"Yes," Wedel said. The spaceship landed three kilometers away from the Lahali tribe, and the huge impact force kicked up dust a hundred meters high in the desert, and the high temperature generated by the engine also melted large sand grains, making the ground as smooth as a mirror. The people of that tribe thought that there was a sandstorm, and they were all so frightened that they hid in the house and did not dare to come out. However, when Variable-1 crashed to the ground, half of the fuselage was damaged, and even the engine was separated from the fuel tank, throwing it out a few hundred meters away. The scattered parts of the engines rubbed against each other to produce sparks, causing violent explosions in the heat, and the Lahali people saw the flames soaring into the sky, and realized that what was happening on their doorstep was not a sandstorm, but a man-made disaster. ”

"What about you? How were you then? ”

"Me? Hehe~ I'm the same as the spaceship, and I only have half a life left. I strapped myself into a space seat that bounced out of the crew capsule, trying to soak up the sunlight to regain some strength, but I didn't even have the strength to lift my arms and unbuckle my seat belts. However, I am fortunate that as a Fire Clan on the U planet, I am not much different from the earthlings in appearance, and as long as I don't expose the heat vents on my back to remove excess heat, I will not be seen as an anomaly. Luckily, the Laharians are not cannibals, and although they don't like direct contact with modern people, they don't reject them either, because those who dress in fashion always bring them all sorts of oddities, and often things that come in handy. ”

Hearing this, Haige breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if the Laharians had realized that they had saved an alien after that.

Weddle continued: "Many of the tribes, from the chiefs to the youngsters, were fluent in English, which saved me a lot of trouble, so I didn't have to search the language database for their indigenous languages. Besides, not knowing the local language is more conducive to gaining trust, imagine that I, an intruder, use a mouth in the local language they are familiar with, and will not arouse their wariness? It's just that the poor Variable Star 1, the most core engine is gone, and only the fuel tank is left in the entire tail section. The reason why the fuel tank did not catch fire is simple, that is, the fuel is completely exhausted, and only an empty shell remains. But thankfully, the cargo hold, which was dragged behind and separated from the ship, was well preserved, thanks to the clever Marie, who reinforced the cargo compartment in multiple layers, even if all the parts of the Variable Star One were destroyed, the cargo hold could always remain closed, and not even a trace of heat could penetrate the outside world. ”

"Variable Star One, after all, is an alien vehicle, and the earthlings really didn't react to your visit at all?"

"As I said, with the help of U-star technology, I can pass through the atmosphere like dust without being detected, but the sparks from the friction between the spacecraft and the atmosphere will inevitably attract the attention of observers on the ground. Sure enough, after I arrived on Earth, the discussion in the earth science community about the UFO, or UFO, over central Australia was very much rampant, and it continued for months before it subsided inconclusively. Fortunately, the Laharians are not in regular contact with modern society, and they are not involved in the discussion of this UFO incident that I created. ”

"I guess there must have been people in the Global Federation of Science and Technology who sent expeditions into the desert area to find the traces of UFOs, but the Laharians helped you escape their search, right?" ”

Wedel nodded, "No, things are going as smoothly as you might think." The Laharians are simple and hospitable, eager to get fresh things from me with a high-tech element, but never appear to be greedy. I don't think even if I hadn't given any gifts, they wouldn't have died for me. After landing, I had only enough strength left to check the operating board to see if the ship's operating system and cargo hold had also been damaged, and when I saw that they were unharmed, I fell into a semi-comatose state. The Laharians carried me back to their quarters and tried to feed me water, but I was still conscious, so I quickly refused, and took a few pieces of red-hot charcoal from the stove where they were boiling, crushed them with my hands and swallowed them in my stomach. The smell of carbon was terrible, but it saved my life. ”

"You swallowed a block of carbon in front of the natives?" Haige almost laughed.

Wedel shrugged and said, "I don't feel hostility from the local natives, and I don't think they will be bad for me, so I don't need to be so cautious." And if I don't replenish my energy in time, I'll die soon, so what can I have to worry about then? Of course, the Laharians were terrified to see me, a modern man swallowing carbon, and they took it for granted that I was a monster descending from the sky, and fled from the house screaming, so far away that they did not dare to come any closer. Only the old patriarch was bolder, perhaps because he had the responsibility to protect his people, so he had to be brave. ”

Landing in a desert area where the primitive society still has its original appearance is a wise choice. If Variable-1's first stop on Earth was a modern city similar to Xijin, you would be able to guess Wedel's final fate without asking—the Earth Science community would have taken him and all the creatures in the cargo hold as samples of extraterrestrial civilizations, and used all means to study them. If Wedel loses even his freedom, what is there to talk about building an underground plant kingdom?

However, for the Laharians, Hai Geman thought that he would hide his identity, but who knew that this idea showed his villainous heart. Wedel deserved to be a gentleman in the open, and what he said next deepened Haige's respect for him.

"As I said, U-stars don't lie easily, so I explained to the patriarch in detail where I came from, what happened to U-stars, and my future mission. Since then, earthlings have come to call me Mr. Wedel. The name sounded so affectionate that I simply hid my real name in my memory. The natives were far less scheming than the city dwellers, and the patriarch believed in my story and quickly called in his men to help me clean up the wreckage of the spaceship. They brought in a large number of new grains of sand to cover the surface of the ship, returned the hard drive with the operating system to me, and temporarily helped me hide the cargo hold full of frozen embryos. ”

"So when the expedition team of the Federation of Science and Technology looked for the coordinates of the UFO's disappearance, all they saw was a long stretch of yellow sand, as if nothing had happened there." Haige said with emotion.

Wedel nodded, "Seventy years ago, I was still as strong as a young man, and I fully recovered after only two days of rest for the Rahali tribe. As a token of appreciation, I gave the patriarch two things, one being a dispersion sight, a small round box that resembles a gun barrel that fires more than a hundred vision detectors. With this sight, their hunting is much easier – previously they could only look for prey with a telescope, but now the sight automatically finds the prey and tells them exactly where it is via a Bluetooth-connected handset. ”