Chapter 104 Diary

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

Occasionally, when he drank too much, he simply fell asleep. 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 prefers to sit on the sand, while feeding his "Sharu", a creature that is a cross between a long-haired beast and a Southern Cross beast, while scanning every scene with a pair of small eyes. A living creature passing by the town's entrance.

His eyes are so obscene that everyone who passes by the town will not consciously hold their wallets tightly.

At that time, old Peter would be very dissatisfied, and muttered to himself: "It's impolite to treat a dying old man with this attitude..."

A gust of wind blew up a large piece of gravel, and under the sunshine, these golden gravel dyed 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, several sparse figures appeared.

They didn't wear the white robes unique to desert planets, but wore an ancient windbreaker on their bodies, and there was no cloak for sunshade on their heads. They just walked all the way through the long sandy sea empty-handed.

The wind and sand blew past them, but not a single grain of sand remained on them. The venomous sun looked more like the warm hands of a lover, which did not cause the slightest trouble.

Old Peter's eyes narrowed into a line.

"Outlanders..." he muttered.

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

"Wow, woof..." With a cross-shaped nose, Shalu, who looked like a Shar Pei with short head and thighs but with long hair, barked like a dog, but the next moment, it seemed to smell Seemingly dangerous, he suddenly let out a whining cry, and ran behind Old Peter, not daring to come out again.

A stranger from far away has already come over, a young man wearing an Armani trench coat bowed to Old Peter, and then said in standard Tatooine local language: "Hello, old sir, I have a few questions to ask you one time."

Old Peter looked at the other party with cloudy eyes,

Put your head down and ignore him.

The young man smiled, took out an imperial coin and placed it in front of Old Peter.

Old Peter put away the money tremblingly: "One question."

The young man smiled: "I want to find a man named Obi-Wan 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 person."

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

Old Peter pushed the young man's hand away impatiently: "I said, I don't know the person you are talking about, if you want to know something, go to the Red Boat Tavern, as long as you can give those drunks a glass of Falun , you can get any news you want... If there is such a person. [Read the novel and you will be there~]”

"Where is the Red Boat Tavern?"

"This is the second question!"

Another imperial coin was delivered to old Peter.

Old Peter quickly collected the money: "Go in two hundred meters, the most special building is there."

"The most special building? What kind of special law?"

"That's the third question."

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

Seeing the other party's leaving figure, old Peter's muddy eyes gradually became clear, and even his stooped body gradually straightened up.

He stroked the pet beside him, and muttered to himself: "Shalu, go and tell Ben that another uninvited guest has arrived, and if I read correctly, it should be the group of separatists who made a huge fuss in Krusgen. I've sent them to the Red Boat Tavern, and those drunks would be happy to scout them out. Also...there's a woman with them who looks like that Ahsoka."

The long-haired dog let out a low growl, flipped its paws and planed furiously at the sand, then disappeared into the sand.

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Shen Yi quickly understood what kind of special method the so-called special building is.

Due to its location on a desert planet, Ankheed's architectural pattern is quite in the style of the Middle East. It is an earthen kiln-like building built with local white stone. The dome is semicircular, the arch is small, and half is on the ground. Half of it is underground, which can effectively prevent the invasion of wind and sand.

However, the Red Boat Tavern is a special case.

It was refitted from a half-crashed spaceship. Due to its long history, the outer wall of the ship was full of rust. Under the sunlight, there was a little metal cold light. An isolation hatch was the entrance of the tavern. ,

There are still some damaged forts on the top of the wine hall, and the weapons on them have been completely scrapped. From the model point of view, they belong to a relatively old type of energy cannon. If they are placed in the city, they are relatively low-level energy cannons.

The interior of the spaceship has been transformed beyond recognition. The originally closed cabin has been opened up into a huge hall. At the end is a long bar counter. The bartender of the Tak tribe with six arms is waving his arms quickly to wipe the wine glass. ——It held a black and shiny rag in its hand, and quickly wiped the wine glass handed over by the guest, then poured a glass of green, viscous, unknown liquid, and then sent it to the guest.

Dozens of square tables were placed in a haphazard manner in the hall. Some of them had different images. Alien beings from various races were lying in front of the tables and drinking wildly. The drinks were all kinds of weird and varied.

The air was filled with a strange smell of alcohol, sweat, powder, and an unidentifiable smell that resembled a dead mouse. They mixed together, like a strong antidote, severely stimulating the senses of the visitors.

All kinds of clamor and joyful singing are ups and downs in this tavern. A group of drunken big men are holding each other's shoulders and don't know what to say; a few guys dressed like warriors are sitting in a corner of the tavern, watching silently. A plate of bansha beast meat, as if thinking about life; several winged maids flying in the air with plates. 【】【】

When Shen Yi and the others came in, all these people who were having fun or working stopped at the same time and looked at the door together. At this moment, the screen was momentarily frozen, as if someone had pressed the pause button, but then resumed normal operation .

But there was a strange look in everyone's eyes.

Shen Yi walked to the bar, came to the bartender of the Natak tribe, and took out a piece of imperial currency: "Ask you for someone."

The bartender glanced at the imperial currency and shook his head: "We don't use this here."

"But just now I exchanged it for the news here."

"It won't work here." The bartender shook his head, looking at Shen Yi intently.

"What does that require?"

"No matter what you need, you don't have it, outsider. Which planet do you come from? Papan? Or Kalia? Or Kepler 14?" A voice sounded behind Shen Yi.

Shen Yi looked back and saw that there was a big man with thick black hair growing on his chest on the wine table not far away. If it wasn't for the huge sarcoid on his head, then he really wasn't much different from a human being.

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

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

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

After thinking about it, Shen Yi said, "Krusgen."

"Wow!" The big man whistled: "That's far enough."

He let out an arrogant laugh, surrounded by echoing laughs.

Shen Yi ignored these people, instead he took out a silicon stone and put it on the bar: "Is this okay?"

Silica is the hard currency in the Star Wars universe, its value is like gold, no matter where it is, it has a meaning. Before Shen Yi left, he considered that this kind of situation might happen, so he also collected some by the way when he was in Krusgen.

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

"Forget about the wine. I want to find someone. His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Of course he may have another name here, Ben."

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

"...It's a middle-aged man, he should live alone, and he doesn't like to talk much."

"Does he drink?"

"...I guess he doesn't drink."

"You come to a tavern looking for someone who doesn't drink?" the bartender called out.

Then the whole tavern was filled with crazy laughter.

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

The bartender's face has become fierce: "Go away, there is no answer you want here."

The black-chested hairy man laughed wildly before and said: "If you still have enough silica, maybe I can help you find the person you want."

Shen Yi ignored him, and just said: "It seems that we have found the wrong place. Forget it, let's ask elsewhere."

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

A group of people in the tavern have gradually gathered around.

They formed a semicircle, blocking the way to the entrance of the tavern.

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

Shen Yi said indifferently: "Obviously you don't know who you are trying to rob... Who is it?"

His last two words were asked by Hua Tianrui and the others.

"Let me do it." Ahsoka said suddenly: "No one can guarantee whether there is an eyeliner for the rebels among them. At least there is room for me to relax."

Hearing what Ahsoka said, Shen Yi took a step back.

He didn't move, but stretched his arms back strangely, grabbed the bartender by the neck and pulled it out violently, pulled the bartender out, fell to the ground hard, and then took out a handful of silica stones and stuffed them into the mouth. The bartender said: "Since you like it, I'll give you some more!"

"Do them!" Someone shouted.

swarm.

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Flying Fish No. 13.

August 5th

This damn bastard won me three more space war games today, one go game and two speed races. I have never seen such an inhuman guy, he is like a computer, always in a state of high calculation. He even said that the only education he has received in his life is how to win. Does he think I am an idiot? This guy must be a ruthless and vicious guy who is so bad that there is pus on the top of the head and a long cabin on the bottom of the feet. He even told me that he is the captain from now on, let him die, this is my spaceship!

August 6th

Being a woman is really exhausting, every month's troubles always bother you, so you have to be careful all the time. I used to think that I was already very strong, and for a while I forgot that I was still a girl. Pity my fantasies, my dreams. By the way, that bastard dared to peek at my diary, I curse you here! If you dare to peek again, your eyes will be rotten, your tongue will be broken, and you will be a space mummy for the rest of your life, turning you into a big piece of space junk... Wouldn't it be too vicious? He said being a woman shouldn't be too vicious. Anyway, he also gave me a few days off so that I don't have to touch those damn oily fumes again. Well, at least this guy doesn't look as bad as he started.

August 7th

I never thought that I would sit and chat with this guy. As if I was hypnotized, I uttered all the things in my heart, all the troubles, sorrows, joys and angers. Maybe because he already knew this? Or maybe because he's actually a good listener. Turns out he doesn't always like to interrupt people so much, turns out... he's still cute when he's thinking and listening. Alas, I have to admit that this hateful guy is actually quite handsome. Straight nose, flying eyebrows, and eyes with charm, quite like the lover of the dream. God, what have I written... Forget it, this is the last compliment for this guy, I haven't forgotten that he is my enemy.

August 8

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

He is attached to a more powerful existence, working for him, fighting for him, until he dies?

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

He was actually having a hard time.

At least, I still have a complete childhood, but his life is destined to be spent in the flames of war...

God, what am I thinking? Why is my face red?

august 9

Please, you bastard, be a little human, okay? Could it be that you will die if you give me a hand? Why do you have to beat me by such a crazy big score every time, and you can plausibly say that there is no compassion on the battlefield. He is usually quite gentle, but why does he act like a lunatic when he is in war? Forget it, I'm a big lady, I don't care about this with you, but you can't drive me back to the kitchen after only five days. Do you still have sympathy, just let me, a girl, cook meals for forty people, I cry, you are such a big bastard, a big hooligan!

August 10

Today, he told me that his days on the spaceship were the happiest in his life. What does he mean by that? I do not understand. Is he trying to imply something? Or is everything just as he said, never living with a girl in such an environment, such an atmosphere? Just kidding, isn't this girl living alone with a man for the first time? No, no, I still have so many crew members...but they can't come in here.

The look in his eyes...is really strange.

August 11

There are some things you just can't deny.

His sailing skills are indeed much better than mine.

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

This nebula storm was very powerful, we were like a small boat in the ocean, we might be torn to pieces by the nebula vortex at any time, but he insisted on leading us through. He looked more like a captain than I did. He said that it is not that the nebula storm has become stronger, but that there is more and more space junk in the storm. Those junks are more terrifying than meteorites because they are so small that they are often missed by scanners. But when they hit the spacecraft at the speed of meteors, the disaster they brought was decisive. He called these rubbish "bird flocks" because they were inconspicuous, but always able to cause huge damage, just like the small birds hitting the plane in the past. He also said that the space junk caused by space wars is counted in billions, so the demand for the space junk recycling industry is also increasing. He advised me to turn to garbage collection instead of this vampire business. Oh my god, I'm a girl, and he even asked me to collect garbage. Does he have any brains when it comes to dating? Space cleaners? Damn bastard, thank goodness he figured it out. What happened to the prisoner transport? He even said that I was a vampire, and it made me mad.

No, are we in love? Not quite like that. How could I fall in love with this kind of man? Impossible, at most there is a little liking. So do I love it or not? Confused...

august 12

It's almost time to go to Tatooine... When he gets to Tatooine, isn't he leaving too? ^-^No pop-up window to read^_^