"Good morning, today is June 156 of the 36th epoch of the Nebula calendar..."

Listening to the electronic chime, Ludon opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, but did not get up.

He just looked at it like this, but in front of him it seemed as if he had finished his life.

I don't know how long it took for a movement in the kitchen that interrupted Luden's thoughts.

Ludon subconsciously wanted to call someone to help him get up, but he didn't touch the brass bell he usually used.

Only then did he realize that he was no longer a seriously ill and dying cripple.

It's not the fog, it's not the big ship.

He went home.

Sometimes, it was hard for Ludon to tell which side was more like home.

After tidying up the mess, Ludon got up, dressed neatly, straightened his collar, and walked out of the room.

In the kitchen, a man in a butler's uniform was busy, and when he saw Ludon get up, he greeted,

"Good morning, Mr. Ludon."

Ludon rubbed his temples, apparently he didn't sleep very well last night,

"Good morning... Sir."

"Just call me Arnold, what do you want for breakfast, noodles, dumplings, sandwiches, canned energy?"

Arnold expertly named a few options, all of which were Luden's usual breakfast.

In accordance with the agreement signed by the parties, he has the right to access such data.

"Noodles."

After making his decision, Ludon turned around and went into the bathroom and began to wash.

Arnold continued to be busy in the kitchen.

In a boiling pot, the noodles are tumbling up and down.

Before Lutdon made his choice, he had already put the noodles in the pot, like an uncertain prophet, knowing what choice Lutdon would make.

As Ludon sat down at his table, a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of him.

Feeling the rejuvenated young body, Luden's appetite was very average, and his mood seemed to be a little low.

"Need a coffee pick-me-up?"

Arnold asked, holding up the coffee pot in his hand, explaining,

"It's heated with the waste heat from cooking, so there's no waste of heat."

As a housekeeper, he is very competent.

At least in some ways, it is inexplicably consistent with Luden.

Ludon nodded,

"What's the reason to refuse an early morning cup of coffee?"

Arnold poured a cup of black coffee for Luden, who took a sip and frowned slightly.

"Is there garlic?"

Arnold brought a small plate of garlic that had been dialed and placed it in front of Ludon.

So, Ludon took a bite of garlic, a mouthful of noodles, a mouthful of coffee...

After eating the last clove of garlic and drinking the last sip of coffee, Luden let out a long breath and felt inexplicably relieved.

Of course, you don't have to do the job of washing dishes.

There are robots that automatically take these things to clean, and they are much more efficient than humans.

In fact, if Arnold wanted to, he wouldn't even need to make breakfast himself, and the robot could do it for him.

In the era of the Nebula Empire, everything can be done by technology.

After breakfast, Ludon went to clean his mouth, returned to the living room, and asked casually,

"What's the plan for today?"

During this time, it was enough for Ludon to recall the events of more than ten years ago, to remember Arnold, and things related to Nebula Medical.

Without Nebula Medical, Ludon wouldn't have been able to pay for the fifth simulation.

It's just that the fifth simulation cost Luden 100 million Nebula coins.

To start the sixth simulation, the price Ludon has to pay is an astronomical amount.... Billion.

Where to get so many Nebula Coins, Lu Deng has no clue for the time being.

Let's take it one step at a time.

"Today? I was scheduled for a simple medical check-up..."

Arnold looked at today's events and reported,

"You need to spare an hour this afternoon to attend a hearing about your allegations."

Accusation?

Ludon looked at Arnold and asked curiously,

"What charge?"

He didn't remember anyone he had offended, let alone any accusations.

Arnold patiently reminded,

"In the previous compensation negotiations, your lawyer, Song Jie, accused a former Nebula Medical executive of exploitative tendencies against you..."

Ahh

In Ludon's memory, this happened twenty or thirty years ago.

Of course, for the people of the Nebula Empire, it was only last month.

Ludon asked,

"What is he accusing?"

The accusation of "exploitation" is the most serious in the Nebula Empire.

The executive even lost his job because of it, and was mired in endless lawsuits and troubles, and his future was bleak.

Obviously, the other party also found a lawyer and, with the help of the lawyer, tried to fight back.

"The content of the allegations is not known at this time."

Arnold shook his head and said seriously,

"You can choose to participate or not, Song Jie will take care of this matter."

Song Jie's business ability is really good, and so far, he has retained a 100% winning rate.

Ludon asks one last question,

"If you attend, you'll be paid..."

Arnold simply replied,

"Both Nebulas and the other party will pay you the value of your time, and we will also pay additional emotional compensation if the content of the hearing has an emotional impact on you."

Ludon nodded,

"I'll attend the hearing."

It doesn't matter if you have money or not, the main thing is to give the other party a face.

After a brief rest, Ludon moved around in the morning.

It was as if he had been lying in bed for a long time, regaining his mobility, and he couldn't calm down at all.

After lunch, it was time for the hearing very quickly.

This time, Nebula Medical, Lu Deng, and Song Jie lawyers all sat in the defendant's seat.

The plaintiffs were the hapless former executive and the lawyer he didn't know where to get it.

It was also at the hearing that Lu Deng finally heard the reasons and assertions of the other party's accusation,

「... According to the information, on May 25, 156 of the 36th era of the Nebula calendar, Mr. Lu Deng used the asthma treatment spray of Nebula Medical once, and soon after, he immediately called the special line, mortgaged his house, and purchased the lifelong asthma treatment plan of Nebula Medical for himself.

Prior to this, Mr. Luton had a very small loan record, and he did not often take out loans. As for the treatment of asthma, there is also a tendency to focus on short-term treatment with drugs...."

Looking at the lawyer who was talking eloquently but couldn't find the point, the judge had to interrupt the other party, emphasizing,

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

He came up with a bunch of evidence, which was so fragmented that it was impossible to find any common ground in it, let alone connect it together.

The plaintiff's lawyer projected all the text materials on the screen and said word by word,

"We have reason to suspect that what happened to Mr. Luton was premeditated! He knew before he received a lifelong treatment for his asthma that the treatment would not work.... In short, he's cheating on insurance!"

......

(The previous chapter was too stream-of-consciousness, and personal interpretations of the previous chapter will be included in the summary of this volume in the next chapter.)

The summary of this volume is a bit long, and it is estimated that it will be sent out later. ）