Regarding engaging in illegal occupations, Yaleriga neither opposed nor supported it. The long labyrinth of time in her mind had shown her the fickleness of laws and morals. Very few rules are stable. When she encounters an absolutely insurmountable social convention in the corner of her memory, she can always find equally reasonable but completely opposite propositions at other times and places.
When she was young, Yaleriga was still willing to explore and think about these things, carefully listening and examining these contradictory opinions. As her wandering alone deepened, she began to develop feelings for such empty discussions. Tired of it. Gradually she gave more and more love to what she saw. Here, here, at this moment - even a flower accidentally stepped on at her feet seemed to her to be much more fascinating than the discussion in the huge maze. Love, food, or an interesting story, when she focused her whole body and mind on the joys of this world, her instinctive longing for her hometown and paradise faded slightly. She still thought of Deborah Villar occasionally and marveled at her unreasonable enthusiasm. But that's not to say she regrets it, and to this day she can admit that Deborah gave her something. Even though that spoiled little fool had completely crossed her bottom line. Yes, she could even find some voices in the labyrinth of her memory that defended Deborah and argued that infanticide and adultery were not heinous, but she had already separated herself from those voices. It has nothing to do with absolute truth or supreme morality, it has to do with whether she is happy or not.
She is not a person with strong moral restraints, but in fact she rarely breaks the law. That was out of a worry-free mentality, because she did not want to gather followers like her eldest daughter Deborah, or her own direct ancestor Melendra. Sometimes she felt more like Shalansheela running through the woods, wanting only to move toward the inevitable doomsday in free and primitive chaos. But sometimes she felt intensely lonely, longing for the arrival and companionship of a being in the same situation as herself. Her troubles were so simple, but she didn't want to tell anyone of the opposite sex or the same sex who had fallen in love with her. Many people, including Villar, tried to figure out what was going on in her mind, what she wanted. They treated her as an uncontrollable storm and tried to subdue or influence her, but in fact she had always lived a life that she thought was quite monotonous and ordinary, before Jing Huang ate the piece of wall candy.
Before Jing Huang ate the candy wall, she had a huge deposit in Kebeicheng in the name of Yagalai. The earliest 20% of this deposit came from her mother, half of it came from gifts from some suitors who particularly liked her, and the rest came from contracts with variable value products (mainly White Tower Apprentices and Random Spell Boxes) lead time for buying and selling. Participating in this gambling game required sufficient funds, good information, and a sharp mind, and she happened to have both. Although that doesn't allow her to buy more than a dozen artificial planets to raise pets like the wealthy people in Kebe City, it is enough to allow her to live a more comfortable and satisfying life without having to deal with too many people that she is not interested in. .
Of course, that was before Jing Huang ate the wall candy. She couldn't stop him. Even though undiluted concentrated sugar was in principle classified as a dangerous industrial product that was forbidden to be eaten, Jing Huang still chewed it. Yaleriga witnessed this scene with the leader hanging from the ceiling. She couldn't help but want to find some more decent edible desserts, or something that could make Jing Huang chew for longer. As for the leader, he was secretly proud at first (he thought he was very secretive, and Yaleriga was always tolerant of men's acting skills), waiting for Jing Huang to die in some grotesque way due to the violent chemical reaction, and finally But nothing happened. This caused him to experience some relatively violent emotional ups and downs, and in the final stage he returned to rage and recklessness.
"We won't make it easy for you!" He shouted in poor Alliance language, "Sooner or later you will taste regret!"
This sentence sounded neither substantive threat nor entertaining to Yaleriga. She was even willing to hear a few novel vulgar slang words, but unfortunately the other party didn't have that sentiment either. She put the incident behind her and considered how to improve the Silence's driving system. Then she saw the tons of cargo and thought of the ingenious but highly functional small cockpits she had discovered when inspecting the Silence. She suddenly had an idea in her mind: Of course she could use her savings, but if others were rushing to pay for her, why refuse? Although this smuggler who expressed a passionate desire for her could not arouse her interest at all, he had won a precious life. Isn't it worth paying for it with all his worth?
She thought so, so she did it, never thinking there would be any consequences. Although she once considered whether she should strip these criminals of all their weapons and push them into the strangely silent group of "Muhu" who were once enslaved by them. These "Muhu" - she heard the smugglers call them in this Huanwo dialect to refer to them as "conquered livestock" - once had a coherent local development history and created their own language. and art, and have also invented more sophisticated primitive machinery. Nowadays, all of this has naturally been taken away by outsiders, and they are forced to perform operations with the most primitive physical labor, or to serve their new rulers.
It was difficult for Yaleriga to understand the Huanwo people's obsession with handwork and primitive slaves, as if this was a manifestation of some kind of noble status. She thought that she would probably not consider dating a Huanwo person in the future, which was not a pity at all. When the leader glared at her fiercely, she paid attention to the silent and strange eyes of the "Muhu". That kind of gaze not only proves that they have sufficient intelligence, but at the same time is as cold and deep as a beast. Deep down there may be the rage of revenge and the desire to eat the enemy, or the joy of regaining freedom. These feelings can be easily deduced, but at that time, she felt that what she was seeing was something deeper. The owners of these eyes are standing in a unique moment between life and death, as if in the gap between dream and waking, teetering on the impermanent wheel of fate. Even though Yaleriga could easily control, manipulate, or destroy them all, those eyes dazzled her.
She knew that at that moment, that picture would be hidden in her labyrinth, leaving it to the heir who might come one day in the future. This thought made her want to try, to throw the leader, the slave master, and everything they owned to the silent and intelligent beasts, so that she could see clearly what was hidden behind the layers of curtains. It wasn't just about revenge, it was about the overthrow of power, and the balance of life and death that she didn't know how to describe. When she tried to grasp this faint feeling, Jing Huang, who had finished eating the wall candy, also grabbed her wrist.
Yaleriga was a little surprised, because Jing Huang had never done this before. When he tried to attract her attention, he was not used to calling her name, but quickly touched her arm with his right index finger, Light as an insect landing. Normally, Yaleriga would be keenly aware of his subtle hints, but this time she thought she might have ignored Jing Huang's secret signal, so Jing Huang directly grabbed her wrist, as if to stop her hand. lift it up.
"How do I find the security officer?" Jing Huang asked.
Yaleriga looked at him, not thinking that she would hear anything wrong. She asked with interest: "How do you know this word?"
"Piazi." Jing Huang said, "The glowing one shouted."
Yaleriga understood his concise and concise answer. She was surprised to find that the alliance's propaganda policy had such an outstanding success story. Although there were at least 400 calls to the security officer in the 600-episode promotional video, she never thought that Jing Huang would actually record it. Just in case, she reminded him that not all security officers are really glowing, and the actual proportion of Yongguang people in the league is far lower than in the promotional video.
Jing Huang frowned, showing some dissatisfaction with this result. But he still insisted on calling the security officer to deal with it. Yaleriga finally fulfilled his request and taught him how to send help signals and positioning information in the star network. She thought with regret that the sentence for smuggling concentrated sugar was very light. As for all the actions done to the trap tape, since they never really harmed any official alliance members, they could only be classified as environmental destruction. within the scope.
She did not hide these things from Jing Huang, and saw his frown deepening. So she said cryptically: "We can call the security guard later."
After that incident, Yaleriga never asked Jing Huang again, but she did think that Jing Huang understood what she had not said. At that time, his eyes were clearly and unwaveringly looking at the "Mu Hus" by the wall, and the thin white rope binding the leader was swinging in the air. Yaleriga's eyes swayed when she saw the "Muhu" people, and her dreams were on the verge of being broken. But suddenly the dark wind hanging between life and death stopped. The falling white rope threw the leader to the ground. Jing Huang walked up and sat heavily on the leader's belly. Yalerga had seen him standing on a branch that was thinner than her little finger, but now she heard the bones in the leader's body cracking happily.
"Call the security officer." Jing Huang said without emotion.
They did so, but did not meet the incoming rescue craft. When the other party landed, they immediately left with the spacecraft full of cargo. From then on, their story with "Muhu" was over, and the story with the Huanwo people was also over - Yaleriga thought so until an oblate object appeared dark green under the light of the star. , first emerged from an ephemeral black hole, and then began to rotate at high speed, violently impacting the lower part of Silence.
It moved freely in the oxygen-deprived and extremely cold vacuum, and Yareliga couldn't even tell whether it was a living thing or a machine. Then an electromagnetic wave signal was transmitted from the dark green oblate sphere, which was received by Silence and converted into a childish voice.
"Hey, hello, dead people," the voice said, "I'm Killer Little! Huanwo says hello to you!"
