, but also felt quite comfortable. The guests invited by Otero must have been rich or noble, and many of them were whole families, including young women of school age.

To say that the daughters of rich and noble families are generally of high quality, even if their appearance is not outstanding, they also have the temperament cultivated since childhood to make up for it, and on the whole, there is basically no below the passing line.

This allowed Hong Tao to come into play, making full use of their curiosity and sympathy for the identity of the ominous, throwing off their mouths and eating a good meal of vernacular at the dinner table, which not only attracted the focus of the young people at this table, but even someone at the main table from time to time turned their heads sideways to listen carefully.

As for what the living environment of the ominous person is, it doesn't matter at all, Hong Tao doesn't know, and others don't know either. Didn't Claire say that the Ominous is just a legend that circulates in the Vault Dweller society, and even the Vault Dwellers living on the planet Voshen are rarely known, let alone these pampered rich second generations.

As long as the content is good and engaging, then your story is true. As for what the content is, I can't make it up, because it's easy to expose, and I have to add some truth. For example, the alien is portrayed as a drone that hijacks him, and this fantasy description alone is enough to talk for half an hour.

Adding fuel and vinegar to the process of himself and Claire bravely breaking into the self-discipline drone brood, dinner time is over, even if someone wants to interrogate themselves carefully, they don't have time. Because his mouth has never stopped, he basically hasn't eaten a few bites of dragon meat and ant eggs, as long as there is wine to moisten his throat, no one can interject for another two hours.

"You've said too much, there are some things that should be communicated to me in advance." As soon as dinner ended, Claire came to Hong Tao's side and took the opportunity of the toast to complain quietly.

"Communication? I'm just talking about it to make them ask fewer questions, and it seems to work well. "Whether the nonsense works or not, you don't need Claire to comment, you just need to look at the warblers and Yanyan gathered around to feel it, they haven't heard enough.

“…… It's all about fun? Aite, there's a real chance you've got something left in your head that doesn't belong to all of us. Stay with me for the next few hours and stop telling these stories! Claire was very dissatisfied with Hong Tao's answer, but she didn't have time to explain in detail.

"Huh? Still have a few hours left and can't leave early? Hong Tao really didn't take this into account, he thought that it would be over after eating, even if there was a dance party, he was not a VIP himself, so he couldn't be forced to participate.

"Probably not, we're unfortunate enough to catch Planet Day, and every year on this day, the unmarried men of the Federation hold a battle match, and everyone bets to watch it until the game is over, unless you can find a reason why you have to leave."

"Yes, this is called going out without looking at the yellow calendar!" Hong Tao really can't find a reason to leave, so let's be safe.

The Battle Game, a festive celebration of the New Roman Federation, was established to commemorate the perseverance and tenacity of their ancestors who thrived on the planet, with a special emphasis on returning to basics and relying on themselves.

Any unmarried man over the age of fifteen is allowed to participate, excluding clones, and is not allowed to use any weapons or augmentations, such as Claire's mechanical arm.

The format of the game is simple, and the contestants will win if they knock each other down in uniform one-on-one, and any means will be allowed, including buttoning the eyeballs and hitting the yin. But these tricks are usually useless, because the more vulnerable parts of the human body have reinforced protective equipment, such as the eyes, lower vulva, and larynx.

You can attack other parts with confidence, and even if you really break it, it's okay, and the medical technology at this time can completely heal. The final winner or loser is judged by the mastermind, and human subjective judgment is excluded as much as possible.