Chapter 2905

"Master, I think what he means is that your doctorate has been revoked."

Seeing afra's confused expression, her robot "30" immediately stepped forward two steps and helped her translate enthusiastically in a low voice.

This robot was made by the Black Warrior herself. She once saw Darth Vader assembling him more than once, as if remembering something. The breathing sound of the armor breathing filter was like an 18 handed spaceship engine panting.

Although she didn't understand why, she felt that the Black Warrior had special feelings for the robot. Before installing each part, he would carefully wipe it clean, just like there was sand or dust on it.

But it's imperial parts, cast in the death star's military factory, not picked up from the garbage.

What's more, afra thinks that a high-ranking Sith official like the Black Knight will never have the habit of scavenger, will he? It's probably the illusion of the dark force.

But after the robot was made, the Black Warrior gave it to afra strangely and said some strange words.

"After all, it's not C-3PO... They gave it to you. Make good use of them and continue to work for me."

In addition to this etiquette robot housekeeper with black body and red eyes. The black Samurai also gave her a "space mechanic" robot of the same dark style, named bt-d2. It's said that it's the same style as Queen Amidala's R2-D2, but it's all black with red electronic one eye.

This round headed robot can't speak, but it can help to fly any spaceship and even fight in the air.

Fortunately, there is no doubt about the robot's loyalty after the recognition of the Lord. When afra defected from the Black Warrior, the two robots still followed her and wandered around the galaxy together over the years.

Growing up lonely, she did not treat them as tools or slaves, but as friends.

"Yes, Miss afra, as he said, because one of the antiquities you submitted when you joined the club was suspected of cheating, you entered the stage of pending examination again."

The robot in the counter answers and pushes back the mask submitted by the girl, saying it won't accept it.

"It's the doctor, Dr. afra!" The girl tore off the leather pilot's cap on her head and yelled hysterically: "there must be something wrong! I found the Scutellaria symbiosis on Bush 12, which is one of the greatest discoveries of this century! I have made contributions to the association! I'm bleeding for the association

As she cried, she rolled on the ground and kicked her legs, as if she couldn't get up if she couldn't sell something.

However, the robot just gave her a pitiful look, as if it were looking at a poor lunatic.

Afra also knows that it's useless to splash on robots. These guys' programs are very rigid. Rules are rules. After a while of venting, she took back the mask and put it in her bag to leave.

"It's too bad. If the association doesn't accept it, it can't be sold in other channels." When she got to a secluded and deserted place, she hammered her fist on the wall with hatred. Then she put the Tianling cover against the wall and muttered, "if there is no money, the spaceship will have no fuel, and you will have no spare parts. We will all be trapped in this sponge like hollow ball."

"Oh, master, it sounds terrible. Your degree must be questioned. You must be in a bad mood now. Do you want me to play music?"

The big eyes of etiquette robot flicker, and suggestions are put forward with electronic sound.

Music can always inspire human beings. For example, every time the master hears "the march of the Empire", he feels as if he has been electrocuted. He looks around warily and is ready to fight, just like he is afraid of the dark warrior suddenly coming out of a shadow.

"No! I mean, they're right. I did cheat, but I got through it a few years ago. How do they know today? "

She really regretted it, but it was not her cheating that year, but her cheating that she was found.

"Because I am the one who accuses you, who loves you. Everyone's moral problems will turn into nightmares one day in the future, especially history, which can't be tampered with."

A voice rang out behind her. It was a middle-aged man with a big bald head, wearing a white robe with medals on his chest and a kind smile on his face.

Even if she didn't have to look back, she knew who it was. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth in silence

"Dad! What do you want to do? "

"I'm leading you on the right path, son. Return love and peace to our universe as atonement for your past actions." The man smiles and opens his arms, as if hoping for a hug from his daughter.

However, when she turned around, she didn't mean to hug at all. She just tilted her mouth and put her arms in her hands

"You look like a saint. When I was ten years old, you took me to archaeology, so you left me in the Zerg nest and ran away with the archaeological findings. If the Imperial Army hadn't saved me, I would have become a dung fossil now?"

"It was just an accident." Bareheaded and waving her hands, she asked her daughter not to care about the details: "archaeology is also a rigorous scientific research work. When working, it's not normal to forget some things."

"So when I was 11 or 12 years old, I went through similar situations several times?"

Afra took a deep breath and her eyes became like dead fish.

"But not at thirteen, right?" The man recalled it, as if it was true, but his daughter was lucky and had a big life. She was able to get away from the Tomb every time.

The female doctor raised her face and looked at the ceiling, as if she didn't want to lose control of her expression. She tried her best to calm her emotions: "that's because I went to Imperial Academy of engineering when I was 13 years old, lived in school and never came back home, so that you didn't have the chance to kill me. Your mother was forgotten and died..."

"Well, it turns out that I was wrong. I'm sorry... OK, let's go to the room over there and have a talk. I want you to help me find out about Aldo aspetu."

The man thought seriously, as if he was reflecting on his past, but maybe his brain was too fast. He soon showed a smile again and walked to his office with his daughter in his arms.

For an archaeologist, only archaeology is the most important.

"Aldo aspetu is a myth! Myth doesn't really exist. Stories can't satisfy people! I won't do it. " Although the female doctor was hugged by her father, she refused immediately.

"If you don't help me, I'll submit the rest of the evidence to the association to let them know that your original symbiont was found to have stolen your tutor." The bald father is extremely clever. He knows how to deal with his daughter like a dog.

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