The days of waiting are always boring.

The Abrody is still a long way from completing its overhaul.

Renault was in a dilemma with nothing to do.

This made him envious of his soldiers: the evil policy of separating officers and soldiers prevented him from being with his soldiers, and only two of the officers who had come down from the Abrody were in the sanatorium with him.

A man named Alec Darvel, Abrodi's gun supervisor, nicknamed "The Corkscrew", was described as having always fired his cannon accurately, like a corkscrew, and every time the cannon was fired, the opposite ship would make a fluttering sound like uncorked red wine, and then a bright red liquid would flow.

Of course, not every nickname makes sense.

Ibby Faulkner, another guest on the Abrody, is a scientist on board the ship, in charge of scientific work on the ship, and is a typical otaku, nicknamed "Woodpecker". He was nicknamed only because one day he was holding his test hammer and curiously striking it on a piece of wood from the planet Aribia, making a bang bang......

After arriving at the nursing home, the two men quickly found their own fun. The corkscrew would go up the hill every day against an old-fashioned shotgun, and occasionally catch some pheasants, and he would come to Renault to enjoy them; Woodpeckers, on the other hand, have developed a keen interest in some of the earth's native plants and are doing his research.

Renault, who had nothing to do, had to rely on playing games to get by.

Clarice would occasionally come over and talk to Renault, mostly in a small talk that was not nutritious, and occasionally asked about life on the ship with interest.

Once she brought a bottle of red wine, and the two of them got drunk that night.

But just drunk, nothing else happened.

Claire was placed eight hundred kilometers away from the San Juan Hill Sanatorium.

She would call Renault once a day.

The fact that Mr. Russell Hill had not been seen for several days was a relief to Renault.

Today Renault decided to have a drink.

The San Juan Hill Sanatorium is located on the outskirts of New Darwin, about 30 kilometers from the city center, a 10-minute flight away.

Drive into Candina Street, and at the end there is a bar called Black Rose, which is where Renault frequents when he has nothing to do.

The bar is made from a disused carriage and has been lightly renovated to make it interesting.

Stopping the car, Renault pushed the door and entered.

The aroma of gardenia wine is intense.

The bar was quiet, with a few guests sitting in their seats quietly drinking their drinks, soft music playing on the piano swirling in the air.

A beautiful little blue spirit with a pair of wings and a height of less than one meter flew towards Renault, bowed to Renault and said, "Welcome back, Mr. Renault, Miranda is happy to serve you again." ”

"Me too, cute rice grain." Renault touched the tentacles on the top of the little Blue Spirit's head with his hand, which was the Blue Spirit's favorite way to make contact.

In the vast universe, life has never been limited to human beings.

When people began to really step out of the planet and drive to the starry sky, more and more life races also entered their horizon.

Since the first type of alien plankton was introduced in 4988, over the next 2,000 years, humans have been exposed to more than four million species of extraterrestrial life. Among them, there are 300,000 complex lifeforms, more than 3,000 advanced intelligent lifeforms, and more than 1,000 intelligent races that form a civilized society. For example, the Blue Spirit Star people mean that this is the human who migrated to the Blue Spirit Star, and the Blue Spirit Race means that this is the native advanced intelligent life on the Blue Spirit Star that has formed a social structure - usually there is only one type of this kind of life on a planet.

The Blue Spirit Race is one of more than a thousand intelligent races that have formed their own community.

As for the life that can go out of the planet to form a galactic civilization, none.

In other words, in the past 3,000 years, human beings have not discovered that any intelligent race is more civilized than itself, which makes all the intelligent races discovered by them eventually become vassals of human beings.

Of course, this does not mean that humanity will never encounter a higher life than itself – it has in fact appeared.

Blue spirits are one of the most physiologically similar alien beings to humans, allowing them to speak directly from humans without the need for a sounder.

After receiving Renault's praise, Little Blue Ling Mi Li'er happily flew around in the air, and then flew to the bar and shouted, "A glass of scarlet agate with olives, Octavia." ”

In front of the bar sat a young woman with brown hair and wheat-skinned skin, holding a large cigar in her left hand and tapping unconsciously on the countertop with her right hand, her eyes revealing a rebellious and untamable wildness.

Her name is Octavia Bisier, the proprietress of the Black Rose Bar, a famous thorny rose, and it is because of her that Black Rose gets its name.

After seeing Renault come in, Octavia Bisil gave him a lazy look, and then said in a dissatisfied tone: "Renault is not a big customer, you don't have to be so attentive, Milan." ”

"But he's my favorite guest, and my name is Mi Li'er, not Milan." Millet puffed up her waist and puffed out, obviously dissatisfied with Octavia's statement.

"I like to call you Milan, that's what I call it. Milan, Milan, Milan! Octavia replied laughing, and then said to his bartender, "Barber, give him the wine." ”

Barber, the bartender, is of Sinktanvia. A kind of six-limbed development - they have four arms, a simple-minded alien race, bald, green-skinned, and short-tempered. Before the humans reached Sinktavia, they were the masters of the planet, and when the humans arrived, they became vanquished, captives, and vassals.

For this reason, the Sinktankians have never hidden their hatred of humanity.

Especially the military.

The bartender behind the bar glared wickedly at Renault, who came over, and skillfully poured the wine from the barrel. The scarlet liquor filled the crystal glass and rested heavily in front of Renault, cursing loudly in a strangely incomprehensible pronunciation, "Here you damn turtle son." May the god Zinke pour this thing out of your ass/hole and fill your body with the same color......" Renault took the glass and said, "Thank you for your greetings, Barber." By the way, before you swear, you should first take off the sounder. ”

Renault gestured to the bartender's neck.

The bartender looked down, and sure enough, he didn't remove the sounder.

"Damn it!" Barber, the bartender, yelled angrily.

The guest next to him laughed and said, "Hey, Barber, this is the twelfth time this month that you've forgotten to take that thing off." I said you don't have brains in Sinkotavia? Always repeating mistakes over and over again. ”

"The most interesting thing is that, despite their stupidity, they are still taxonomically a race of higher intelligence." Manned interface.

There was a burst of laughter in the bar.

Barber shook his head in displeasure, but said nothing.

Sinktavia, though short-tempered, has the advantage of having the courage to admit mistakes – even though they never improve.

With his glass in hand, Renault sat down by the window.

The vast majority of people drink, rushing women and indulging.

But Renault drank, but only for the sake of the drink.

He likes to sit alone in the corner, drinking quietly, looking at the brilliant lights outside the window, watching the air trajectory of the flying car in the sky, watching people of different races gather in the streets, wandering, and feeling the strong alcohol rush into his brain, bringing people a slight sense of dizziness, as if the spirit is sublimated.

This makes Renault look extra quiet when drinking, and he looks like a shy big boy.

"Hey, look, there's a." Someone pointed at Renault and said loudly.

Renault looked up and saw that it was a bald man. He was strong, covered in black hair, and had large tattoos on his chest and arms, though Renault knew they were just meant to scare people. The real threat was his left hand, an alloy prosthetic arm that could smash a person's skull into a flower in a single stroke. Despite what seemed like the real thing, Renault could see it in that stiff posture – a worthless inferior product.

The bald head is waving his prosthetic hand at the moment and laughing loudly, laughing wantonly, flamboyantly, and unstoppable.

Renault shook his head and ignored him.

But the bald head may have drunk too much wine and has staggered over.

He sat down in front of Renault and said loudly, "Hey, man, you know what, you look like a drinking." I mean, maybe you're really a in disguise? Why don't you take your pants off and let's see you below. ”

This caused a burst of laughter.

It can be seen that the bald head is not alone, in the direction he came, there are a few thugs sitting there, looking at Renault unscrupulously, his eyes are full of evil, and there is even a damn bastard who is blowing slogans at Renault, shouting "Beauty!" ”

At this time, a voice came: "You'd better not mess with him, Pock. ”

It was Octavia Bisir, the black rose.

She turned her glass in her hand and said in an arrogant and casual tone, "You can't afford to mess with it." ”

Renault frowned.

Octavia's speech seems to be persuasive, but in fact it is full of provocation.

This damn woman, is she crazy about wanting to make money?

All Earth bars have an unwritten rule that guests are free to fight, as long as they don't forget to lose money.

Benefiting from compensating for damaged tables and chairs has become an important additional source of income for the bar, which is known as the pirate bar rule.

Bar owners don't worry about causing customers to leave, because when everyone does that, customers don't have a choice, and the guests on the planet are always coming in and out, never worrying about not having new customers joining.

Aware of Octavia's bad motives, Renault already had plans to leave.

But it was too late, and after hearing Octavia's words, the bald Bock's eyes really widened.

He said in a rough voice, "What are you talking about?" Octavia Baby. ”

"I said you can't afford to mess with him because he's a soldier." Octavia Bisil said: "Federal soldiers, you can't be a match for military men. ”

"Federalists?" Poke was stunned first, and then laughed: "A bunch of waste, beaten by the gods, can bury three million soldiers in a battle, even if you send a pig, you can fight better than them!" ”

Renault, who had just gotten up to leave, stopped his movements.