"These Kezmians...... Where are they going to take us? Roger asked Cornell and Jonny at the same time, pointing to the fading stars outside the window, but the two most learned scholars he knew obviously couldn't answer.

"In short, it won't be the Martial Emperor Galaxy." Cornell muttered.

"Well, the Banchalt government's hard-line actions have caused this trouble, and they have turned the millions of brown-skinned people of Zoroaster into a complete gang of lawless pirates! God knows what they're going to do about it, I mean...... Whether they were hostages or martyrs is still unknown, tell me about it...... Are we going to be ......" Roger wiped his finger on his neck.

"Nonsense." Cornell shook his head desperately.

"The resentment of the 200,000 victims, and hatred will blind people!" Roger tried to remind his father.

"It's impossible, if that's the case, they would have done it a long time ago, why would they let us go down the mountain." Cornell refused.

"It's the only way to get rid of the hatred by doing it yourself." Roger continued to analyze.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Old Clark's face grew paler.

"It shouldn't be for pure revenge." At this point, Jonny felt the need to interrupt the absurd drama of his son's intimidation of Lao Tzu.

"In the hostage incident a few years ago, it was reported that the Kezmians had a small armed fleet and that they had just boarded a group of boat people, and perhaps the two forces expelled and abandoned by the Silver Alliance have finally united in the near future." He speculated.

"Why the boat people? The feathered people of Falkus are also yellow-skinned, and they have the same feathered human voice, wasn't it the same when you first entered Newton? Are you a boat dweller too? Roger pouted in disagreement.

"Clothing." Jonny had to tell him.

"You mean it's too dirty? I think most of them look pretty clean. The blonde continued to pout.

"It's not old and new and clean, it's style." Jonny continued. "Although the Badminton Union is independent, it is still within the economic circle of the Union, and chain companies such as Rush and Haolejia are also everywhere in Folkus, so it is impossible for the people there to still wear clothes with obvious characteristics of the federal period."

"I didn't expect you to even understand this." Roger rolled his eyes. "But maybe it's retro fashion, maybe it's cultural resistance, who knows, JFK, if it's really what you say, Josh. A skeleton party like Peck couldn't do anything like annihilating an entire Silver Alliance convoy. He changed his mouth to a pout, apparently not convinced by Jonny.

"First of all, the style of clothing has nothing to do with culture, it is just the influence of economic and trade and business circles to create popularity, the improvement of economy and comfort, and the improvement of performance and materials." Jonny said.

"And those boat people aren't the Skull Parties." He added.

"And what can they be? In terms of numbers and means, the Ghost Riders are below them, and I don't believe that the shameless pirates who steal chickens and dogs and specialize in vacuum burials can attack the Four Seasons. Roger threw out his own opinion.

"I'm afraid the Skull Party can't either." Jonny looked the other man in the eye.

"You mean...... You mean...... What the hell, ......" Roger stared at Jonny in surprise, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

The door of the suite opened directly after this, and Charlie 23, a humanoid robot waiter, walked in, dressed in a satin dress ironed smooth and smooth, with a warm smile on his face, and bowed deeply to the three of them after entering the door, with the same attitude as before.

"Good evening, I've been waiting a long time for my new master to invite the three of you to an unnamed party, please follow my instructions." The robot smiled innocently, as if it was happy for the three people in front of it from the bottom of its heart.

……

On the rooftop of the Aegean Ramses, most of the hundreds of Four Seasons visitors who were brought here were terrified, they sat or stood, at a loss, completely unaware of the purpose of being brought here, and around them, the Ramses seemed to be as lively as ever.

Strange rockeries, towering palms, and an artificial stream are flowing nearby, and the sound of the sound is floating on the side, but you can't tell where the source of the sound is.

In the center of the rooftop, a variety of exquisite and sumptuous delicacies are displayed on the buffet table for visitors to take at will, and several robot waiters are waiting in the wine bar, mixing fragrant eggnog and pangqu, filling the air with a slightly drunken atmosphere.

Although they had been hungry all day, none of the hundreds of trembling tourists on the rooftop dared to come forward to get food. There was silence all around, except for heavy breathing and desperate efforts to suppress the inaudible sobbing sound.

In the rooftop performance area, a dozen Kezmian jugglers, still dressed in yellow costumes, are standing with their arms crossed, and in the middle of them is the rugged man they had seen in the holographic video of the Hologram maître d'Gregor. He had a thick, well-groomed beard, was taller than the average Kezmian, had dense body hair everywhere his skin was exposed, and he had broad shoulders and a round waist, and his muscles were knotted, and he looked like a Barekas who was one size smaller.

Faced with the hundreds of frightened and confused eyes of the visitors on the platform, most of the jugglers were expressionless and responded with indifference, but Jonny could see a smile of relief in their eyes. What makes it all the more ironic that they were once just a tool for amusement, but now they are on top of the situation and are in charge of the fate of others.

"Rest easy, everyone, before everyone comes, please enjoy some food." Arthur the Kezmian spoke suddenly after a moment of silence.

No one said a word, or made a gesture in response, and the tempting pastries and chocolate fountains on the buffet table in front of him immediately became suspicious after his words, and the gathering of tourists for a symbolic party was to poison the whole ship in batches?

Someone's face has been changing color, whispering to pass the doubts in their hearts like a plague, people can't help but move their feet, not to the table but to the panic away, but at this time one person in the crowd jumped out, this person was pale and hesitant, but his eyes were shining, he didn't go to the dining table but went straight to the bar, reached out and took out a few star coins from his pocket and slapped them on the table, his face began to be rosy and his expression returned to normal, his voice was like a rainbow, and his voice was crisp.

"A glass of gin! Two pieces of ice, plus a sour olive. "Cornell. Clark shouted to the robot attendant. "It's about the goods at the bottom of the box, not the kind of shoddy stuff that cheats one-way customers......" he added, lowering his voice.

"Your request has always been our pleasure, Mr. Clark." The robot responded to Cornell familiarly, and quickly poured wine with ice cubes in his hand to squeeze olives.