HMS Byron, Lounge Area E, Lounge Room 408. A man with long black hair over his shoulders sat in a hoverchair, and on the metal table in front of him was his personal electronic board, next to which was a transparent pen with a slender ribbon of light shining with a dark fuchsia light, and the screen of the electronic board displayed a drawing of several different colors that I don't know what the part was. Neuer was transferred to the Byron because he was severely unaccustomed to the situation on Cross and showed no signs of recovery at all - a huge loss of face for the medical module of the Purple Sun. He had no choice but to talk to Blake about it. It wasn't any different for him, though, because he still didn't have much work to do. This can't be entirely blamed on Rey, because he was so busy that he immediately forgot about it after confirming the transfer information with Blake—and as a result, Neuer was in the rest bay of the Byron, because there were many differences in the construction of the Ziyang and Byron.

The crew member of the Byron, who had been transferred to the Ziyang, had already greeted his teammates on the Byron. As for the lack of a replacement in the back, they all believed in their abilities as Captain Rey - in fact, Rey forgot about it, and even one less person was no problem at all, and the workload of the extra person was forced to survive. As for the crew, after arriving on the Ziyang, they actually had a feeling of going to the elven village on a remote planet to go to the countryside, and were "tortured" by the "leisurely and leisurely" work of the Ziyang to the point of madness, and then asked Blake for instructions to do the work ......of three people by one person - that is for later.

Less than a week later, Neuer found himself the busiest crew member on the Byron. He felt so out of place that he felt the urge to run to the captain's room and scold him. However, after carefully observing the other crew members of the Byron, he immediately gave up on this idea. In addition, Neuer found that the crew of the Byron spent half the time learning the ancient Helka Star language every day than the crew of the Ziyang, and he was still a little unable to keep up with them—the only place where Neuer was glad he had enough time. In desperation, Neuer spent a lot of time studying the machine in the shape of his Blake's head. Because of the need for research, Neuer had to teach himself a few miscellaneous things - he derided himself for being "blooming everywhere". It's better to stay on the Purple Sun...... Neuer leaned back in the hovering chair and slowly stretched. "Everyone else is still working overtime, and I have so much time to spend it." He spread out on the hoverchair as if he had no bones, and said to himself, "That's interesting." ”

After another hour or so, Neuer fell asleep in a daze. "No way!" He snapped his eyes open and shouted. It was pitch black and silent all around. "What's the situation?!" Neuer's face changed slightly, and he asked in a voice that inadvertently became a higher pitch. "What's the situation...... What's going on...... Circumstance...... "The echo ...... seem to be coming from a long distance, but it still sounds louder than Neuer's original voice. After that, there was silence again. Neuer took a deep breath and calmed himself down a little. Still, he could hear his own heartbeat very clearly, as if his heart was beating in his ears. Neuer raised his hands in front of his eyes, palms facing inward, stunned - he could see very clearly?

Helka Star, Helka Star Plain. With her left hand crossed over her waist and her right hand holding a black machine shaped like a watering can, in front of her was a large cluster of gold mines. The sun was just right, the sky was cloudless, and the sunlight reflected on the gold mine in front of him flashed and flickered, shaking Elandi's eyes. "Tsk, it's a shame that Rey didn't join us before." He pointed the machine at the gold mine in front of him with some impatience, and said casually, "There is such a good ancestor, and he has made such a crazy thing......" "Beep-" Elandi pressed the switch of the instrument with the big finger of his right hand. A small vortex was immediately created at the "vent" of the instrument, and a huge suction force was generated in the center of the vortex - of course, this was nothing to Edie. The golden energy slowly peeled away from the gold mine, poured into the center of the vortex, and vanished. In a few moments, the original glittering gold mine turned into a pile of gray, translucent, dull crystals.

Elandi looked at it and turned off the instrument with a beep. He now thinks that those mining machines of the Space Pirate Obi Organization are the stuff of the primitive era - just mining a mine, and even having to "boom, boom" and "ping pong" for a long time. Elandi held the instrument to shoulder height and looked at the red number "Ninety-eight percent" displayed on the screen of the blackened instrument. "......," Ellandi cursed in a low voice, but his voice was too low to be heard except himself. He looked again at the silver-gray instrument on his left arm, which looked like a watch with a round dial, and the white numerals on it told Elandi that it was twenty-three forty-five p.m. "Annoying." Ellandi stomped her foot as she spoke. Immediately, he rose to a height of a hundred meters. "Let me see ......" he squinted, looking for something. In less than a minute, a distant flash caught his attention.

Ellandi had a tool to track the ore with him, but he thought he could find it faster. Once she had determined her goal, Elendi gathered her energy and flew towards her distant target. He still finds it a little hard to believe - the place is beautiful, and the gold mines "grow" on the grass in clusters like grass. And this place, two and a half months ago, was part of the terrifying Helka Wasteland, which occupies almost two-thirds of the planet's surface area, at the bottom of the Pano system's environmental rankings - that seems crazy, doesn't it? Half a minute later, Ellandi landed in front of another cluster of gold. The cluster was a little larger than the one before, and Ellandi was pleased with her eyesight. He opened the instrument in his hand as he had just done before, thinking about what kind of bedtime drink he wanted to drink in the early hours of this morning.

The 1st Regiment of their 1st Brigade built a base on the other side of the planet Helka, so Elandi would not endure the legendary "day and night life". As for why Ilandi, who is the head of the regiment, is still collecting energy outside so late, it starts from yesterday's approval of their application. As the head of the base, Ilandi condemned himself on more than one occasion today for making the worst decision ever - to apply for energy self-sufficiency from the Byron - and the key is that the Byron also agreed. As a result, they immediately found that their methane gas wells were running out of energy to supply the base. Elandi asked himself if he had no talent for solar panels or anything, so he comfortably threw the construction of a few solar panels to his subordinates to "subsidize the family". However, it will take a little time. Elandi had to lead the rest of the crew to work overtime to collect energy, even though it was past the emergency period - he really didn't have the face to ask the Byron to resupply it, and he was too embarrassed to idle in front of his current subordinates.

"Di-" After collecting the energy of this cluster of gold ore, the number on the screen of the instrument in Elandi's hand finally changed to "one hundred percent" - and the color changed from red to green. "It's too bright." Elandi squinted and began to talk to herself again. When working alone, people like to talk to themselves, but Ellandi doesn't realize it. He hung the instrument on a metal strap around his waist, pulled a movable rope buckle from the metal strap and threaded it between the handle and the body of the instrument, and buckled it with a "click". Elendi was happy with his current subordinates, at least they wouldn't talk back like Issinger, or taunt like Neuer, or lack a string in their heads like Greo - Kai Xi was more than satisfied. While satisfied, he felt as if something was missing. What's missing? He used to think about this before going to bed. He chalked it up to the fact that life had been too quiet lately, with a lack of tension — and of course, yes.