As the sun drew to a close, Shelley returned to the Twilightstar.

From a distance, the silhouette of the ship stretches out like the carcass of a sunken whale, and the undulation of the sand dunes is one. Due to the rain of the previous day, some small blades of grass have grown in the cracks and breaks of the shell, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

…… If it weren't for the guy squatting in the sand pit at the hatch, it would have been quiet.

"What are you crazy about?" She decided to start with a friendly inquiry.

Victor was teasing a slicky scorpion with a twig, not an alien or a demon, but a native, five-inch-long male sand scorpion. Highly poisonous, edible to Astarte, unknown to the original.

At this time, the unlucky scorpion's whole body was glowing with emotional maroon, and the poison sac at the tip of the tail was raised high, and it was driven to the ground dizzy, and it was swirling at the bottom of the bunker.

He didn't raise his head: "You'll know when you go in." ”

The red light of the electronic eye flashed.

"Fugen?"

"Hmm."

"The woman?"

"Hmm."

"Not really." The goddess sighed.

She should have expected that Fogrem had a fanatical interest in everything that had a soul. He had put them in the way of a son of an emperor who had not yet fallen, but was indeed not far off, and had shut him up on the bridge day after day, and talked to him incessantly.

Shelley remembered that Astarte cursed him, begged him, rebuked him, and confessed to him, and so on. The demigod warrior screamed, lost control, and sobbed again and again in that little cage, until he was crushed with all his heart, until at last he got bored, and allowed the poor creature to give his soul to his patron, and then ......

No demon accepted the deal, not even the living could absorb the essence of the soul of this former demigod. He was thrown out of the airtight door and became one of the wastes drifting in the Void.

The Midnight Lord finally lost interest in the poor scorpion and crushed it into the bottom of the sand pit with the tip of his shoe. In a sense, it was the first creature on the planet to rebel against the Empire's outsiders.

Shelley was almost amused by his own bad joke.

His dark eyeballs rolled upwards to reveal the whites of his eyes. "Let's put it this way, I think Conrad's decision is still worth learning from."

"Which of his decisions you haven't learned?" Shelley bypasses Astarte.

"Hmm...... To die? ”

"Fugen pretty much did it for you."

"But you sewed me back."

"Sometimes I regret it."

"Are you referring to misaligned stitches that make my tattoo misaligned?"

"I've been talking about this hundreds of times!"

"I'll keep saying it until I die." Victor muttered, pinching the twig and continuing to dig the hole.

Unlocking the key and pushing open the hatch was a simple action that caused Shelley to foil in place for two seconds. She blinked, shook her head, and looked uncertainly at the hatch she had made with her own hands, making sure that none of the doors in her hand had suddenly turned into some kind of subspace teleportation device or something.

Why did she see that local mortal in ...... Teach Fogham how to hold a child?

"Looks like I'm here at a bad time?"

"Ah, you've come just in time, Shelley, and I finally know why the little one didn't like to be hugged before!" The phoenix waved happily as she skillfully adjusted her position to keep the child leaning in the crook of her arm. "Now he's willing to fall asleep in my arms, oh, to the child to say sleep fragrant ......"

"It's true that colloquialism and repetitive instructions are the focus of parenting, but I don't think the volume at which you can wake up a dead person right now doesn't quite fit." Shelley walked over with a blank face and knocked on a round table that wasn't there when she left, "And, what is this?" ”

"I made the table." Vogrim replied, of course, "Do you think he's a big lap again?" ”

"His size and weight have been growing at a rate that is almost visible to the naked eye and is indeed observed by the electronic eye." Father Tech paused, "Also, I guess I mean, why do we need a table?" ”

"Can't you?"

"Nothing, a set of tables and chairs is nowhere near unacceptable, especially if you're using ordinary metal instead of living flesh and blood."

Vogrim raised his voice dissatisfied: "Don't come to this set, you know I'm asking for your evaluation!" ”

"Then you should also know that my subtext is, 'It's not good, but I'm okay if you do.'" Shelley turned, or just reversed the direction of his upper body. I'll go back to the lab if it's okay. ”

Phoenix gritted her teeth, put the little guy back in the cradle, and patted the woman on the shoulder: "Go back to the room, hurry up." ”

She pursed her lips and subconsciously grasped the ties of her pale blonde hair, remembering the door that her protector had personally reinforced, it looked very sturdy.

But why do you need this protection behind the thick hull?

"Stop." He watched the figure disappear into the door of her room before he folded his arms and said.

"Why?"

"I can't use four chairs by myself." He flicked his white hair and said, almost in a fit of rage, "I want to have dinner, you know?" It's not about consuming energy for the sake of life! ”

The goddess turned her head, and from this angle Fugen could only see one of the other person's eyes, looking ahead unfazed. "You can do this as a family of three."

"I'm crazy to have her sit at the same table with you."

"But I'm not interested in playing with you, and I don't think Victor is interested either." Shelley's tone was impatient, "I'm really leaving, there's still a lot of work to be done." Whatever you want to perform, you're in for a treat. ”

Her hands were still firmly crossed in her lower abdomen, and the tentacle-like appendages of the octopus crawled slowly and silently towards her room.

"But what if I can help you with 'that'?" A soft voice came from behind him, with that signature "Vogrim wins" tone.

The goddess's form stagnated, and she slowly turned, her dense appendages crunching under her skirt. Tentacles of various sizes spread out from beneath the calyx-like red robes, extended, raised, and swelled to incredible size. They are entangled and twisted with each other, and clumps of irregular appendages cover them, almost like an upside-down bulging bud from a distance.

It's just that this flower to be put is densely covered with cumbersome lines, and from time to time there is a white glow flowing through. The gray-blue eyes stared condescendingly at Fogream, who was smiling triumphantly.

"Don't be too nervous, I don't know what it's about. I just see that you have a deep-seated desire, and it is now alive because of it. But...... Honey, have you ever wondered how you can make sure that it doesn't deviate because of your numbness when you've spent so long, and it's expected to take a long time? ”

The priest's face did not move, and a cold mechanical voice came from under the red robe. "I've always been the same."

"I can't say how valuable this sentence is for a 98 percent mechanized priest." Phoenix spread her hands, "What's more, I just wanted to give Chemos glory in the first place. ”

He stared at the gray-blue eyes that hadn't blinked in a long time. "Desire is the most unfathomable of all things, she grows, changes, twists, believe me. You kept that face and hand when you could have conveniently discarded it, and those gag jokes, I venture to guess because you see them as anchors, but are those enough? ”

"—It's a new anchor, and whether it's useful or not, you can't go wrong with trying it out."

Shelleymer silently crawled to the table and examined the set again. To the most discerning of eyeliness, they can all be described as well-proportioned and meticulously crafted, with arabesque patterns climbing up from the feet, chairs of varying sizes to suit the body shape of each Twilight Passenger, and the extra one being a high chair with leather straps.

The coiled appendages slowly contracted, hiding under the cover of the robe, and the red robe slowly descended back to its original height. At this point, she looked like a mediocre tech priest again, and even a little unprofessional because of the exposed organic tissue.

She sat down in a chair of just the right size, picked up her knife and looked at the initials engraved on it, a line of semicircular letters around the capitalized High Gothic initial, Twilight.

Elegant and sophisticated, like its craftsmen.

"What do you get?"

Fogham curled the corners of his mouth. "Sitting at the table with you for dinner?"

Shelley looked at him for a moment, as if he had known him for the first time. Then she blinked and put the knife back in place: "You're more pathetic than I thought......"

“…… So, when does dinner start? ”