"Blake, are you outrageously idle?!" Through the screen of the electronic board, Blake could see Neuer leaning back on the back of the hovering chair, his hands clutching the sleeve at the joint of his other arm, and a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. "No, it's busy." Blake replied coldly, expressionless. "Aren't you busy? yes, you're really not very busy. Neuer raised his left hand and covered his lips, the corners of his mouth hooked up in an amusing solitude. I mean I'm busy. Blake took a deep breath and forced himself not to get angry. To get angry with someone like Neuer is simply insulting his own IQ! Blake kept reminding himself in his mind. "So you look busy, but you're not busy at all, right?" Neuer narrowed his eyes and continued to challenge Blake's bottom line.

"......" Blake didn't want to pay any attention to his provocation, and planned to listen to his "nonsense" until he was tired. "I say you're so expressionless and glazed," Neuer said, reproachfully, "do you want to stare at me stupidly for five minutes like you just did?" "......," Blake twitched uncontrollably, even though he tried to keep himself calm. Or do you think I know that you're sitting in a hovering chair waiting for the huge secret of your mold, and you regret telling me the secret, and you're already thinking of ways to kill me without even noticing? Neuer uttered a long list of words in one breath, and there was not a single word in that long list that Blake wanted to hear now.

It's really a Gaia's brain that would think of hanging up a video call for Neuer! Blake thought. He was now suddenly very tempted to reprimand someone, and that person was none other than himself. What do you do with Neuer? Nothing would have been found out. It's okay to find Neuer, but why make a video call when you haven't figured out how to start a conversation?! Is it to say "Hi Neuer, good evening!" I'm very poor at learning the ancient Helkastar language, and I'm annoyed now. Something stupid?! Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm losing face! Blake blamed himself in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became, as if he was not scolding himself, but Gaia. At the same time, his eyes gradually became strange—a mixture of anger, unease, shame, and a hint of "hatred is not made of steel".

"Hey, you're awake now, aren't you?" Seeing that Blake had become even stranger than before, Neuer couldn't help but be puzzled, and there was a little more seriousness in his tone—he had never seen Blake like this before. "Don't overuse your brain because of work, or you will become a fool, and even the gods of the earth will not be able to save you!" He added with some concern. It's just that this angle of concern is a bit wrong. "What do you have to do with it!" Blake's expression suddenly became irritable. He glared at Neuer, who had not yet reacted on the other side of the screen, slapped the screen of the electronic board with his hand, and hung up the video call with Neuer that did not exceed 20 sentences but lasted nearly 20 minutes.

Fortunately, the quality of the electronic boards of the ancient Helka Star is quite good, each of which is bulletproof, and can absolutely resist the energy attacks emitted by the primary elves with all their might. That's why he wasn't slapped by Blake. But if it were any of the computers on the Cell, it would be hard to say. Maybe not only will it be broken, but there is also a great possibility that it will directly blow up Blake just now and didn't control his strength.

"It's just impossible to communicate." Blake stared at the board, frowning. "Ugh." Thinking that staring at it was also in vain, and staring at the electronic board would not solve the problem, Blake simply stood up and walked to the bathroom. He walked halfway, thought for a moment, and walked back to his closet. Taking out a set of pajamas and putting them on the bed, and then taking off his boots, Blake walked straight into the bathroom with his socks on. The floor inside is non-slip, so you can walk in on the ice without any problems. He glanced at himself in the mirror, then turned right and took two steps inside. In the mirror, an unusually handsome man can be seen turning to the left, and his beautiful long black hair is in a perfect arc. "Exaggerated mirror ......," Blake grumbled in a low voice.

Glancing at the multi-purpose toilet on his left, he began to undress as he wondered how much the ancient Helka people were in pursuit of material comforts. At the same time, Blake gently touched the four-centimeter-diameter light silver circular sensor switch on the wall of the ship on his right hand side. A laundry box slowly pops out of the waist-length wall on the right-hand side, with four compartments of various sizes. He sorted the clothes he had taken off into those compartments and pushed them with his hand. The laundry box retracts automatically, and at the same time, a light red circular spot with a diameter of two centimeters illuminates in the center of the pale silver sensor switch.

Blake took another step forward, grabbed the doorknob with his left hand and pulled open the sliding door directly in front of him, which was a small cubicle dedicated to bathing. Although the toilet and bathroom in the private rooms of many planets refer to the same place, the ancient Helka people still stubbornly separated them clearly with sliding doors, one by one, the outside of the sliding door is called the bathroom, and the inside of the sliding door is called the bathroom. It's in line with their usual crisp and clean style. Of course, this is also a joke: at the beginning, during the design phase of the Ziyang, an ancient Helkastar engineer thought that the toilet should be used for washing and tidying up, so a sliding door should be added between the toilet and the sink to completely separate the toilet from the toilet. Although this plan was not implemented due to the joint opposition of the soldiers and the accusation that it was a "waste of resources", it had a certain impact on the residential housing industry of the ancient Helka Star.

He walked into the cubicle, and the sliding door slowly closed behind him. "Standard temperature, three, four, fourteen, zero, and zero." This icy electronic female voice existed literally in every corner of the ancient Helka Star Battleship. "Three seconds later, start releasing the water." Blake didn't want to listen to these things, which he had already heard no less than dozens of times, so he took the opportunity to click on a program in the lower right corner of the electronic touch screen with temperature, humidity, and bath time on the shoulder-length of his body. Koi, the standard unit of temperature for the ancient Hull star, is similar to the Fahrenheit temperature on the Xell. By a surprising coincidence, the standard unit of time for the ancient Helka Star was the same as that of the Cell, but only this one unit was identical. Except for the name, there are more or less differences in the others.

"Play, third file." Blake spoke stiffly in the ancient Helka dialect, as if he were about to kill himself. There was no accent in ancient Helka, let alone a dialect. Any non-standard pronunciation is considered a blasphemy against their "noble planet" and "noble nation", and is punishable by warning and even jailing. In addition, it is impossible for any non-standard pronunciation to turn on the voice-activated switch of any of the ancient Helkas. That's why Blake speaks so unnaturally.

"Our rockets used to be propelled forward by rocket engines. After the ignition of the rocket engine, the propellant (liquid or solid combustion agent plus oxidizer) is burned in the combustion chamber of the engine, producing a large amount of high-pressure gas; The reaction force on the combustion chamber (that is, on the rocket) caused by the high-pressure gas ejection from the engine nozzle at high speed causes the rocket to move in the opposite direction of the gas injection. Our ancestors found this to be extremely energy-intensive, which is very detrimental to the future development of Helka. Now, we only need to spray compressed elven organic energy through the psionic injector to achieve the same or even better results than the old rocket engines......" Blake listened to the extremely stiff Helka Star language as if he didn't understand, watching the incomparably complex animations and text on the screen. This is the pastime of the ancient Helka people when they bathed, and it is called "return to childhood".

Blake watched, his left hand habitually grabbing the pendant around his neck. Every time he grabbed the pendant in the shape of the Cassius Essence, he felt unusually relieved. It's just that this time the situation is a little different from the past. As soon as his hand touched the surface of the pendant, he felt an irresistible force tug at his head—but he didn't fall. The next second, when he came back to his senses, he found that he was no longer on the Byron.

He stood on the milky white ground, surrounded by a number of large and small irregularly shaped dark milky yellow stones, most of which were covered with a layer of light milky yellow material. To his left was a large area of milky yellow mountain, also covered with milky substance, and not far in front of him there was a milky white stream that folded into several large and small zigzags, flowing quietly. In the not-so-strong sunlight, Blake could even smell a faint milky scent.