Chapter 1105： Important news

There is no war, every day in the pioneering and enterprising, the Ailan Hill astronauts in space, work is still very comfortable and free.

The Mayne Space Station is a transit station responsible for communication and information collection. Although it is not large in scale, it is definitely not small.

According to the standards of the earth, its volume is about the size of five international space stations, and the internal space is even larger.

The astronauts here are actually very leisurely. They can get supplies on time here, and the content of their daily work is relatively easy. Moreover, most of them are **** puppets and do not need any entertainment or physical problems.

A **** puppet is leaning on its position, saving its energy consumption in a similar dormant state.

One of the only three human astronauts on the spacecraft, the station master in charge of this space station, is sucking a bag of herbal tea specially packaged by the astronauts.

He was floating in the air, leisurely and contented, so uncomfortable: after all, there are still a few weeks before he can return to the Ailan Xiris ring for vacation.

"Transmitting information at this time... the group of orcs are really diligent." Looking at the computer screen in front of him, a dialog box suddenly appeared, and the **** puppet said in a hoarse voice.

He clicked to accept the confirmation, and then he saw the progress bar rapidly moving from left to right.

As a human being at war, he yawned and said casually: "Isn't it, Yuanhang 3 has just replenished them with supplies? Hundreds of tons of supplies, and 300 new orc pioneers."

Just now, a row of reentry capsules fell into the atmosphere, rubbing against the atmosphere and leaving rows of comet tails.

Thinking of these re-entry cabins, but they were all transported from far away Ailan Xirisi, the station master felt painful.

So he said with emotion: "That's all gold! Even if you send eggs here, the price is almost less than the same weight of gold."

"Now gold is no longer a precious metal! That's just a luxury metal. The most expensive thing we have now is the magic spar." The **** puppet smiled hoarsely, then shook the mouse and placed it on the confirmation button.

"Isn't it? The consumption of magic spar is too big. I heard that according to the current consumption rate, the magic spar reserve of Ailan Siris can only be used for more than 100 years." The webmaster took the conversation and said Said.

"Isn't there Yuexiris?" Another **** puppet on duty interjected at this time.

The stationmaster stretched out, and threw the herbal tea in plastic packaging in the air: "Ha! There are not too many Yuexiris, I heard that adding them together, it can consume at most 170 years. "

Seeing that the information has been transmitted, the **** puppet clicked the mouse on the confirmed button, and then said with emotion at the same time: "That's really a problem."

After speaking, his whole person was stunned there, stopped for about a few seconds, and then suddenly said: "I said... the stationmaster! You better come over and take a look at this!"

The master of the space station floated behind the **** puppet disapprovingly, and put his hand on the shoulder of the **** puppet.

He adjusted the floating knowledge, then looked at the screen, and at the same time smiled and asked: "What? What happened? This is the information just transmitted from the ground...Oh my God! The gods are here! Come on! fast!"

Speaking of this, because he was too anxious, he just remembered at this time and changed his breath, and continued to order: "Send the news just now to Ailan Sirius! Use the fastest speed!"

"I'm already doing this." The **** puppet looked at the progress bar that had sent the message, and said to the webmaster behind him.

The webmaster who has been staring at the screen subconsciously muttered: "From today onwards, Moyu No.2 may have to be renamed!"

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"Hiss!" An NASA staff member on duty pulled a piece of paper from the printer, stood up and walked out of his duty room quickly.

He walked through the quiet corridor and hurriedly walked to the door of his immediate boss's office.

After tidying up his clothes and buttoning his neckline, he reached out and rang the doorbell next to the door.

With a sound of pressure relief, the heavy door opened automatically. He carefully squeezed the piece of paper and walked to the desk of his boss: "A minute ago, the news just got!"

"Are they sure?" The man with Jiang Xing on his shoulder solemnly raised his head and took off his glasses.

"Not yet, but if we wait for confirmation, there may be no clear news the day after tomorrow." The staff member on duty replied.

"Then let someone confirm it immediately! In addition, send this news to Lord Merion, and copy another copy to your Majesty!" The general thought for a while and ordered carefully.

Seeing his subordinates turn around and go out, he grabbed the phone in front of his desk and said, "Orange special line! Pick me up with Starring Morris Naval Port, Master Merrien's office."

After a brief silence, he said: "My lord, the news that I just got is that an unknown reserve of magic spar has been found on Demon Domain 2 planet!"

"Is the news accurate?" On the other side of the phone, Merrian was also shocked by the news, and asked: "Nothing can go wrong with this kind of thing!"

"I have been verified by someone... but this kind of thing, without the support of Hinghuan, can't be done." The general organized a language, and then he explained what he meant by calling.

Hearing what the other party said, Merion also realized the crux of the problem. Without Starring and the spacecraft belonging to Starring, there would be no way to verify this news.

So he opened his mouth and said: "You are right, I understand, I will immediately arrange the spacecraft to use the jump technology to transport the relevant equipment to the Demon 2 planet!"

"I hope it is true this time." The general with glasses said hopefully.

"Yeah, I hope so too." Merrian's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly: "If we find a new reserve of magic spar, then many of our problems will be solved!"

At almost the same moment, Chris received the report on the planet Demon 2 from Luther.

He glanced at it, then glanced at Luther: "If this news is true, what do you think the planet Demon 2... is called? The city of gold? The spar vein?"

"Perhaps, naming it Ferry is in line with convention." Luther suggested: "It is the hometown of Marshal Lawnes. He will love it."

"...You, you!" Chris gave Luther a virtual nod with his finger twice: "It will always look like this!"