No. 12 Marus shivered slightly.

Even under the fiery light of the main star, he still felt a little chill coming from behind.

Especially when he thought of the plan proposed by Marus No. 2, he walked in the middle of the road and couldn't help but curl his back a little bit again.

He glanced around him secretly.

The tall Proxima Century on both sides of the road obviously disdained to pay attention to the Marus in the middle of the road.

As for the Marus in the middle of the road, they looked gray under the burning light of the main star, as if they were walking on the hot road mechanically, and they obviously had no mood or energy to pay attention to him.

"call……"

The Marus breathing hole of No. 12 opened slightly, exhaling a deep breath.

Then, he accelerated his pace and followed the route of travel prompted on his watch.

He doesn't have much time.

If the so-called daily necessities cannot be purchased in the evening, he would probably be directly executed in front of a group of Marus like the previous No. 1 Marus.

...

Time passes minute by minute.

The road became narrower and narrower, and there were fewer Proxima Centauri on both sides, leaving only Marus, who was expressionless in the middle of the road.

No. 12 Marus turned his head and glanced casually.

When he saw the number of Marus in the center of the road, his three pairs of visual organs couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

so much?!

He raised his head, looked at the only dark black, round cake-shaped building in front of him, and swallowed gently.

These Marus should be here to purchase supplies for those top Proxima Centaurs, right?

Before he could think too much, he was pushed into the round cake-shaped building by the Marus behind him.

Following the guidance on the watch, he walked along the way.

Finally, I stopped in front of a clean and tidy shop.

Looking at the tall and spacious facade in front of him, he couldn't help but stop.

This is his first time to purchase supplies.

Therefore, he didn't know what he should do next.

Go straight in?

Or wait at the door?

Or is there a small door dedicated to Marus' walking?

He didn't know anything.

The smooth skin on the top of the No. 12 Marus's thinking organ continued to appear, and the tension and anxiety were visible.

"Hello!"

A shout came from the shop in front of me.

The slightly loud voice scared No. 12 Marus trembled.

He quickly raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A tall female Proxima Centauri looked at him, and a round curve appeared on the top of her thinking organ.

That was the smile of Proxima Century.

Smile?!

He was a little at a loss for a moment.

Is this smile released to yourself or to someone behind you?

He subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

There is no figure.

"Hey! It's you!"

The sound came again, and at the same time, a sound of footsteps came.

"Are you here to purchase supplies from the incubation center?"

The female Proxima Centauri bent down slightly, and the curve of the top of the thinking organ became more and more obvious.

She whispered: "If so, come in. Calculate the time, those adults should also send someone."

grown ups?

No. 12 Marus sensitively sensed the name in the female Proxima Centauri's discourse.

He quickly raised his head and glanced at her clothes.

Well...the quality of the clothes is not good.

It seems that this female Proxima Centauri belongs to the lowest-ranking group among the normal Proxima Centauri and the largest number.

That is, the so-called ordinary people.

Even so, her status and his status seemed to be separated by a barrier.

It is no exaggeration to say that these are two classes with very different differences.

No, in more rigorous terms, it is equivalent to two species.

After all, Marus has no gender and cannot reproduce.

Therefore, some doubts emerged from his three pairs of narrow visual organs.

He had never seen Proxima Century who would smile at Marus.

"Are you from the incubation center?"

It seems that because Marus No. 12 had not spoken, the curve of the top of the female Proxima Centauri's thinking organ gradually faded, and instead, a little slight wrinkles appeared on the skin on the top of her thinking organ.

"Ah, yes, I'm here to purchase supplies for the incubation center!" No. 12 Marus gave up thinking and responded quickly.

While speaking, he swung his weak and short forelimbs and placed it on the top of his thinking organ to show his respect for the Proxima Century in front of him.

"Come in." The female Proxima Centauri turned around and said softly, "No need to give me such a big gift, I am just the most ordinary Proxima Centauri."

No. 12 Marus was a little surprised, then lowered his forelimbs and stepped into this slightly high-end store carefully.

"What supplies do the adults in this incubation center need?"

The voice of the female Proxima Centauri came.

Hearing the question, he responded quickly in a respectful voice: "I will pass on the list to you now."

As he said that, he stretched out a forelimb and started operating on his watch.

A few seconds later, the female Proxima turned her head and glanced at the monitor beside her.

"Okay, I received it."

"There are a lot of things, just sit and wait for a while."

After saying that, the female Proxima turned around and walked towards the warehouse behind the store.

In the huge shop, only he, the thin Marus, was left.

He looked at the clean chair beside him and gave up the idea of ​​sitting on it.

He dared not.

After all, there are some things that these Marus were born to be unworthy of touch.

...

The waiting time is particularly long.

No. 12 Marus raised his forelimbs, looked at the time on his watch, and his eyes showed a little concern.

Time is a little tight.

Suddenly, a sound of conversation came from the warehouse behind the store.

"Marus from the incubation center is here to purchase supplies again?"

"Yes, I'm waiting outside now!"

"You left him outside alone?! That's Marus!"

"…What's wrong with Marus? Aren't they all Proxima Century?"

"You! I've told you so many times! Marus is the lowest, and they don't even deserve to call him Proxima! Okay, you don't have to argue with me, go out and watch that Marus!"

“…Oh, OK.”

The voice of the conversation came to an abrupt end.

Then, there was a series of footsteps getting closer and closer.

No. 12 Marus opened his breathing hole slightly and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

You should come and drive yourself away?

That's right.

As Marus, how could he be treated like this?

While thinking, layers of fine folds appeared on the top of his thinking organ.

"sorry."

A slightly faint voice from the female Proxima Centre came: "You don't have to take my father's words to heart."
Chapter completed!