The Elphs, one of the subordinate races of the Federation, have been enlightened by the Federation since the Stone Age, and joined the Federation in the late Space Age. Unlike most of the subordinate races, the Elphs are physically unfit for production, but they are unsurpassed in their artistic and cultural attainments.

Especially music and sculpture.

However, their civilization is as weak as their weak bodies. It is said that a tragic tragedy later occurred that led to the extinction of their population. The Earth Federation sent starships to the rescue, but in the end, all that was left was the planet that was a treasure trove of art, and the murals that recorded the last moments of the Elph civilization.

When the carved patterns on the arrows were unfolded into a flat holographic image, Jiang Feng, who was sitting on the office chair in the experimental area, reshaped the memories that had been turned into pieces and precipitated in the depths of his mind with the help of the deep memory retrieval function of the brain, and finally remembered where he had seen these textures.

It was the museum of Alpha B Centauri, on a mural of the Elphs. As for why I ended up in that kind of place, it was probably because of the school organization. The more trivial memory Jiang Feng did not let Zhi Brain continue to recover, but told it that it would be over here.

The pattern on this arrow is only a fragment of the mural.

But even then, it's remarkable.

The art of making all civilizations, and even all species, feel the existence of beauty in it, can be said to be the specialty of the Elph people. It's not impossible that the natives of an unknown galaxy will be able to comprehend cosmic art and match it so well with art that already exists, but it's definitely negligible.

"The art of the Elphs, why is it here?" Leaning back in his chair, Jiang Feng fell into deep thought, staring at the pattern on the holographic screen and muttering to himself, "Coincidence? Or is it because of some inevitable connection? ”

After thinking about it for a long time and not being able to come up with a reason, Jiang Feng shook his head and decided to put this matter aside for the time being.

Now he knows too little information, just relying on the corner of the mural, if he wants to trace the whole incident to the source, let alone the brain, even the tachyon computer of the Special Projects Research Institute cannot do it.

He would also stay on the planet for a long time, with plenty of time to gather everything about the natives to satisfy his curiosity.

……

The inhabitants of the forest don't seem to like their neighbors, and the two sides haven't crossed paths since the last "one-shot appointment".

Even if Jiang Feng had the heart to contact them and learn about their secrets, if he was turned away from the beginning, even he would have no better way.

Contact with the Aboriginal people is put aside beforehand.

Because he was forbidden to enter the territory of the Aboriginal people, the Long Arm could only search the southern tip of the island. Although I have caught five monkeys these days, it is not as easy to find the traces of these little ones as it was a few days ago.

It is worth mentioning here why there are so many species in the forest, and Jiang Feng chose monkeys as the object of enlightenment.

First of all, the aesthetics of the Federation also made him not interested in ordering an earthworm or grasshopper.

Secondly, the cost of modifying the brain domain and the genes related to the brain domain is dozens of times that of modifying muscles and bones. This also means that the amount of cultivation fluid and energy required to transform a non-primate lizard into a talking lizard man may be enough for Jiang Feng to transform dozens of monkeys.

But it doesn't matter, the reserves of nutrient and tissue culture solutions for cultivating genetically improved species have bottomed out, and it is quite a hassle to prepare this thing. At this stage, the Samun is enough, and the population base of the tribe has also risen, so the task of creating more Samon will be handed over to the Samuns themselves, and they will solve it in the most primitive way.

These days, the Samuns are busy building houses and building people, while Jiang Feng is holding a prospector and searching along the edge of the territory.

The iron ore veins at Captain Agris's tomb are too low and are no longer suitable for mining because they are now used as a treasury for the Samun tribe. The Samun tribe needed more ironware, and his workshop needed more materials.

The search for new veins has become an urgent matter.

Walking around the edge of the territory, Jiang Feng returned to the rocky beach where he had last encountered the aborigines, looked at the arrow stuck in the tree not far away, retrieved the map stored in Zhi's brain, and silently made a mark here.

Although these aborigines are xenophobic, they are unexpectedly generous in the land, and they actually contract the entire southern tip of Crocodile Island to him. Jiang Feng speculated that it might be because the aborigines thought of themselves as something called "wizards". And they're quite jealous of this kind of thing.

When you hear this name, most of them are only. The product of the psychologist.

Anyway, thanks to this beautiful misunderstanding, the two sides can be safe until now.

At this moment, Jiang Feng felt a hint of hostility and was quietly approaching from the shadows under the jungle, and almost at the same time, the alert sound of Zhi Brain sounded in his head.

Silently touching the Galaxy K1 on his waist, his index finger flicked the safe, Jiang Feng looked at the forest across the river and rocky beach, and showed a smile that he thought was friendly.

"I know you're there, you don't have to be so nervous."

The hostility has not faded.

Jiang Feng shrugged his shoulders and after scanning the distribution of minerals in this area, he turned around and left.

Under the shadow of the forest, the dark green arrows of quenching poison slowly pressed down, and under the long pale golden hair, there were eyes full of suspicion and hostility.

The white-tailed quarrel, perched on Leia Donglu's shoulder, was pecking at its wings, and when it saw its master looking at her, she shook its feathers vividly.

Lowering her head, Leia's thin lips moved slightly.

"Go back and tell your father that the wizard is close to the forest today, but he hasn't crossed the line......"

With a short yellow-brown beak, the white-tailed bunfish flapped its wings and flew away, and Leia Winterdew put away her short bow.

Sapphire starry eyes stared at the forest across the rocky beach, her form gradually melting into the shadows of the jungle......

Returning to the tribe with the prospector, Jiang Feng was about to bring the collected data back to the shelter and analyze the distribution of minerals in this area through gravitational wave resonance images, but at this moment, he suddenly found that Silver Beard and Long Arm were running towards him with an anxious face.

Slightly stunned, realizing that something serious might have happened, Jiang Feng hurriedly asked.

"What happened?"

The long arm pointed to the wooden house in the middle of the tribe, and reported to Jiang Feng with an anxious expression.

"There, White King, has fallen."