With hatred, Chalon directed his Timik Guard to protect Casto to the apron. When they got there, they quickly boarded their own spaceship and left without waiting for their allies to arrive. This seemed to be uncharacteristic, but it was a pleasant thing for the Camino people, so after he received the news, he said: "It is a wise choice for the Timiks to take the lead, which not only saves us from the embarrassment of being monitored, but also avoids the two sides' conflicts again. As for whether they can tell the whole thing notarized and objectively after they go back, it is not something we can control. After all, the son was wronged and the father was reasonable, he would have some grudges in his heart, not to mention that the person was Ronderlin, and he would definitely not give up."

Things that followed were developed, as Savi had expected, Chalon, under Casto's instigation, told his experiences in a vivid way, and blamed most of the blame on the other party. Although Ronderlin knew that his son's words were hydrated, he still chose to believe him and took revenge in the future.

After the Timik left, the hall returned to peace. At this time, in the left half of the area, Nareta and Scarface began a conversation before the execution, and in the right half of the area, Savi also found his target, the somewhat scared governor of the "Babel" Modiz.

When they met, the Adras was sitting on the ground, with his hands tied to a fence, lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and shivered all over. His mouth kept muttering, sounding unclear, as if he was praying for something. Because he was too focused on this, Savi couldn't even notice it even when he walked up to him.

The Camino did not rush to interrupt him, but waited for a while with his hands behind his back. Seeing that the other party was too attentive, he had to cough twice, which made the other party notice him.

"Yeah..." Modiz was shocked, stopped praying, opened his eyes, and gradually looked up.

First, he found that the other party was slender and his lower body was covered with a wide dark brown robe. There were many strange symbols on the robe, which looked like the words of a certain race. After his vision was raised, he saw a white breastplate, which in addition to functional accessories, also had a very eye-catching dynamic emblem. The scene depicted above was a scarlet blood moon rising from the ground plane. Surrounded by the surroundings were the capital planets of the various federations. They were small and dull, forming a strong contrast with the huge red moon. Only when the red moon rose to the top, these planets would rotate clockwise around the red moon, and at this time they could emit the glory they deserved.

‘Is this the extremely mysterious organization called the 'Red Moon Society', known as the 'Regime Subversion' of the Galaxy?!’

While guessing, he continued to move his eyes upwards.

The collar of the breastplate is very special, deep and tall, like a bamboo head that was slanted. This design is just to protect a slender and pale neck inside. Modiz looked upward until he reached the maximum elevation angle of sitting, and then he saw the top head. The most special and most eye-catching one above is the towering head fin on the top, which is like a crown, firmly placed there. Below is a pale face, but a pair of big and agile eyes, which look like two black agates embedded from a distance. The nose in the middle is similar to a fish nose, with no bridge of the nose and no nose wings. It only has two gaps in the position, connecting it downwards to the thick lips. The ears evolved into two small holes on the left and right, which inevitably makes people feel that there is something missing on the face.

As an official sent by the "Alliance" to each report, he can meet people of all races in the central "Sanctuary", so he is not unfamiliar with this appearance.

"You are Camino!" Modiz blurted out.

Savi smiled and praised: "I am worthy of being a diplomat in the 'Union' and recognized my race at a glance."

"But you are not, you are not already..." Modiz wanted to speak but stopped. Was he?"

"Yes, I just want to say this."

"Mr. Modiz, there are always exceptions in the world. If I don't mind, I hope we can sit and chat for a while.

"You want to say that all of us tribes should have been exiled to the edge of the Milky Way, why did they still appear here?"

As soon as Save finished speaking, two robe attendants brought a chair to each of them.

After the Camino sat down gracefully, he also warmly greeted Modiz to sit down: "Please sit in the chair so that we will feel more comfortable when we observe each other."

"I'm happy to accept your invitation, but..." Modiz shrugged helplessly with his hands hanging on the fence.

"Oh. I was negligent." Savi turned to a servant and ordered: "Go and open the handcuffs of the Governor."

The servant nodded, walked over and removed the handcuffs after a few strokes, and then mixed Modiz into his seat.

"Thank you, it's much more comfortable."

Modiz expressed his gratitude while moving his legs.

"I think you look bad, do you need something to drink?"

"Of course, if it's convenient for you."

"I have a refreshing drink, I hope you like it."

As soon as Savi reached out, the servant immediately handed over an open metal cup. He took it with one hand and leaned over to Modiz: "This is the juice of the Star Fruit, please use it slowly."

Modiz hurriedly thanked, took the cup and drank it all, and then handed the empty cup back to the servant.

"It seems you're thirsty."

"Sorry, I'm rude, please forgive me."

"There is no need to apologize, it means you are very real and honest. I like to communicate with people like you."

Gentle words and sweet juice made Modiz feel much better. He stopped being nervous, sorted out his face and began to sit upright and talk to the other party.

"I am so frightened to you for your praise. Now I will listen carefully to whatever you want to say to me."

"Okay, I'll tell you the reason now." Save thought for a while and then said: "Since you know our race, you should know what we live for. Unfortunately, after the empire and the First Order successively destroyed, the Kronin, which we depended on, became sin, and was ruthlessly strangled like the owner of the Force. The current rulers describe what we do as the root of disaster and determined that if we had not provided the Kronin army, the Republic would not be replaced by the imperial dictatorship, nor would there be a series of subsequent problems. This is really nonsense. We just provide products, and those Kronin are like guns and cannons, and there is no difference from the robot legion of the trade alliance. Just because they have a mind, they are considered extremely dangerous. To put it bluntly, but

It is the people in power who are worried that someone will use this power to subvert the existing system. You know, if we don’t know, Camino Star was forced to abandon, and all Camino people were moved to the edge of the Milky Way to engage in spice collection. This seems to be a human arrangement, but for a race like us who is sexually reproductive, the inability to carry out cloning activities means overall death, and this move is undoubtedly a chronic massacre. Unfortunately, most Camino people are cowardly. They know nothing except researching cloning technology and do not know how to resist. Only a few people like me will not sit and wait for death. So we gathered together, secretly formed a secret team, and recommended me to be their heads. After a long period of planning and after paying a heavy price, I finally escaped there."

Speaking of this, Savi stopped, took the cup from the servant's hand, and started to drink the juice.

Taking this opportunity, Modiz asked tentatively: "Are you the only one who escaped?"

Savi put down his cup, nodded sadly and said, "Yes, I am the only one."

At this point, Modiz did not ask again. The reason was that the pheromones captured by his fan-shaped perception belt contained a lot of sadness and anger. This was obviously a red flag, indicating that the other party had emotional fluctuations. The outside world only needed to exert stimulation, which could lead to a big emotional outburst. In order to avoid this, Modiz chose the simplest and most effective method, which was to shut up.

This method worked very well. After a brief emotional buffer, Savi returned to his pre-conversation state. He smiled and thanked Modiz, which surprised the Adras.

"Why do you want to thank me?"

"Because of your understanding, I didn't get out of control."

"You mean I didn't ask any more questions, right?"

“Yes, that’s important.”

"This is entirely due to my racial talent, so please don't have to thank you for this."

"Hahaha..." Savi smiled heartily and praised: "The Adras are indeed a race that people like, and they are even better people to talk to, so we should be friends and good friends."

Modiz immediately smiled and agreed: "Thank you for your kindness, and I am willing to be friends with you."

Savi suddenly changed his face and asked seriously: "Does this come from your sincerity?"

"Well, of course..." Modiz answered a little reluctantly.

"You don't have to answer me so quickly. Think about it first and wait until I finish telling the story."

"Okay, please continue."

Savi sorted out his thoughts and then told his story: "After escaping, I went to find several old customers who had been working with for many years, but in order not to offend the 'alliance', they all refused to provide help. There were also many whistleblowers, and I almost lost my life for this. After this road was not working, I decided to find another way to find the former Cronen army officers and soldiers who were regarded as the remnants of the previous dynasty, just like me. This time, I succeeded. The people found joined one after another, and soon the momentum grew stronger. Others who had the same experience as us also came from all over the place and became part of the team. In order to attract more people and to legalize the actions, we formally established a religious trade organization in the name of Lord Hugot, Doron Star..." He pointed to the emblem on his chest, and said proudly: "It's it, the Blood Moon Society."
Chapter completed!