As a "captive", Mars did not have the slightest consciousness that he was "sending people under the fence" and needed to "look up to people's breath", and every day when the meal arrived, he ordered frantically - he can't name the wide variety of food at the moment, but he would copy - "Another meal just now!" All! ”

completely ignoring his appearance as a starving ghost reincarnated is completely inconsistent with his temperament as a leader of interstellar pirates.

In fact, Mars, who is now salivating and working hard, has completely forgotten his identity at this moment, and has long forgotten the many pirate minions who were captured with him in the back of his head.

However, his highlight reel is limited to this time.

After eating, he spent the rest of the time in a conference room, except for solving physical problems, which had completely changed its functions and became the "Office for the Study of Extraterrestrial Civilizations".

Here, Mars was supposed to be free to move - the black cloth bag covering his face and the ropes restricting his movement had been removed.

But before he could embrace freedom, and before the corners of his mouth could curl, he was surrounded by enthusiastic people who had been waiting in the room for a long time.

"Mr. Mars, may I ask what is the coating of the surface of your ship? What is the maximum speed of the spacecraft......

"Mr. Mars, I heard that you are from a higher civilization, can you elaborate on it? Where is your hometown? Are the people there as tall as you? ”

"Mr. Mars, is your hometown far from here, and do you need to go through a wormhole to get here?"

“……”

A bunch of cannon-like questions came to him, and with the excited eyes of everyone when they saw the aliens up close for the first time, Mars, who had never known what it was to be afraid, suddenly felt his scalp tighten.

He subconsciously touched the top of his head.

"Mr. Mars, can you tell us about your current understanding of the universe?"

A man with glasses and a thirst for knowledge approached him.

Mars looked into his eyes, which shimmered brightly, a stubbornness to explore the unknown.

He had seen similar eyes in the interstellar world.

The heart that was originally a little irritable suddenly became inexplicably calm, compromised to take over a bunch of questions thrown over, and resigned himself to burning his brain cells to answer them one by one.

“…… I'm from the Blue Earth Star of the Gaffa Galaxy, and I currently belong to the second-level interstellar civilization, which is roughly equivalent to the third-level cosmic civilization according to your level here. ”

"But you don't have to imagine how beautiful it is, there are glamorous places, and naturally there are places of black miasma, even if they are contradictory, they coexist."

When Mars said this, his expression was dazed and lonely for a moment, and no one noticed it.

He wasn't born a pirate.

He used to be just an ordinary Blue Earth Star.

There are many high-level civilizations gathered in the Gaffa Galaxy, and the comprehensive strength of Blue Earth Star is not top-notch among them, but it is also a leader.

His "mother" is the daughter of the largest family in the Blue Earth Star, not to mention the living conditions and status, and his "father" is an ordinary bounty hunter from the bottom, who makes a living by hunting the Zerg alone or in groups in exchange for living materials.

The two people with very different statuses, just because they took one more look in the crowd, they were unstoppable and vigorously staged a bloody drama of a noble daughter falling in love with a poor boy.

In the Gafa system, technology has reached a certain level where the conception of new life only requires the provision of two reproductive cells from both husband and wife, and does not require the mother to conceive the baby herself.

The cells provided will be handed over to the official nursery center, where the slowly formed embryos will be taken care of with the most scientific and meticulous care, and they can also be screened for major diseases such as genetic defects and gene mutations that may exist in the process of embryo growth, so as to ensure that every future Landi Star person grows up healthy and sound as much as possible.

When the embryos have matured and the pups are ripe, the nursery will notify the family to come and collect them.

But it was only his father who came to pick him up at that time.

(End of chapter)