Originating from a planet in the Andromeda Seema Galaxy, the Rufmont people advocate military dictatorship, have a strong ethos of iron and blood, and after several technological explosions, as well as many foreign conquests, expand their territory, and finally enter the ranks of advanced civilizations.

Unfortunately, fate played a huge joke, and one day, a nightmarish being descended and destroyed the homeland of the Rufmont tribe, along with the surrounding star fields, into nothingness.

"Everybody's dead...... Except for one tribe who happened to be out, they survived, but lost their home and could only live a life of displacement. ”

Said the blue-skinned Rufmund child, who was sitting in a bar in the quarters, his eyes filled with deep sadness.

His name is Kirk, and his father is a miner in the Void Land, who died in a mining accident many years ago, and with his ability to repair energy supply equipment and his own cleverness, this lonely child barely survived in the bottom mines.

"I occasionally act as a guide for outsiders, there are no laws, it's chaotic, I know the intermediaries in the trading centers, and the black marketeers who buy illegal goods."

Kirk looked at Sean, who was sitting opposite, listening carefully, and solemnly promised: "Sir, I can help you with whatever you want to buy or sell." ”

"I'd like to ask for some news."

Sean smiled slightly.

He had a good impression of this Rufmund child, who was clever and sensible, unlike ordinary miners living in the bottom mines, who only knew how to treat outsiders as fat sheep and could not distinguish the situation.

Every year, there are indeed some rookie mercenaries, or ignorant newcomers who are excited to go to space after listening to a few adventure stories, wanting to see a different world and experience an exciting life.

Most of them end up being either cheated by black market merchants and signed a lifelong slave contract, or they are sacked by miners and displaced people, and even worse, their body organs are harvested and sold to some perverted doctors with special purposes.

It's a pity that those miners were unlucky, and this time they met Sean, and they also treated this young man who had devastated Sanos as a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

"You're not like those miners who are stingy, I'm not a stingy person, as long as you can give me satisfactory news."

Sean beckoned, and a green-skinned Zehouberry brought a steaming kebab steak and pushed it over to signal Kirk to enjoy it.

Kirk glanced at Sean cautiously, as if he couldn't believe that the guests he usually met would not have such a friendly attitude.

It's already good to be able to pay yourself what you deserve, and where will you order something for yourself to eat.

Ignorance and ignorance, there are three religions and nine streams, dragons and snakes are mixed, there are all kinds of people, and the only thing that does not exist is the good people who are kind.

This is a lesson that Kirk has kept in mind for many years, pie often does not fall from the sky, and if there is, it must be wrapped in deadly poison.

"When you're full, you have the strength to help me run errands."

Sean said calmly.

He didn't know much about Ignorance, let alone where Star-Lord was at the moment.

Instead of wandering around like a headless fly, it's better to ask for information and learn enough information before deciding what to do next.

Kirk was stunned, thinking of the other party's indifferent ruthless methods of taking away dozens of miners, how could he not be connected with this gentle face.

"Thank you, sir."

After thanking him sincerely, Kirk took a bite of the fragrant kebab, he hadn't eaten real food in many days.

Relying only on those disgusting nutrient solutions to sustain the necessary food every day, Kirk almost forgot what it tasted like when it came to delicious meat.

"By the way, I'm curious about what the terrible creatures that destroyed your homeland are like."

Sean sipped a shallow sip of an amber liquid, an ignorant specialty drink that tasted similar to vodka, like a knife slitting his throat.

This strong drink, called "Wildfire", is very popular with mercenaries and space pirates, who believe that drinking "Dance of the Gods", a kind of red wine, is a sissy.

Real men should fight wildfires with others!

The highest record in this bar was set by an Aregus, the guy with a crocodile head, who drank twelve glasses in one go.

"I don't know...... Sir, I have never seen that terrible being, only that others call it ......"

Kirk paused as he feasted, his eyes revealing deep fear, and his weak body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"—Planet Eater."

Sean frowned slightly when he heard this name, and he couldn't help but think of a purple-haired girl who ran away from home.

Compared with the cute and cute, foodie like Ganata, her father is notorious, and he is as good as Thanos.

If you treat planets as food, wherever you pass, not a single grass grows, and all of them will turn into dead lands.

It can be called a cosmic natural disaster!

If it weren't for the activity cycle of the Planet Devourer, which far exceeded the existence time of normal civilizations, I am afraid that this ancient existence would become the public enemy of all life.

"Alright, I need you to inquire about someone."

Sean's mind drifted slightly, and then he returned to the point.

"His name is Peter Quayle, and his nickname is 'Star-Lord,' but most people may not have heard of it at all."

Kirk carefully noted that he knew several intelligence brokers who specialized in this kind of business.

From the various space pirate groups, the routes of large caravans, to the strategic secrets of the three empires, there are people selling them in the land of ignorance.

Intelligence brokers have always been a secret profession, often engaged in special identities and extensive contacts, not unique to ignorance.

The reason why this profession, which was not very light, is well known to the world is because of a famous event that can go down in history.

A thousand years ago, in the star field ruled by the Cree Empire, there was a newly discovered resource planet, and this news was sold for a shocking price of two billion at that time, and the identity of the buyer was unknown.

However, after that, Xander's fleet preemptively occupied the uninhabited resource planet, which should belong to the Xandar people according to the generally accepted principles of planetary colonization.

However, the Kree people, who have always been domineering, did not accept this and directly sank the Sandar fleet, and no one thought that this conflict would later evolve into an interstellar war that lasted for thousands of years.

To this day, some historians believe that the thousand-year-old blood feud between Sandar and the Kree Empire is entirely due to that piece of intelligence.

"By the way, help me keep an eye on a planet about Vormir."

Sean smiled, gulped down the wildfire in his cup, and whispered, "I'll be here for a while, and I hope you won't let me down." ”

Kirk nibbled on the last bit of kebab and nodded solemnly, "Sir, I'm sure I'll find the news you want to know." ”