"The Celestial Star Clan, it's really close to the Spirit Clan."

Sitting in the spacious and bright dining room, Modi looked at the human waiters who were shuttling through the restaurant, and then looked like he wanted to laugh or not.

Human civilization also has a name in the eyes of the "Celestial Star Clan", that is, the "Spirit Race" that destroyed them a long, long time ago.

Modi's voice is not loud, but it is not small either.

Several of the "Celestial Star Clan" people sitting at the table next to him obviously heard it, some were embarrassed, some were angry, and some glared directly at Modi.

"Less talk...... Eating can't stop your mouth. ”

His wife patted him lightly on the shoulder, and at the same time cast an embarrassed apologetic look at the next table.

It didn't make a fuss, although Modi's words were harsh to those "Celestial Star Clan" people.

No one wants to make trouble here, and if they don't agree with each other, they will turn their faces or fight hard, that is the patent of the former "Celestial Star Clan", and with the fall of the "Star Alliance United States", many things have changed.

"This soup is so delicious......"

Next to Modi, Sharon, who was only five years old, kept drinking with a soup spoon, and her little face was happy.

Beside her, Jonah, who was a few years older, was burying his head in front of a plate of barbecue.

"It's really a big wave."

"I don't know how many people took the test at the beginning, but the number of people who made it to the second round is more than 300 million."

"These more than 300 million people should be considered elites."

"As a result, only five million people are now on board these ten super transports."

"And of those five million, at least three million are still relatives."

"That is, in this search for the smartest people, only about two million people passed the test."

Taking a sip of the sweet fruit wine, Jerry said with emotion.

"I'm more concerned about, what's the environment like over there?"

"Look at this, we're going to live there forever."

"Obviously, it's not a matter of one or two days, children's education and learning ......"

Tim sat on the side and said with some apprehension.

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Tim, trust me, it's definitely a lot better than you think."

Modi said with a smile.

After saying that, he looked at the hatch not far away.

The huge hatch is also a huge display.

Dense forests, babbling streams, quietly blooming flowers.

Small animals wandering in the grass, birds passing by in the sky.

Not only the light, shadow and sound, but also the breath.

Modi didn't know how they did it, but he did feel the breeze from the woods, the faint fragrance of flowers, and even the faint smell of earth that fascinated him.

Quietly enjoying all this, Modi is also at peace of mind.

"Looking for the smartest people", after knowing that he belonged to the group of people who were exempted from the first round of exams, Modi knew very well that he would definitely be selected.

He knows what he is good at, and if he gets the first round of exemption, then it means that his major is at least right.

In the case of professional counterparts, Modi is not at all worried that he will be eliminated.

The "alien civilization" or "intelligent civilization", as well as these human beings, did not restrict their freedom.

While in the Gabriel system, Modi also had contact with many others.

Some of these people have the same first-round exemption as him, and there are also those who have passed the first round of the test and performed extremely well.

On some issues, everyone has the same perception.

The "Alien Civilization" or "Alien Master" no longer has any good feelings towards any civilization of the "United States of the Star Alliance".

And the role of these people is not only to analyze and solve some problems for the "alien master", but more importantly, they also shoulder the responsibility of changing the fate of their civilization.

Just like Modi, there are not many "Tren" people, and there are more than a billion people when they are full.

Now, the Tren are scattered across different planets, living in a chaotic "apocalyptic era".

Until order is restored, their people are living in dire straits.

And the opportunity to change the fate of their people is up to them.

Modi believes that as long as he has made a significant contribution to the "alien civilization", he does not dare to say that the entire "United States of the Star Alliance", at least the protection of the "Tren", is only a matter of "alien master".

More than a billion "Tren" people sound like a lot, but as long as there is a living planet, they can survive.

And the transportation power and creativity of "smart civilization", Modi has never doubted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our trip is coming to an end."

"The convoy is about to enter the last space jump, after which we will reach the destination of this long journey."

"Please return to your cabin in an orderly manner, pack your belongings, and wait for the next instructions."

"If you have any questions and queries, please feel free to contact the staff and thank you for your cooperation."

Just as I entered, a soft voice rang out over the loudspeakers in the dining room.

"It's finally here!"

With a long exhale, Modi stood up and returned to the cabin where the family belonged.

After packing his luggage, about ten minutes or so, Modi clearly felt that the transport ship had slowed down until it stopped.

At that moment, there was a dull knock at the hatch.

Jerry opened the door to reveal a human female standing outside with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Modi, have you packed up?"

The appearance of the female staff is certainly not pretty in the aesthetics of the "Tren", but her smile is sweet.

"Now that you're done, what's next?"

Modi said and stood up.

"Please follow me."

The female staff member spoke the lingua franca of "United Covenants" and made a "please" gesture.

"Your luggage, you can hand it over."

"In addition, this robot will also be your exclusive robot in the future."

"From security to handling household chores, trust me, it's sure to meet most of your needs."

Looking at the heavy suitcases that Jerry and Tim were carrying, the female staff member smiled and let go of the robot behind her.

It was a robot with the same appearance as a human, and the silver-white robot face was set up with a very "cute" characteristic, at least the eyes of the two little guys next to Modi lit up when they saw it.

"And what's its name?"

"Can we touch it?"

Perhaps feeling the softness and kindness of the female staff, the two little guys, who were still a little scared, couldn't hold back their curiosity, and opened their mouths to ask at the same time.

"The naming power rests with you, and you can name them now."

"Of course it's okay to touch it, you don't have to worry, they won't hurt you."

The female staff member half-squatted down, smiled at the two children and said softly.