"Do you think they will come?" After finishing the exploration of the home galaxy, Hong Tao ran to the planet Wo Shen again. The time agreed with the exile was up. It was time to see whether the other party would come to the appointment.

"They have no choice." The old man still believed in the calculation results. He had contacted Hong Tao and July many times these days, and found the answer from the other party's conversation.

"No matter whether your guess is right or wrong, we must first solve these two little guys." In fact, Hong Tao made the same judgment, but he would not believe it as firmly as his dear uncle, so he called it a judgment, not a sure thing.

According to convention, the Weasel still first cruised invisible near the orbit, using gravity, magnetic force and photoelectric sensors to search for potential dangers nearby, and then discovered two destroyer-sized spacecraft.

The Adishapo family was really mean to be rude. The loss of two cruisers in succession still did not create enough doubts. They just replaced the spacecraft that blocked the orbit of Woshen from one cruiser to two destroyers.

I don’t know what the commander of the Adishapo family fleet will do next after these two spacecraft disappeared without warning. Hong Tao felt that they would not do anything. This is the side effect of the organization being too large, and the reaction lags are serious.

It may be the negligence of the leader. After all, there is too much information to be processed and priority must be given. It may also be that the information is not transmitted smoothly, and leaders who have the right to make major decisions must not be able to do everything themselves. Therefore, some information that does not seem to be too important will disappear in the transmission process, which is called reducing the burden on the leader.

"No, don't kill the pilot. We need people to dismantle the tomb of the Sleeper." But this time Hong Tao became kind and let four Adishapo family pilots go.

This is called the moral bottom line following the changes in the environment. When Hong Tao is not sure that the galaxy of his home is suitable for his long-term occupation, he does not want to add even a little trouble. He is ready to run away at any time. It is a big trouble to retain prisoners.

Now he has a base and the security measures are very effective. As long as the self-discipline drone is present, no one can get out of the spaceship without his or her permission. So the biggest trouble is no longer worrying about the safety of the captives, but it becomes inadequate staff, and the heart becomes kind.

In addition, he was still worried that the exiled would not believe in him, and that would not be able to receive human resources. For a long time in the future, he would probably have to be a real pirate. What he robs is not property, but human beings! Or it is more suitable to call human traffickers.

"They are here, two personnel containers!" Hong Tao did not like to wait for others, nor did he want others to wait for him. In addition, he had to deal with possible unexpected situations, such as the two destroyers, so he arrived six hours earlier. The exiles seemed to have no such habit. They were more punctual and sent the containers up almost every second.

The two containers were sent up together, which made Hong Tao feel a little relieved. If he wanted to reject him, there was no need to send the two containers together, so that one could be used in the future.

According to July, this kind of simple and cheap equipment is a very expensive resource on the planet Woshen, so expensive that it is not allowed to be owned by individuals and can only be kept by elders of all tribes.

"I think it's good news, but don't get too close, put the drone over and scan first." But Hong Tao still did not relax his vigilance. He was more diligent than most people in ensuring his safety.

"Mr. Bendean, I am April, and there are twenty tribe members who are willing to leave here." As soon as the drone approached, it was caught by the sensor on the container. Then the sound of April came. He was really bold and shouted directly in the public frequency.

"Very good, I'm ready to dock. I can't stay here for too long. Let's talk about other issues when I get on the spaceship!" Hong Tao really wanted to ask him first what the situation is, whether he had talked to the elders of the clan about his suggestions, and what the answer was. But for safety reasons, it's more appropriate to talk while walking.

"...Why are there an old man?" The drone quickly transmitted the scanning results, and the Weasel successfully connected with a container, but the picture sent back gave Hong Tao a question again.

July said that those who use containers to escape the planet Woshen are young descendants selected by various races in order to leave a continuation of blood for the race, but the age of two people in this container is obviously not considered young no matter which aspect.

"The two of them are elders of the clan and want to communicate with you in person. Sorry, I didn't get your consent in advance..." April immediately gave the answer, and his expression was a little panicked.

"Don't be nervous, you're doing right. I welcome the elders. But you have to explain to them that you can only stay in the cargo hold and talk through the virtual screen."

Hong Tao did not expect that the elders would come up to meet him in person. In fact, there was no need for this. With a portable master brain and communication equipment in the container compartment, you can communicate remotely, and there is no difference between face to face. However, since the other person has arrived and may be his own descendants, you can still have the necessary preferential treatment.

"Mr. Bend'an, my name is Abdul Hamid Urd Hong Rashid. I am one of the elders of the Rashid tribe. You can also call me January lava."

Although he was tattered, thin, and scarred on his skin, one of the old men was still very brave and had a strong momentum. He yelled to report his full name and then made a chest-up look raising his head.

"My name is Hongjing Gaoguang. I am one of the elders of the Hongjing clan. You can also call me July Storm..." Another old man was dressed almost the same, but his hair was gone, and there was an unhealed wound on his bald head. He was more humble. Before speaking, he stroked his chest with one hand and bowed, and then he stood up straight.

"...My real name is Bend An. Hong..." As soon as he heard the two names, Hong Tao knew that he had found the right person. As for whether he had had children with the Middle East and Japanese women back then, he had to have one, but the number of people was a bit too large and I really can't remember it.

But if you report your real name at this time, it seems a bit suspicious of swearing. If they still know their ancestors, they might be anxious immediately and they won’t believe it no matter how they explain it. So it’s better to continue to talk nonsense and just open their mouths. This is not to deceive them, but just to continue to communicate and not to misunderstand because of their names.

"..." Like Hong Tao, the expressions of the two old men immediately changed when they heard the name. Is it a surprise or a suspicion? It is really hard to confirm from their wrinkled and mottled old faces. But there is one action that is certain, turning around... lifting up the clothes... revealing their right butt!

"This craft is really not very good..." In addition to the shriveled buttocks muscles that caught Hong Tao's eyes, there were two smiling rat-head tattoos.

Compared with the painting style of the Earth Age, the New Edens really regressed in art, and the composition was completely uninspiring. However, it can be seen that the tattoos were hand-painted, which was very different from the extremely common machine paintings of this era.

"What do you call it?" Hong Tao took out the mouse head that used his back skin as a canvas.

"Holy Rat..." Painting is more effective than humans. Hong Tao has lost so many words and exiles are still half-believing and half-doubted. As soon as the tattoo comes out, a large area of ​​kneeling down. Only two elders are more determined and are still standing.

"Wrong, its name is Hong Laoma. It is a small animal whose ancestors live on the planet and the first of the twelve zodiac signs." How can the two old men convince themselves? Hong Tao thinks it is more appropriate to convince people with reason, so let's talk first.

"We have heard of the twelve zodiac signs. The surnames are also twelve, one per month..." It seems that the two elders don't know much about the origin of the rat heads on them, but they don't have any impression of it at all, they are just a little confused.

"Do you still remember the names of your ancestors?" It has been more than 20,000 years, and after so many displaced, it is reasonable not to remember.
Chapter completed!