Cute, have you subscribed before? Dareth and the others did not believe that the mere interstellar pirates could annihilate the "Hermes".

The Hermes is one of the five main ships in the Yangis region. Captain Asman ranks first among the five captains, not to mention that His Royal Highness is also on the Hermes, that is, all the interstellar pirates unite, also Couldn't be a match for the Hermes.

But if the enemy sends a heavy fighter fleet, everything makes sense.

"The Security Bureau has deliberately withheld this key information." Darres said angrily: "I will file a complaint with the Security Bureau again for re-verification! More than 100 heavy destroyers are not something ordinary people can mobilize! This is A premeditated political murder!"

Rong Heng sneered, but did not see much anger: "Dares, after so many years, you still haven't developed your brain. Even if you appeal a hundred times, you will still be rejected."

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Dareth refused to accept: "His Royal Highness, you are still alive, we have evidence! The Security Bureau has no reason to reject it. And we can't let Asman sacrifice in vain! If he died on the battlefield, he was ambushed and killed by interstellar pirates. This sounds like How ridiculous?!"

"I saw the news a few days ago that the Sikkim Daily is already building momentum for the regent's ascension to the throne." Rong Heng said.

Mentioning this, Dares frowned: "It's a proposal from the parliament. Those politicians thought that His Highness died in Baghdad and the royal family had no successor, so they couldn't wait to swear allegiance to the Regent. But the Regent has rejected it three times, And insist on sending a royal escort to the Baghdad region to search for the whereabouts of His Highness."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the regent's actions.

The Regent is the father of His Highness. Apart from their subordinates, the only one who really cares about His Highness's life and death is His Excellency the Regent.

Rong Heng didn't think so.

He shook his head, ignoring Dareth's chatter, and instructed: "Don't spread the news that I'm still alive, find someone you can trust to come to this coordinate, I'll be useful."

After that, sent the coordinates of the b3024 star to the past.

Darres glanced at it and continued to babble: "b3024 junk star? I'm afraid there are not many people there? What are you doing in that kind of place, Your Highness?"

"..." Rong Heng was overwhelmed, and after asking Noah to kick him off the Internet, he watched the latest news from Sikkim Daily for a while before preparing to go offline.

Before exiting, what did he think of: "Noah, you will take over this intellectual brain in the future." His words were a little hesitant, and seemed to organize language: "Its owner ... seems to lack common sense in many aspects and needs to proper guidance."

"Yes, Your Highness. But with all due respect, you have never cared so much about anyone." Noah used a calm voice to cover up the fact that he was gossiping: "May I know what his relationship is with you?"

It's just a passerby who met by chance, not even a friend.

Rong Heng thought to himself.

But he never bothered to explain to others, so he just said casually to Noah's question: "You don't have to know."

There is only a passerby left and right, and when the person to meet him arrives, he will leave.

There will be no more interaction between them.

When Ruan Shiqing woke up, it was noon the next day.

The warm sunlight came in from the window, covering the bed with broken light and shadow.

Rubbing his swollen temples and sitting up, Ruan Shiqing still had a momentary confusion of memory—he slept in the living room last night, right? When did you go back to your room?

The swollen mind couldn't make him think well, so he simply put aside the annoying problem and walked to the living room barefoot.

The little mermaid woke up early and was lying by the window basking in the sun. Hearing the footsteps, he immediately turned around and greeted Ruan Shiqing cheerfully, "Ah!"

The son of a bitch was lying on the windowsill, and when he saw him get up, he sat up unhurriedly.

Ruan Shiqing stepped forward, rubbed one by one, and said hello, "Have you had breakfast?"

The little mermaid pointed to the empty nutrient tube on the windowsill.

Ate.

"It's so good." Ruan Shiqing boasted, and then went to wash up.

After he left, the little mermaid immediately changed positions, staying far away from Rong Heng, his blue eyes widened and his ear fins open, staring at him vigilantly.

Rong Heng glanced at him and lay back lazily. He didn't take this artificial mermaid's defense into consideration.

Seeing this, the little mermaid relaxed a little, but still stayed in the farthest corner from him, looking alert.

After washing up and having a hasty lunch, Ruan Shiqing started the first day of work.

Today is the first day of the new store opening.

He went downstairs to open the door, hung up the sign of business, and then began to organize his materials and tools-when purchasing furniture, he also bought some of the materials and tools he needed.

Just a few days after the new house, he had already used the fragmented time to read the book given to him by the mysterious man, and had a general understanding of the technological level of this world.

Now, he's ready to validate his learnings.

——The first experimental object is the small robot 09.

After searching and comparing on the Internet, Ruan Shiqing confirmed the model of 09, the fifth-generation pl-3 technology robot produced by Naxi Company.

This type of robot is mainly engaged in technical auxiliary work, not only loaded with a more comprehensive language system, but also familiar with the structure and performance of various electronic and mechanical products in the empire so far. It is a military robot produced by Naxi Company and specially supplied to the military.

Although 09 is obviously a scrapped and retired robot, Ruan Shiqing still has great expectations for him.

He took the tattered and unrecognizable little robot from the storage shelf and placed it on the workbench solemnly.

Then put on the auxiliary electronic eyes and began to disassemble the small robot.

First the mutilated limbs, then the chip-loaded head.

09 didn't turn it off. Seeing that he only had one head left, he finally couldn't help but said, "First, sir, are you going to dismantle me?"

Although he tried to keep his composure, there was still a trembling in his voice: "Although I look a little worn out, I know two hundred and eighty-one languages. Besides Interstellar, I can teach you other languages, you will need me."

The little robot tried to sell itself, but after scanning the storage area several times, it found that its storage area was empty. Except for the language system, other functional partitions had long been damaged.

The red light on the display flashed, and he said in a low voice: "Actually, I am also very good at domestic work."

This is of course a lie, there is no housekeeping function partition in his system. But if the husband is willing to replace him with a new body, he can study again.

The little robot thought sadly.

"Your body is too damaged to maintain its basic functions," said Ruan Shiqing.

"..."

What Mr. said is the truth, and the little robot cannot refute it.

It seems that today is the last day of my life, 09 thought so.

Robots don't understand what it's like to end life, they're a product of machinery.

Mechanical products, without life, naturally have no death.

They just learned the word death by entering a lot of information.

But 09 felt that at this moment, he felt the fear and reluctance before death.

He spoke again: "Sir, after you disassemble me, can you bury my remnant and useless body under the vines by the door?"

He recognized the kind of vine, and its scientific name was Falling Star. Their flowers are unremarkable, but the fruit is brilliant golden, and when autumn comes, they fall into the soil like stars falling into the Milky Way.

Hence the name Falling Star, whose flower language is eternal tranquility.

"I think you can bury yourself,"

Ruan Shiqing said, shutting down the little robot, carefully removing the outer shell of his head, and taking out the core components. Then use a brand new metal material to imitate the shape of the pl-3 robot and remake the body for him.

The body of the robot is not easy to make, especially the joints are very cumbersome.

But Ruan Shiqing has participated in several robot competitions because of personal interest, so this work is familiar to him, and some materials are semi-finished products, but it took a long time to make a basic robot body.

He loaded 09's core chip assembly into the new body and restarted.

The electronic display lights up, a stream of data slides by, and the little robot's voice sounds full of excitement and disbelief: "Am I not dead?"

"Robots won't die." Ruan Shiqing reminded him, and added, "Try to move."

09 Only later did I realize that I not only did not die, but also changed into a new body.

The new body is in human form, about a meter and two high, and is made entirely of golden titanium steel. He tried to take two steps, but the joints were not very flexible because they had not yet been run in and rounded.

He muttered happily, "If only I could have an oil bath."

This is every robot's favorite activity.

But it doesn't matter if there is no oil bath, if you can survive, you are already lucky.

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