"Feng Xiao, the survivor of the Fakhl family has arrived." Lu Ying quietly announced to her that the old man's beard and hair were all white, and he described it as withered, but his eyes looked particularly vibrant.

"Then let her in." Feng Chick commanded, but found that Lu Ying was unmoved.

"What, teacher? At this juncture, what doubts do you have? She couldn't help but ask.

"I know what you've been thinking all along." Staring into her eyes, Lu Ying nodded and said slowly. "The conspiracy family is left with only one seedling, but it is not necessarily the most difficult to deal with. It was only a few days after Zoroaster came to Itong, and they built a base on the planet Kratos, and the Kezmians were cornered after such a catastrophe of extermination, and they were afraid that they could do any bad karma......"

"Teacher, what exactly are you trying to express?" Ying Fengxiao couldn't help but smile when she heard this.

"Samir. Fakhle's intention for this trip is by no means simple, she has launched a strategy before she has a firm foothold in Yitong, on the one hand, she sent people to Falkus to contact the major ancestral halls of the Yu Union, but she ran here alone to ask to meet you, she did not look for your father and uncle, but she first targeted you, I don't think you think it is because you are also a woman, right? "Lu Ying. Colin raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing at his student.

"Why not?" Ying Feng chuckled. "I'm the only one in the boat people's organization who will open the door and listen to what they have to say, and if she's as smart as you say, this meeting will not be in vain."

"But Feng Xiao, have you ever thought about Jiake? His efforts have kept the Returners on the Silver Alliance's list of 'not threatening' aliens, while you have to meet privately with their hostile forces. Lu Ying questioned her.

"What my father thinks is his business, and since he has put half of the ships and people in my hands, it is certainly my own responsibility to choose what future for them and ultimately obtain it." Ying Feng Xiao made a face, she was not afraid to tell the truth in her heart to her teacher, and Lu Ying. Colin has been by her side for many years, and I have to say that in some points of view, the two have a similar fit.

"If you really decide to do it, then do it." Lu Ying really stopped consoling. "But you should be able to anticipate your father's reaction, Feng Xiao, he and Jiabin are the two cornerstones of the boat people's old traditions, and if you want to make a radical change, it probably won't work in front of them." Lu Ying reminded his students.

"I have a different perspective on what the teacher said." Ying Fengxiao shook her head slightly, turned her eyes back to the hatch, and Lu Ying sighed and walked out of the door. Moments later, Samir, dressed in a sari and veiled face. Fakhl had already appeared in the cabin, she walked slowly and lightly, looking at the master here, her eyes were crystal clear, as if she was carefully looking at and speculating on Ying Fengxiao.

"The long way home, pay tribute to the immortals of the past." Samir bowed and bowed slightly, while Ying Fengxiao soothed softly, spreading her palms from the inside out, and saluted her back.

"When we first met, I was the Special Diplomatic Envoy of the Republic of Kezmia, Samir. Fakhle. The comer respectfully said to Ying Feng Chick.

"Diplomatic envoys? I thought you had become the queen of your people. Ying Fengxiao looked at her strangely.

"The Republic will hold a tribal vote after settling down in the Itong system, and another Sage of our country will be elected to rule over all of the people in the name of the Holy Spirit." Samir lowered his eyelids and said slowly.

"Oh? Voting instead of hereditary? This is somewhat similar to the rules of my people. Ying Fengxiao couldn't help but say, the Fakhl family, which has a strong position at the pinnacle of the race, is willful to be left by his family with the right to operate for many years? Maybe the so-called vote was just a façade, and the only remaining Fakhl was just a diplomat? She didn't believe it in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

"As you can see, I am not a Sage, and therefore am not qualified to lead my people." Samir seemed to guess her thoughts, so he gave a straightforward explanation.

"It's hard to be a Sage?" Ying Fengxiao asked.

"Yes, it would take years of learning and a perfect interpretation of the Qur'an, and most importantly, a series of tribulations and challenges of the Church of the Cause." Samir replied.

"So, how many sages are there in the nobility?" Ying Fengxiao continued to ask with some curiosity.

"Not much." Samir said softly. "Since the death of my father, there has not been a single saint of the Divine Cult in the Republic."

"So you have to choose from the Yinmeng territory? Let a fellow citizen who refuses to share your suffering be your leader? That's a strange rule. Ying Fengxiao was surprised.

"It is our tradition that whoever rules the people must be the Holy One chosen by Allah, and we do not intend to turn our backs." After saying this, Samir raised his eyes and met Ying Fengxiao's eyes.

"Just as the nobles made an oath never to set foot on the surface of the earth." She said softly.

"It seems that our two races have an inextricable shackle of faith with each other." Ying Fengxiao smiled.

"Yes, the rules set by our ancestors, no matter how unreasonable they may be, are iron laws that you and I must abide by." Samir's words suddenly turned stiff, and such a reversal of tone made Ying Fengxiao a little unhappy in his heart.

"Diplomatic rhetoric aside, what is the purpose of your visit today?" She asked Samir.

"I want to meet you." Samir seemed to think for a moment before he spoke.

"Just to see me?" Ying Fengxiao smiled. "Is it a routine visit as a new neighbor? You know that the boat people have no real territory, and although we have been in Itong for a long time, we are not the masters of this galaxy. If the visit is for political purposes, the ancestral hall of the Feather Union and the garrison of the Silver Alliance are the official 'residents' of their constitutional regulations, and we are nothing more than a bunch of scavengers and beggars. She winked at Sameer, the smile lines at the corners of her eyes folded into a delicate self-deprecation.

"It's not a guest to see the Lord, and there is no political purpose, I'm just here to see you with my own eyes." Samir twirled his cheeks with his fingers, removing the veil that was blocking his face. "And so that you can see me with your own eyes." She lightly opened her lips and smiled slightly, revealing her perfect true face after lifting the veil, and the eyes that could only speak just now seemed to be flowing with moving poetry under the complete beauty.