Transform into a human

The checkpoint outside Esfri.

Deeful and Qiqi were enjoying a wonderful holiday without having to take care of their little darling, but before they even had a chance to get on the flight path, Deeful received a message from Winona herself.

She opened her eyes helplessly: "Winona has gotten into trouble."

Qiqi, who was planning her vacation, suddenly felt like the sky had fallen.

"No!!"

"The bad news is that, according to the little ancestor herself, a block of Windmill City was destroyed, and she bears some responsibility for it."

"And what's the good news?"

"Yue Lai didn't intend to push all the responsibility onto her."

"That's good, that's good."

Qiqi was relieved; she felt as if the holiday that had just died had come back from hell and was beckoning to her.

"But things have become complicated, and Yue Lai's firm will be burdened with an enormous debt as a result."

"What's the big deal? We'll see how well he completes the tasks. If the old patriarch can advance to the Star Constellation level, the family can spend whatever it takes, even if it's hundreds of billions or trillions of New Federal Dollars."

"The problem is, the Windmill City self-governing committee paid the money for him."

Qiqi was stunned.

"It's artifact conversion technology, and others have their eyes on it too."

The North Wind System is a behemoth; even the Loan family alone has hundreds of millions of family members distributed across various star systems in the Andromeda constellation, and they have penetrated into various industries.

Diefu and Qiqi are core retainers of the family, but their responsibilities do not extend to politics, so they are not very clear about the North Wind faction's schemes regarding the technology to transform relics.

Moreover, the Luo An family's current focus is not on this.

"Inform the head of the family; the other families will be interested in this news."

Meanwhile, in Windmill City, Crown District.

The Crown District covers an area roughly the same size as the surface of Windmill City, while Hoffen's Dragon Nest only occupies the western part. To the east of the Crown District, from a distance, it looks like hundreds or thousands of "little bells" are hanging there, but upon closer inspection, these "little bells" are actually huge spherical buildings.

This is the location of the self-governing committee—"Stars".

Inside one of the stars, Qi Nanke, the rotating vice president, reluctantly put down his teacup.

"The immortal species are so annoying. They pull up the radish and bring out the mud with it if you make the slightest movement."

He was referring to Yue Lai's friends. After all, people are "social beings." Although Yue Lai is not a human, he has lived in human society for hundreds of years, and the network woven around him extends to every aspect of Andromeda.

Not long ago, the autonomous committee had just made some moves when those ruthless people from all walks of life flocked to it and showed their defiance—for example, Kui Wang Ye Ru, she alone was enough to give the committee a hard time.

Although they hadn't originally intended to do anything to Yue Lai.

"That's not how you use that Imperial proverb," ​​Tristan Hayes said sternly. "Aren't you an Imperial citizen? Why do I have to teach you?"

"I only have an Imperial name; my mother is a true noblewoman of the Republic."

"He was a former nobleman of the Republic," Hayes corrected, "Stop bringing up your damn noble lineage!"

Qi Nanke finally got down to business:

"The North Wind system should have received the news by now."

Do you think they'll even bother with you?

"What if? We're not some small force. What if a family wants to cooperate with us?"

The Federation is too powerful, so powerful that even the weakest of the three factions, the North Wind faction, can easily crush Windmill City. And even the North Wind faction itself wouldn't dare to monopolize the relic conversion technology, so why would the Autonomous Council covet it?

He just wanted to use this opportunity to get in touch with the federal government.

The dispatch of sheriffs by federal and local states and counties is not limited to Windmill Town, where Yue Lai lives; it is happening almost simultaneously in all spatial nodes within the federal territory. This is a very clear signal.

The federal government can no longer tolerate Windmill City.

This is why Qi Nanke's underhanded tactics did not provoke opposition from Yue Lai's friends, such as Hayes, within the committee.

Windmill City must save itself.

Hayes snorted coldly. Now that the goodwill had been expressed, all they could do was wait.

"It's truly frustrating; we can only hope for the charity of the strong."

Stop talking nonsense.

"No matter what, Yue Lai has the technology. You'd better go and apologize to him."

"Is there no justice? Is there no law?!" Qi Nanke cried out indignantly. "We already paid for his money, and now we have to go and apologize!"

Hayes merely raised an eyebrow: "Or what? You develop a relic conversion technology? If you could, I'd kneel down and polish your shoes for you!"

Qi Nanke: "Alright, alright, I'll go, okay?"

"Goodbye and don't come back."

……

……

Esfri, Bismarck.

In fact, the North Wind faction began to take action before the hearing was over, but this behemoth was a bit too bloated. Not to mention communicating with the Central faction and the Imperial faction, it would take a lot of effort just to coordinate the interests and power distribution of the six major families within itself.

After all, it is true that the technology for converting cultural relics has broad prospects, but its initial investment must be astronomical, and every aspect requires negotiation by various specialists.

The most important person, responsible for liaising with Yue Lai, has just been selected.

Governor-General Esfri, Helian Bingwen.

Just by looking at his name, you can tell that he comes from the Helian family, one of the six great families. The chief researcher and vice president of the Federal Research Foundation, who is almost at the level of sainthood, also has the surname Helian.

As a regional governor in the central star system, which is close to the center of federal power, Helian Bingwen's rank is already close to the pinnacle of administrative officials. The next step would be the deputy minister of a cabinet department. If he wanted to become a political official, he could even run for a seat in the Grand Council in the next term.

But at this moment, this important figure stood respectfully in front of his desk, while the seat that was originally his was empty.

"I understand, you want me to contact him in person?"

"The Autonomous Committee is reminding us that other civilizations may take advantage of Windmill City's unique characteristics to make contact with Yue Lai ahead of time."

"So that's how it is... What's the family's bottom line this time?"

"We have no bottom line."

Helian Bingwen suddenly felt that these words were very unfamiliar. What does it mean to have no bottom line when negotiating?

The other party provided an explanation:

"There are differences between sainthoods. The sainthood of the great inventor, once achieved, is among the strongest. Do you understand?"

Helian Bingwen's heart was filled with turmoil:

"So that's how it is..."

"Therefore, there is no room for error. If the negotiations fail... you can go to the frontier to mine."

There was no sound from the seat, as if no one had ever been there.