As a member of the Foreign Office, I was well aware that Captain Polk's invitation was only for social etiquette – like the common question when two acquaintances meet, "Have you eaten?" "It's not like inviting you to his house for dinner.

Besides, the captain is very busy, especially when jumping, and he needs to pay extra attention. We're all in the way on the bridge—and there's not much to see.

So it was clear to me that I shouldn't go to the bridge to watch the ship jump.

Humphrey shouldn't either.

But it's not up to me to refuse, Humphrey will decline the invitation on our behalf.

Will Humphrey?

Of course, as an old man in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it is impossible for him not to be unaware of the rules.

But what I didn't expect was that this time, Humphrey surprisingly didn't refuse. He accepted Captain Polk's invitation with great interest, and grabbed Captain Polk's hand and shook it vigorously.

At first I was a little surprised, surprised that Humphrey would break the mold, but I quickly understood.

Humphrey had worked in the Foreign Office for more than thirty years, just as it was my first time aboard such a high-class ship, and this was his first mission as head of mission. In the past, he may have been the same as me, because of the polite refusal of the leader of the team, he had not been on the bridge of the starship once, and this time, he wanted to make up for the shortcomings of the past.

And next time - God knows when the next time you will be invited.

So he threw the etiquette out of the way, believing that since Captain Polk had sent the invitation, he would be ready to accept it.

Clearly, Humphrey's self-righteous assumptions were wrong. I noticed that when he accepted the invitation, Captain Polk's face immediately fell.

However, Captain Polk was apparently a well-mannered man, and his face immediately returned to normal, and he smiled and asked if anyone else in the cabin would like to go.

Humphrey took the lead, and a few more people stood up. And I had to stand up under Humphrey's enthusiasm.

So, five minutes before the jump, Humphrey, I, and three others who were interested in the jump, or the ship's bridge, came to the bridge.

The captain made a "please" gesture to us at the door of the bridge and welcomed us quickly and politely. Then, without any polite greetings, he was preoccupied with the preparations for the jump.

Humphrey apparently understood what he meant, but he did not care, and instead walked up and down the bridge with great interest, occasionally looking down at the work of the crew.

I wasn't as ostentatious as Humphrey, and as soon as I entered the bridge, I walked to a corner where I had a good view of the bridge without disturbing the crowd.

Actually, there really isn't much to see on the bridge.

The bridge of the Ameriga is fairly simple. Two rows of consoles with monitors arc around the main console. The main console is a slightly above floor platform for the captain or crew on duty to supervise and operate, and there is a large display screen more than half a person high to display information and external images. However, since the spacecraft is not in space at the moment, this display is not turned on.

At a glance, I understood all about the ship. At this point, I leaned my back against the inner wall of the spaceship and closed my eyes slightly.

I was thinking about what gifts I would bring to my family when I arrived in Medava.

It shouldn't take a day to sign the contract, so that means I have two days to visit the star of Medhava.

Medava is a green planet with forests covering 60% of the total area. Medawa means forest in the language of the Medawa people. Of course, the most abundant products there are fruits, flora and fauna.

The Federation doesn't need their fruit, though.

Because humans can't eat their fruit.

The billions of tons of fruit that the Federation imports from Medawa every year end up in the incinerator.

And the animals of the Medava Star - if you don't want to be caught by a five-meter-tall Medawa saber-toothed tiger or a one-meter-tall Medawa lynx while walking on the road, I think you will definitely vote against importing Medava.

In the end, I set my sights on the spar.

This is also the item we want to purchase when we go to sign the contract this time.

Spar is a substance with a high degree of energy.

Its position in federal energy is the same as the status of oil in the national economy and people's livelihood on the earth a thousand years ago. Without hedrons, the Soldier's weapons will be unusable, and cars and ships will not be able to be activated.

The quality of the hedron produced by Medawa is so high that it can even be used without processing.

The people of Medava are well aware of the importance of hedras to the Federation, so they export the hedron while blackmailing the Federation to import a specified amount of other resources from Medava, such as fruits.

Of course, this caused the trade deficit between the Federation and Medava to widen sharply, but due to Medhava's strong strength, the Federation was basically helpless except to increase its efforts to find spars on other planets.

My fiancé, Tang Zheng, is an officer in the Federal Defense Forces. A few months ago, he complained to me that his hexon quota for his hoplite infantry company had been reduced by one-tenth due to the Medawa people raising the price of hedron exports again, and even their daily training had been affected.

I figured that if I could buy a few hedrons to take home, Mewen would be happy.

I was thinking this when I suddenly heard Captain Polk's voice coming from the megaphone overhead.

"Attention, attention! The ship will make a jump in ten seconds, so please fasten your seatbelts. ”

Then there was a slow countdown.

I hurriedly opened my eyes, sat down on an empty chair in the bridge, and fastened my seatbelt.

As the countdown sounded to zero, I felt a kick in my spine.

The bridge was plunged into darkness, with only a few displays still lit.

I turned my head to look at the console, and saw Captain Polk's face glowing with blue light on the screen.

Then, the ship shook violently.

I knew this was a normal occurrence of jumps, but I was still worried about the ship falling apart.

"I hope there are no Russians among the ship's maintenance staff."

I prayed.

Minutes ticked by, and thankfully the fear didn't last long—maybe just three minutes. The ship stabilized, and the pattern of the starry sky outside changed.

I know the jump was successful.

The Ameliana moved silently for many light-years.