When Brant finally discovered that the frivolous witticisms and complaints of the pilot of the Starman, the tuba, were entirely the result of his own subjective consciousness, he was shocked at what he had perceived, and said to the master who had so cruelly snatched one of his eyes before he did it: "All the waits of the boatmen will be rewarded one day." "There's a whole new definition.

"Lancelot. Cuckoo. The voice called him again.

"Please call me Brandt, my lord, this is the villain's official name and registered in the Badminton Federation."

"As you wish, Brant, then you don't need to call me a 'grown' in the future, and you can start here, despising Arthur." The voice said majestically.

Brandt struck in his heart when he heard this, his name was Lancelot, and the other party was suddenly called Arthur, could this still be his real name?

"Then Arthur ......"

"After thinking about it, it's better to add adults to listen more comfortably." The voice immediately interrupted him.

"So, Lord Arthur, you suddenly woke up from a long slumber this time, and there must be something important about life and death to be announced at the round table?" Brant asked humbly.

"Life and death are major events, hehe, it is no exaggeration to describe the truth in this way, the life and death of 20,000 people and the survival of the entire Falkus, is this a big event?" Master Arthur sounded a little smug.

"The life and death of 20,000 people? Which 20,000 people? Brandt was startled when he heard this,

"The 20,000 people on the Four Seasons were kidnapped by the Returnee Branch." Master Arthur replied.

"Oh...... How could the Four Seasons really be hijacked by the Homecomings? And as far as I know, the Four Seasons isn't on Folkus either? As long as he wasn't among those 20,000, Brandt had to breathe a sigh of relief. But he didn't understand what the other party meant, as the only operation station of the Sea of Death in Forkus, he had already set up a tight and reliable line of heaven and earth according to Malcolm's wishes. Most of the star coins and the money earned in the shop that Malcolm gave every time were used to pay off the unrewarded wages of the so-called eyeliner who only took money and didn't have to work, but unless they were collectively suffering from eye disease, and no one reported to him about such a large giant spaceship entering the atmosphere of Falkus, the so-called advice that money can be exchanged for loyalty is complete bullshit!

"The Four Seasons and those hijackers are almost there, and it's their vanguard who are out there fighting the Silver Alliance's stupid ping-pong." Arthur told Brandt.

"Coming with the Four Seasons, fighting with the special brigade, the boatmen branch, winning the phoenix, they are planning to occupy Falkus?" At this time, Brant remembered one of his eyeliner, the crazy things that the leper junior surnamed Zhou in the north had said to him a few days ago. Said that the boat people return to the way of the faction is now the winner of the only daughter in charge, this woman is wide and heavy, one arm is a thousand strength, she has countless faces, and the kung fu in bed is even better, in a move to subdue the Guan Gong Ancestral Hall Wusheng Liu Xingfu issued a grand wish, to occupy Falkus in his lifetime, and use this as a stronghold from now on to attack the city and plunder the land, to become the queen of the entire galaxy......

"The occupation of Falkus by the Homecoming faction has been a long-planned plan, and to that end we have placed a lot of clerks everywhere to do a lot of work." Master Arthur suddenly began to tell Brant a shocking secret. "Their previous generation of kings was a useless waste, with an extremely smart mind but only thinking about escaping the world and seeking peace, but now Ying Fengxiao is obviously the person we desperately need."

Master Arthur's words puzzled Brant, and he boldly took a few steps closer to the box, his eyes fixed on the thin line that had not fluctuated at this moment.

"So it's an ongoing, arranged plan." Brant said. "Since the hostages of the Four Seasons are only taken so that the Silver Alliance military can be trapped, then how can the two sides hurt these hostages, in my opinion, they should be safe no matter what."

"Originally, we thought the same way, but among these Yinmeng boys, there are also unimaginable talents." The voiceprint throbbed, and Master Arthur seemed to sigh.

……

Under the scorching sun and the sand sea, Brant was speeding towards the northwest of Qingdao Port in a sand car with a broken door that could not even be closed tightly.

The steaming heat made him sweat like pulp at the moment, and the sweat on his head and face made his long hair cling to his head and eyelids, so he only pulled up his hair as he had done before.

He drove the car intently, a new prosthetic eye flashing with fine light, scanning and analyzing the data in detail and accurately, and the feedback information of the sand and stone structure, compactness and force in front of him, appeared like a stream of water under the field of vision of his prosthetic eye.

The complicated information and data interfered with Brant's attention, and the air flow at the bottom of the sand car blew away a sandbag that should have been avoided, which suddenly made the surroundings seem to detonate a dust bomb, and the fine wild sand poured straight into the gap in the car door, and Brant coughed repeatedly.

"Lord Arthur, I have a rough idea of the direction, but can you not be so dangling in the eyes of people? It's easy to get distracted, and I can't tell the road conditions at any time, and I plunge into the quicksand. He couldn't help but complain.

At this moment, a flat dialogue window popped up below his horizon, and the Arthur who was far away a dozen galaxies typed into his mind through this new prosthetic eye.

"I don't think it's a good idea, if you don't give you information about the environment, maybe you'll be buried in the sand halfway through." Its Chinese characters are typing fast.

"Okay, you've lived so much longer than me, how could you be wrong to listen to you." Brant was reluctant to tell at this time, but his heart was flooded with bitterness.

How did he know that when this Lord Arthur told him in a divine way: Don't worry, I will be with you all the way, that's what he meant.

The seemingly inconspicuous 'Marceau Generation' star mapper turned out to be an incredible physical printer! Taking advantage of the versatility of ethyl titanium in electronics, it smacked off in less than a minute to print a new prosthetic eye for him to wear.

And now, Brant was bent on getting to his damn destination as quickly as possible, and getting the immortal done with his mission as soon as possible, so that he could hide under the bed of his own comfortable cabin, and wait for the messy battle to end. And after that, it doesn't matter if it is the corrupt Silver League Security Committee or the countless heads of Wu Zetian who controls this unlucky planet, it has nothing to do with him.

He considers himself nothing more than a pawn to be sacrificed at any time, and after choosing his allegiance at the beginning, everything is left to fate; The only thing to talk about is to live like you want to live and do what you want to do before those invisible big hands grasp yourself and push forward into the unknown.