Lilac had just returned from the engine room, unaware that Hitomi had come along, but was still dissatisfied with Arthur's accusations.

"You don't know how to drive, and you don't have a special seat here." It slammed into the road,

"I'm a member of the team, and so is she? You can't just let people into the cockpit, full stop. Do you understand? Arthur yelled at the fairy.

"I can leave." Hitomi hurriedly said.

"What's the use of leaving now, the secrets are all seen by you." The wolf-headed man dissatisfied.

"Secret?" The girl looked at the colorful lights flashing all over the room and asked puzzled.

"Sailing parameters, migration data, etc., I don't understand it when I tell you." Arthur crossed his arms in a big way.

"You know!" Lilac, who endured it for a long time, couldn't wait to give her teammates a slap.

"Little girl, how old are you?" Arthur asked.

"How old?" The girl did not understand.

"How old do I mean...... How many birthdays have passed, the year of Khand, the standard year? Arthur explained.

"The Misodayans don't have birthdays, and they don't count sunrises and sunsets, and it's insignificant ......when time is there," the girl replied.

"There's got to be a way to keep track of your age, right? Don't you have a concept of time? It's a strange folklore......" the wolf-headed man frowned.

"How old are you?" Hitomi looked at Arthur.

"Why are you asking me? But if you are looking for an example, I can tell you very clearly that I am Chinese New Year's Eve this year in standard years, which is about half the average life expectancy of a Barekas. ”

"Then so do I." Hitomi told Arthur.

"You're thirty-two too?" Arthur could barely believe his ears, and he looked up and down the succulent girl who was completely indistinguishable from any human he had ever seen, and he couldn't see anything of her age.

"Half of life, half of life, if that's the length of years, then I think yes, I've just stepped past them." Hitomi smiled, an elusive look in her eyes.

"Huh?" Arthur was surprised. "Then you charmers have a really short life." Thinking that the girl in front of him might only have a few years to live, he began to sympathize, and Hitomi kept smiling, which made Arthur, who was impressed by her incomparable charm, feel even more pity.

"You said you were going to the Itong system." The wolf-headed man asked. "Are there any relatives of yours there?"

"Maybe there is, maybe not, I don't know." Hitomi responded.

"But you know exactly which galaxy you're going to, huh? Don't you know what you're going to do? Arthur was surprised again.

"The raindrops fall to the ground for some reason, the water rushes to the ocean for some reason, I have a clear destination and a vague mission, and that's enough." Hitomi spoke softly, but she seemed extremely firm.

"I've heard this......" The wolf-headed man suddenly stared at Hitomi strangely. Our young master often throws out such stupid words that seem to be sages but are actually absurd. ”

"Those so-called stupid things of yours have saved everyone's lives! And more than once! Lilac, who was watching him check the data with Eddie, was finally unable to hold back, but his statement left Arthur unmoved.

"Speaking of which, if you don't look at your human appearance, just listen to the lyrics......" The wolf-headed man gestured to Hitomi's head with his hand, and pulled the lilac, which flickered its wings in anger to escape from his clutches.

"You're just another Ironclad Man...... I mean, it's the same as the one in the engine room......" He gestured to Hitomi as he gestured to the holographic screen as Add, who stared at the screen, and looked at each other as he gave him an inquiring look, and then smiled at the same time.

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The War Situation Report Room of the Military Commission is a small conference room with a small area for only a few dozen people to sit, but because it often holds high-level meetings of the Military Commission and the Silver Alliance, the statement has been widely circulated. It was dubbed the 'Chariot Ignition Key Room' by many well-wishers, and later they simply used 'the key' in the middle of their conversations to replace this very ordinary but meaningful room.

The debriefing room is located deep underground, in an inconspicuous corner on the thirty-sixth floor of the sixteenth-story Military Commission Building, which covers an astonishing area of the ground. At this moment, outside this room is standing a military police with loaded guns and ammunition, and the red light turned on by the soundproof force field flashes outside the metal door, and the military-grade force field protection makes this room isolated from the world, and any conversation in it is impossible for the outside world to know.

Chairman's Cabinet Chief of Staff Michael Brown. Haydn sat in the front row of the room, and beside him was the chairman of the Military Commission, Robert Haydn. Lu Delun, two vice chairmen Zhu Er. Greenras and Savage. Ahmed, as well as Shen Yuehe, chairman of the Security Committee.

The room was almost full, mostly sitting straight and in a military posture, all staring at the front of the room, where a young man in a military uniform was giving them a hologram explanation.

“…… The Homecomings, the largest branch of the boat people's organization, used to be the core of this illegal organization, and in fact these endless miscellaneous factions were once members of the Homecomings, and compared to the all-evil Skull Party and the moderated Ghost Riders of the boat people's organizations, the Homecoming Sect is almost the saint among them, and unlike the main Feather God beliefs of the other factions, they believe in the Feather God and worship the cyber leader Kubster hundreds of years ago, calling him the 'God of Craftsmen'......"

"...... members of the Homecoming faction never participate in piracy, and in addition to receiving regular donations from the Fourcos and some private donations, they also provide services such as minerals, disposal of space junk and ship repairs to the private sector or small and medium-sized enterprises of the JAG in exchange for in-kind remuneration, and of course, they sometimes loot uninhabited space stations and abandoned spaceships......

“…… Its technicians are extremely talented in the repair and modification of spacecraft, and they have become the most welcoming people in the various groups of the JAG Civil Space Racing......"

At the front of the debriefing room, Special Intelligence Officer Ethan. Daniels spoke slowly on the holographic image projected in front of him.

He played his own hologram to dozens of high-ranking officials of the military council, but as soon as he said this, his report was ignored by his immediate boss, Evan Brown. Frank interrupts.

"Ethan, let you report on the movements of the boat people on the border, instead of giving you a history lesson, talk about the main points, and don't be verbose about the front." The director of intelligence frowned impatiently at his subordinates, and his words were immediately drawn from the chairman of the Military Commission, Robert Brown, who was sitting in the front row. Lu Delun's attention, Lu Delun looked back at him expressionlessly, didn't say anything, and turned his head away.

"Yes, Director." Daniels was a little embarrassed, and his fingers flicked again and again, jumping the topic of the battle report to Evan. Frank speaks of 'the point'.