Every morning, old Peter would sit under the golden needle palm tree at the entrance of the town, drink a sip of local wine, and then look at the desert with dim and drunken eyes.

Occasionally, when he had drunk too much, he simply went to sleep, and the scorching sun shone on him, and swarms of flies flew around him, making him look like a dead man.

But most of the time, Old Peter preferred to sit in the sand and feed his Sharu, a hybrid between a hairyman and a Southern Cross, while scanning every living creature that passed through the town with his little dripping eyes.

His gaze was so obscene that everyone who passed by the town would not consciously clutch their purse.

At that time, old Peter would be very dissatisfied, and muttered to himself: "It is rude to treat an old man who is a good man with such an attitude......"

A gust of wind blew and rolled up large swaths of gravel, which in the sunlight stained the wind a golden yellow.

Old Peter instinctively waved his hand to block the wind and sand from entering his eyes, and then his hand stopped in the air.

In the golden wind, a few sparse figures appeared.

Instead of wearing the white robes peculiar to the desert planet, they wore an ancient trench coat on their bodies and no cloaks to cover the sun on their heads, so they walked all the way from the long sea of sand empty-handed.

The wind and sand blew past them, but not a grain of sand remained on them, and the scorching sun looked more like a lover's warm hand, and could not cause the slightest trouble.

Old Peter's eyes narrowed into a line.

"Outlander......" he muttered.

Even if you don't look at the clothes, just looking at the white skin of the other party does not look like it has been eroded by the wind and sand for a long time.

"Wang, Wang......" Shalu, who had a cross nose and looked like a Shar Pei with a short head and legs, but a long haired Shalu barked like a dog, but the next moment, as if it smelled some danger, it suddenly let out a whining cry, ran behind old Peter and did not dare to come out again.

A stranger in the distance had already approached, and a young man in an Armani trench coat bowed to Old Peter, and then said in the standard Tatooine local language: "Hello old sir, I have a few questions for you. ”

Old Peter looked at him with a cloudy gaze, and lowered his head to ignore him.

The young man smiled and took out an Imperial Coin and placed it in front of Old Peter.

Old Peter put away the money tremblingly: "A question." ”

The young man smiled, "I want to find a man named Obi King Kenobi, do you know where he lives?"

Hearing the name, old Peter put the money in his pocket and replied, "I don't know this man." ”

The young man pressed his hand on the money: "You haven't answered my question yet. ”

Old Peter impatiently pushed away the young man's hand: "I said, I don't know the person you are talking about, if you want to know anything, go to the Red Boat Tavern, as long as you can give those drunks a glass of fals/lun, you can get any news you want...... If there is such a person. ”

"Where's the Red Boat Tavern?"

"That's the second question!"

Another Imperial Coin was delivered to Old Peter.

Old Peter quickly collected the money: "Go in 200 meters, the most special building is." ”

"The most special building, what a special law?"

"That's the third question. ”

"Well, I think we can find it. Shen Yi shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the town with the others.

Looking at the other party's departing figure, Old Peter's cloudy gaze gradually became clearer, and even his originally rickety body gradually straightened up.

He stroked the pet beside him and muttered to himself, "Sharu, go tell Ben that there's another uninvited guest, and if I'm not mistaken, it should be the group of separatists who have made a lot of trouble in Crucgen." I've sent them to the Red Boat Tavern, and those drunks must be happy to get to the bottom of them. Other than that...... There was a woman with them, who looked like Ahsoka. ”

The long-haired dog let out a low growl, and its paws rolled wildly into the sand, burrowing into the sand and disappearing.

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Shen Yi quickly understood what kind of special law the so-called special building was.

Due to its location on a desert planet, Ankehead's architectural pattern is quite Middle Eastern style, with a kiln-like building made of local white stone, a semicircular dome and small arches, half on the ground and half underground, which can effectively protect against the invasion of wind and sand.

The Red Boat Tavern, however, is a special case.

It was a half-crashed ship, the outer walls of the ship were covered with rust due to its age, and in the sunlight, it glowed with a little metallic cold light, and an isolation hatch was the entrance to the tavern.

There are still some damaged turrets above the wine view, the weapons on them have been completely scrapped, from the model point of view, it belongs to a relatively old class of energy cannons, and it is a relatively low-level energy cannon in the city.

The interior of the ship has been transformed beyond recognition, and the originally enclosed cabin has been opened into a huge hall, and at the end of it is a long bar, and the six-armed Tucker bartender is dancing his arms to wipe the wine glasses - it holds a black, shiny rag in its hand, quickly wipes the wine glasses handed by the guests, and then pours a glass of green, viscous, I don't know what it is, and then sends it to the guests.

Dozens of square tables were placed in the hall, and some of them were different in appearance, alien beings from various populations were lying on their stomachs in front of the stage, and those drinks were all kinds of strange drinks, looking like everything.

The air was filled with the strange smell of alcohol, the smell of sweat, the smell of powder, and the smell of an unspeakable source, similar to that of a dead mouse, which mixed together as a strong antiseptic to seriously stimulate the senses of the visitor.

All kinds of clamor and merry singing were up and down in this tavern, and a group of drunken men were hooking each other's shoulders and not knowing what to say; several fellows dressed as warriors sat in a corner of the tavern, silently gazing at the plate of bansa beast's flesh in front of them, as if thinking about life; and several maids with wings and plates fluttering in the air.

When Shen Yi and the others came in, all these people who were having fun or working paused at the same time and looked at the door together, and the picture appeared a brief stillness at this moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button, but then resumed normal operation.

But everyone's eyes revealed a strange look.

Shen Yi walked to the bar, came to the bartender of the Natak tribe, and took out an imperial currency: "I want to ask you about someone." ”

The bartender glanced at the imperial currency and shook his head, "We don't need this here. ”

"But I used it to exchange the news here. ”

"Not here. The bartender shook his head and looked at Shen Yi with a sluggish gaze.

"What does that take?"

"Whatever you need, you don't have it, stranger. What planet are you from?Papan?or Kalia?or Kepler?14?" a voice sounded behind Shen Yi.

Shen Yi looked back at a big man with a large patch of thick black hair on his chest on the wine table not far away, if it weren't for the huge sarcoma on his head, then he was really not much different from a human being.

He was playing with an energy gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Shen Yi intentionally or unintentionally.

Shen Yi shrugged: "Does this have anything to do with where we came from?"

"Because I want to know. The big man replied proudly.

After thinking about it, Shen Yi said, "Cruzgen." ”

"Wow!" the big man whistled, "That's far enough." ”

He let out an arrogant laugh, surrounded by a laugh of echo.

Shen Yi ignored these people, and instead took out a grain of silica and put it on the bar: "Is this okay?"

Silica is the hard currency of the Star Wars universe, and its value is like gold, which has meaning everywhere. Shen Yi had considered that this situation might occur before leaving, so he also collected some by the way when he was in Crusgen.

The bartender's eyes shone greedily, and he quickly put away the silica: "Yes, I can also send you a bottle of wine." ”

"Forget the wine, I'd like to find someone, his name is Obi King Kenobi, and of course he may have another name here, Benn. ”

"There are at least twelve people in this town named Benn. ”

“...... It's a middle-aged man, he should be a resident, and he doesn't like to talk much. ”

"Does he drink?"

“...... I guess he doesn't drink. ”

"You're coming to the tavern for people who don't drink?" cried the bartender.

The tavern burst into a burst of laughter.

Shen Yi's face remained unchanged: "Answer the question or return the stone to me." ”

The bartender's face had turned fierce: "Go away, there is no answer you want here." ”

The black-chested man laughed maniacally, "If you still have enough silica, maybe I can help you find the person you are looking for." ”

Shen Yi ignored him, and just said, "It seems that we are in the wrong place." Forget it, go ask elsewhere. ”

"I guess we can't get out. Ahsoka whispered.

A crowd of people had gradually gathered around the tavern.

They formed a semicircle and blocked the road to the entrance to the tavern.

The bartender looked at Shen Yi and them with sympathy: "You shouldn't have taken that thing out, obviously you don't know what this place is." ”

Shen Yi said lightly: "Obviously, you don't know who you are trying to rob...... Who's coming?"

His last two words were Hua Tianrui and them.

"I'll do it anyway. Ahsoka said suddenly: "No one can guarantee that there is no rebel in them, and I have at least room for mitigation." ”

Hearing Ahsoka say this, Shen Yi took a step back.

He didn't move, but his arm was weirdly stretched back, grabbed the bartender's neck and pulled it out, he pulled the bartender out, slammed it to the ground, and then took out a handful of silica and stuffed it into the bartender's mouth: "Since you like it, then give you more!"

"Do them!" I don't know who shouted.

Swarmed.

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Exocet XIII.

August 5th

This damn bastard won me three more space war games, one Go and two speed races today. I've never seen such an inhuman guy, he's like a computer, always in a state of high computing. He even said that the only thing he had been taught in his life was how to win, and that he was an idiot? This guy must be a ruthless and vicious guy with pus on the top of his head and a long cabin on the soles of his feet. He even told me that he was the captain of the ship from now on, let him die, this is my ship!

August 6th

It's really tiring to be a woman, and the troubles of every month are always bothering you, so you have to be careful all the time. I used to think I was strong enough to forget that I was still a girl. Pity my former fantasies, my dreams. By the way, that bastard dared to peek at my diary, and I cursed you here! If you dare to peek again, you will have your eyes rotten, your tongue broken, and you will be a space corpse for the rest of your life, and you will become a big piece of space junk...... Wouldn't it be too vicious? He said that women shouldn't be too vicious. Anyway, he gave me a few days off so I didn't have to touch the damn fumes anymore. Well, at least this guy doesn't look as bad as it first started.

August 7th

I never thought I'd sit and chat with this guy. It was as if I had been hypnotized, and I told all the things in my heart, all my worries, all my sorrows, my joys and sorrows. Maybe it's because he already knows that, or maybe it's because he's a good listener. It turns out that he doesn't always like to interrupt people's speeches so much, it turns out that ...... The way he looks when he ponders and listens is still endearing. Alas, I can't help but admit that this hateful guy is actually quite handsome. With a straight nose, fluttering eyebrows, and eyes with charm, she looks like a former dream lover. Oh my God, what did I write...... Forget it, this is the last compliment on this guy, and I haven't forgotten that he is my enemy.

August 8th

Could it be that he really didn't have a real childhood, as he claimed?

He clings to some more powerful being, lives for him, fights for him until he dies?

Why? Why can't he fight for his freedom?

He's actually having a hard time.

At least, I had a full childhood, and his life was destined to be spent in the flames of war......

Oh my God, what was I thinking? Why is my face red?

August 9th

Please, bastard, a little bit of humanity, okay?Do you say that if you let me kill you?Why do you have to win me by such a crazy score every time, and you still have the words to say that there is no sympathy on the battlefield. Usually he looks quite gentle, why do you act like a madman when you fight? Forget it, this girl has a lot, and I don't care about you about this, but you can't drive me back to the kitchen in just five days. Do you still have the sympathy to let me cook for forty people as a girl, and I cry, you are such a big bastard, big rascal!

August 10

Today, he told me that his days in the spaceship were the happiest days of his life. What does he mean by that? I don't understand. Did he want to imply something? Or was it as he said, that he had never lived with a girl in such an environment and in such an atmosphere? Joke, wasn't this the first time that this girl had lived alone with a man? No, no, I still had so many crew members...... But they can't come in here.

His eyes ...... It's really weird.

August 11

There are some things that you can't help but admit.

His sailing skills are indeed much better than mine.

The Flying Fish had a bad year, and the third time it jumped out and ran into a nebula storm.

This nebula storm was very powerful, and we were like a small boat in the ocean, which could be torn to pieces by the nebula vortex at any moment, but he carried us through it. He looked more like a captain than I did. He said that it was not that the Nebula Storm had become more severe, but that there was more and more space junk in the storm. The garbage is scarier than meteorites because they are so small that they are often ignored by scanners. But when they crash into the spacecraft at the speed of a meteor, the disaster is decisive. He calls this garbage a "flock of birds" because they are like birds that used to hit planes, inconspicuous in themselves, but always able to cause great damage. He also said that the space junk caused by the space war is worth hundreds of billions, so the demand for space junk recycling industry is also increasing. He persuaded me to turn to garbage collection rather than doing this vampire job. Oh my God, I'm a girl, and I was asked to collect garbage, and he still has a bit of a brain in a relationship? Space cleaner? Damn bastard, he figured it out. What's wrong with the transport prisoners? They even say I'm a vampire, and I'm mad.

No, are we in love? Not really. How could I fall in love with such a man? No way, at most a little bit of liking. Do I love or not......?

August 12

It's almost time to get to Tatooine...... When he gets to Tatooine, is he going to leave too?