(Xiao Yi: Happy birthday to Momo!) Ah, caught up and caught up. I almost thought I wouldn't be able to catch up. Hewen? If it doesn't exist, the ink absorber must want to see the text more. What the heck?! However, this chapter seems a bit boring...... Every morning in the early hours of the morning, I secretly rushed to learn the code words in my head, but there was no more plot in this chapter...... Without further ado, let's wish Blotocco a happy birthday! Happy Birthday Ink Absorbing! Happy Birthday Ink Absorbing! ）

Ziyang, Rest Cabin Area A, Lounge Room 001. Blake was lying on the bed in his shirt and pants, and his coat was draped casually over the back of the suspension chair. In normal times, the act of lying on the bed without taking a shower and changing into pajamas and pants would be unforgivable to him—but today is different. Today, Blake had been on the Purple Sun for a full week—but that wasn't the reason he was lying in bed so disheveled. Blake was sure to pay special attention to the time on the Purple Sun, because there was no sunrise or sunset in outer space, and even if there were, they could see it several times in twenty-four hours when they passed by a planet. But Bu Caike is not so "racing against time", only a week later, I feel that time has passed, the years are no more, the undead are coming, and I will die.

What really bothered him was the learning of the ancient Helka language. Because the warships of the entire interstellar United Galactic Fleet are all warships that inherit the ancient Helka Star Byron fleet, learning the ancient Helstar language has become a compulsory course for every crew member. In addition, the ability to master software facilities such as spacecraft control systems, scientific research simulation systems, and the use of hardware facilities such as energy harvesting devices and simulated combat training devices has also become a necessary ability for every crew member to develop in the future. This is really a very dramatic thing: the ancient Helka people went to great lengths to invade the major planets, enslave the elves of various races, and kept the scientific and technological achievements of their own race extremely secretive - not to mention that the foreigners wanted to steal them, even if they only coveted one of the most useless scientific and technological achievements, they would immediately be retaliated by the ancient Helka people by any means.

And now, the elves of all races on the major planets are desperately learning the ancient Helka language, and learning their major scientific and technological knowledge on the ships of the best fleet of the ancient Helka star. It was a scene that the ancient Helka people could not have imagined - if they had the chance to see such a scene, they would surely not know whether they should laugh or cry. But if they knew that the price of getting the elves to accept their culture was to make the elves learn their technology at the same time, the tension within them would probably become even more intense. With their level of technology, if there is a real civil war, I am afraid that it is unknown whether the Pano system still exists or not.

"Ugh." Blake sighed and sat up. No matter how much time he spends, no matter how hard he tries, he and the ancient Helka Star language are like two repulsive magnetic poles that cannot be harmoniously aligned together. He memorized the letters by rote, but forgot the words they combined; He was proficient at reciting the complicated and complicated rules of grammar, but he could hardly understand the meaning. It's not because he's not smart enough, and it's not because the ancient Helka Star language is a ghostly script. "You should treat it as a mystery!" When Blake went to find Erwenda, Ervinda said this to him. At that time, Blake struggled for a long time because of this sentence.

"Too dependent." Blake glanced at a small round machine he had placed on the metal table, and asked himself coldly, "Are you already planning to die?" The little machine was two-layered: the first of which was silvery-white, with a diameter of sixty millimeters and a thickness of fourteen millimeters, and the bottom was equipped with a support that could be worn on the left ear; The second layer is dark blue, fifty millimeters in diameter and eight millimeters thick, and is adorned with a silver metal block in the shape of the two-pointed four-pointed star symbol of the Interstellar Alliance. It was a translator made by more than a dozen people, including Rey and Erwenda, in combination with the technology of the Cell. As long as it is worn on the left ear, it can be translated simultaneously into ancient Helkasian and cosmological languages; To translate text, simply turn the first layer of the translator and a light blue, translucent Kolod LCD screen will automatically pop up, covering the left side of the face below the eyebrows and above the cheeks. This does not affect the vision and provides sufficient information.

In fact, Blake went to Ervinda in order to get rid of the translator. But if this matter is spoken, others may start to worry that Blake did not go to the medical cabin for treatment because of his fever, which caused his brain to burn out. You know, due to the limitations of energy, materials, and time, only three such translators were made in total - one was left in the warehouse of the Byron for backup, and one of the remaining two was given to Blake. But Blake didn't want it yet—wasn't his brain burned out or something? However, Blake also has his own pride, stubbornness and stubbornness. He would never allow himself to rely on that translator. What's more, there are only three translators in total - he was actually chosen?!

When Blake got his hands on the Ze Turner and figured out what it was for, the first thought that came to his mind was: Damn, do I look so useless? It's an insult! Of course, there is a more practical reason: Blake would never allow himself to rely on a machine that could break at any time, even though the chances of that machine suddenly breaking down are almost zero. In his opinion, relying too much on something that doesn't seem 100% reliable is a serious mistake.

However, Ervinda did not go his way. "Actually, I think it's better for you to keep it." That day, after Blake revealed his thoughts to Erwenda, Erwenda told him. "I want to know why." Blake was a little surprised, but he wasn't the kind of person who was unreasonable. But at least we need to figure out why. He doesn't think Rey is the kind of person who will show favoritism. "Let's put it simply......" Ervinda paused, then said in the ancient Helka language, "Black, nice to meet you!" What do you say?" Bucchuck frowned. “How are you?” Ervinda continued. "......" Blake froze. At the time, he was not wearing a translator.

"Look, that's why." Ervinda spread her hands, "You don't look at your expression just now, it's not just too disappointed, it's just a mourning expression." "Like what?" Blake frowned. Instinctively, he didn't think it was a good word. "Nothing." Ervinda immediately said, "It's just a Chinese idiom for the earth." "Rumourning Kaoyu, a Chinese idiom, pronunciation: rú sàng kǎo bǐ, interpretation: mourning, death; Kao, father; 妣, mother, means to grieve as if a parent has died, and is used to describe being very sad and anxious. Ervinda was clearly misused. But as long as he doesn't say it, who will know who is there?

Recently, he found that he blurted out more and more wrong words and sentences, and the whole person became a little frivolous. He blamed it on spending a long time with Gamesh, who had a "brain smaller than an egg." The day before yesterday, when he mentioned this matter to Gamesh, Gameish said one word in a very arrogant tone: "Fart! "So, that's it." I don't have a problem with you, you really have to keep the translator. The conversation with Blake reminded Ervinda of these unpleasant things, so he immediately changed the subject.

"There's one more question." Blake held up a finger, "Why did I learn the ancient Helka Star language so poorly?" "Now that he knows that Ervinda knows that he learned the ancient Helka Star language poorly, he won't beat around the bush—he knows that Ervinda won't go around talking nonsense." Please tell me bluntly. He added. I also don't know very well about this. Although Ervinda was glad that Blake did not dwell on the matter of "mourning", although he did not want to disappoint Blake, he could not give an accurate answer to Blake's question. "There are many reasons for this: your native language, your life experience, etc."

"So, it's hard to explain?" Blake sighed, "If it's really troublesome, then don't explain." "This ......," Elvinda frowned slightly, "you should treat it as a mystery!" Then, Blake said goodbye to Ervinda and returned to the Purple Sun, and Gamesh came to ask Ervinda what Blake had just said about it, only to be driven back to his job by Ervinda. After a few more minutes, Ervinda looked in the direction Blake had left and moved his mouth, but no sound came out. From the shape of his mouth, you can know that what he said was: "Blake, although they are indeed aggressors in a way, you cannot deny that they are indeed great ......"