The ship port is located in Errems. On the top deck of the John Space Station, led by Robert, everyone arrived at the special berth of the government of B, where a brand-new Yinmeng Fuxi-class ship shone with a unique glow of acetytitanium, with an intricately carved kraken ornament on the bow and the ship's name written in Chinese cursive calligraphy: The New Apostle.

Since he had been subscribing to the ship journal for a long time since a few years ago, Jonny was familiar with this popular trend brought about by the Falkus merchant ships of the Itong Galaxy, and he knew that although the living conditions of the people of Falkus had not improved significantly since Wen Zhong rescued the chairman of the Silver Alliance, due to the fact that they belonged to the same family, the status of the yellow-skinned people in the Martial Emperor Galaxy was better than that of Tim. The Lane era took a drastic turn for the worse.

It is clear that the culture of the Feather People now has a certain place in the hearts of many young people, which can only be seen from the fact that this government ship built according to diplomatic-grade standards is written in Chinese characters. With Skaya at the helm, perhaps this good momentum will continue.

The information that Jonny reads is very varied, and even the articles on political analysis are very diverse, and he knows very well that Helen has read a lot of information. The flowers of the age of Art are in full bloom, to Tim. In the Lane era, the Italians, who were always at odds with the allied military during their time in power, had no shortage of economic management experts, and Robert's future political career was undoubtedly qualitatively changed when he became a member of the current cabinet.

Maybe he really has a commendable political energy? Abandoning the shackles of his family and climbing upwards with one mind, his current cold-faced pretense not only hurts Joanna, but also chills his heart, is he preparing for the next ambition in advance?

Jonny wasn't sure about his reasoning, but he had to admit that the unlikable but still heartwarming Robert of the past had disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a politician who completely hid himself from smiling, and because he could no longer guess the other party's heart, his every move seemed to Jonny to have questionable motives.

The dedicated berth was undisturbed, and the group followed Robert all the way to a stop in front of the New Apostle, and most of them looked up to inspect the ship, which was several times larger than the Starmang. Robert beckoned the crew to lower the boarding deck and made a respectful gesture, but Malcolm was unmoved.

"I don't have that hobby, I never go into other people's ships." The leather-clad man shook his head at him, his expression visibly wary.

"Then I will take your reward and give it to you." Robert was quick to respond.

"Why don't you take it with you? You know I'm going to follow you here? Malcolm was even more skeptical.

"I roughly estimated that this was the case, and I would have liked to ask you to come on board and talk about the details of what happened." Robert said.

"There's nothing going on, ask your son-in-law for the specific situation." Malcolm said coldly. "I did what you couldn't do, and you paid me out of gratitude, and I don't think there's any need for any more intersection."

Malcolm was a little unkind at the moment, and he deliberately embarrassed Robert, so that Connell on the side. Clark wanted to step up and help the round, but before he could say anything, Robert had already done it.

"Then that's it, please wait here." He turned to board the ship, leaving Malcolm and the embarrassed old Clark staring at each other.

"Ahem, although I have already done such a thing on the ship, I still want to thank you again for saving me and Xiao'er from the tiger's mouth." Cornell coughed and said something, but was choked by the other party's words.

"You want to pay 150,000 Star Coins too?" Malcolm grinned at him and turned to the droid to command.

"With a little snack, this kid's head daddy doesn't seem to be a good stubble." In order to prevent everyone from hearing it, he kept his voice low, but the tuba immediately betrayed him with a loud voice.

"Isn't the chief of staff good at stubble? Really? But I think he's a little funny. "The robot swept its eyes to the New Apostle, and then shone on Jonny." The father and son duo reminded me of a guy I knew from the past...... But my recent analysis has become very uncertain, perhaps because of the ...... of hair color."

"Don't talk nonsense, you have a faulty spectrometer, and the two of them have different hair colors, and if you want to say that the color is the same, the father and son we saved may make you feel more emotional......" Malcolm frowned and shook his head.

"I'm not blonde, benefactor, I'm light brown, a little fruit yellow at best." Hearing this, Cornell hurriedly defended, and because he was officially exempted from 150,000 star coins, he even changed Malcolm's title. "My child and I have different hair types and colors, and he is more like he inherited his mother's genes, and there are more than just hair, such as sensitive, melancholy, impulsiveness, and so on."

"Don't be too modest, old man." When Roger heard this, he immediately said he would quit. "Don't talk about anything else, the knife and axe won't hurt the slightest, my face must be the ...... you have passed down from you."

"Isn't that right?" Cornell immediately agreed. "But your eyes really look too much like your mother." He suddenly became sad, which made Roger quickly shut his mouth.

"Well, I'm a complete defeat to your pair of living treasures." Malcolm had so much that he had forgotten the point of connell, and even his mind was relieved, and by this time Robert had returned from the ship, and he already had an extra bag in his hand.

"Your Star Coins." He tossed the bag to Malcolm, who opened it and examined it.

"Johnny, I have to say that your old man is quite creditable." He complimented Robert, and Jonny smiled noncommittally at him.

"When it comes to credit, we have to talk about it." Malcolm faced Jonny and squeezed a smile out of his face, and he smiled so hard that the laugh lines and fat gathered together.

"I said earlier that I was going to pass that trouble on to you, and now that the money is cleared, it's time to make the promise." Malcolm gestured to tuba, but the robot didn't move.