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The atmosphere in the carriage instantly became heavy.

Himeko pondered for a moment before speaking:

"Based on past intelligence about the train, it is highly likely that the star core is the culprit."

"It really is a star core."

Qi Ye subconsciously replied.

Himeko glanced at him helplessly:

"I'm only guessing, but you're already insisting it's true."

Qi Ye chuckled twice and didn't reply.

"The situation is unclear; we must send someone down to investigate first."

Himeko's expression returned to seriousness.

"On the seventh day of the third month, the stars, Danheng, and the night of rest."

The four of you will go ahead first to investigate the source of the anomaly on the ground. Be careful.

As soon as he finished speaking, Walter immediately stood up:

"I'll come down with you; one more person means one more layer of protection."

"Don't rush."

Himeko raised her hand to stop him, and said with a light smile.

"This trip is a good opportunity to train the young people."

"You can stay on the train with me and keep Pam company."

Walter stood there, looking at Himeko, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he nodded and sat back down on the sofa.

Qiye saw this scene clearly.

Uncle Yang wanted to get off the train, Uncle Yang wanted to stretch his muscles, Uncle Yang didn't want to stay on the train drinking coffee and reading the instruction manual.

This is a golden opportunity. The customer has the demand, and he has the product; all that's missing is one more step.

He immediately moved closer to Himeko, held up one finger, and adopted a thoughtful expression.

"Ms. Himeko, I think it would be better if Uncle Yang came down with us."

Think about it, no one has been to Arillo-VI for thousands of years.

The information in the think tank is all outdated; who knows what other random things are hidden beneath the star core?

Of the four of us, Danheng is definitely the main player.

Remote support on March 7th was no problem, but Xinggang, who had amnesia, was still figuring things out.

My main responsibilities are selling light cones and acting as a human cushion.

"What if we run into some tough opponent? We need a reliable, capable, and authoritative figure to back us up, right?"

March 7th raised an eyebrow beside him: "It's rare to hear you be so humble."

"This isn't called humility, it's called self-awareness."

Qi Ye remained unfazed.

Himeko held her coffee cup, glanced thoughtfully at Sukiyori, and didn't speak immediately.

Seizing the opportunity, Suya subtly took half a step closer to Himeko, lowering her voice:

"And Ms. Himeko, I completely understand what you just said about wanting young people to train."

But you need a coach to supervise your training, right?

Uncle Yang is the best coach—calm, reliable, and experienced.

They will absolutely not interfere with our performance; they will only try to rescue us if we crash or crash.

Besides, I recently got a new light cone.

This is especially suitable for Uncle Yang; it's a good opportunity to test its effectiveness in actual combat during this mission.

"You see, it trained the new recruits, tested the new equipment, and even gave Uncle Yang some exercise—a triple win!"

Himeko finally turned to look at Welt, who was pretending to flip through a book on the sofa but was clearly listening intently, and laughed:

"It seems someone really wants you to come down with them, and someone seems quite interested!"

Then you can go, and while you're at it, keep an eye on them for me.

but……"

She turned to Qiye, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"If your light cone causes Walter to mess things up."

You'll have to write a 3,000-word self-criticism when you get back!

Qi Ye's smile froze for a moment, then he straightened his back, looking like a hero making a painful sacrifice, and said:

"Make sure nothing goes wrong."

If it gets published, I promise I'll finish writing it.

"Let's go then, stop dawdling."

Dan Heng was the first to get up and walk towards the car door.

The group walked through the train corridor and arrived at the cabin where the landing module was located.

The cabin door was open, revealing two neat rows of seats inside.

Xing was the first to squeeze in and chose a seat by the window.

Then he started touching and feeling around, checking under the seat for any hidden treasure chests.

March 7th sat down behind her and habitually fastened her seatbelt.

He was still muttering, "The landing module isn't bumpy, it definitely won't crash."

Just as Qiye was about to follow him into the cabin, she suddenly turned around and quickly walked up to Walter.

He took out the light cone card that shimmered with a golden halo from his pocket.

He held it with both hands and handed it over, his expression solemn as if he were presenting some kind of official document.

"Uncle Yang, cash on delivery."

"I'll give you the light cone first, and then I'll give you a friendly price with credits, only 10?"

March 7th poked its head out of the landing module and rolled its eyes in annoyance:

"Qi Ye, are you blinded by money? You're even demanding cash on delivery from Uncle Yang?"

"Business rules cannot be broken!"

Qi Ye was righteous and his words were stern.

"Even a single credit point is a transaction, and we treat everyone fairly, young and old."

"Then why didn't you pay for the maid, the Light Cone, that you sold to Lady Black Tower on a cash-on-delivery basis?"

"That's a customized service for high-end clients; it's different."

"What's different?"

Walter didn't participate in their bickering; he simply looked down at the light cone card in his hand.

The proud, upright human figure on the card seemed to be glowing.

He flipped the card over and over again, then chuckled.

Walter looked at Sukiyori, who was holding the card with both hands and looking very serious.

He shook his head helplessly, but still took his phone out of his pocket.

"100,000 credits transferred. Keep them safe."

Qi Ye looked down at the notification that the money had been credited to his account.

Immediately shove the light cone card into Walter's hand.

He grasped Uncle Yang's hands with both of his and shook them up and down, a bright smile on his face.

"Uncle Yang is so generous! Hope you enjoy using it!"

Feel free to contact me anytime if you have any questions; after-sales service is available 24/7.

Of course, side effects are not covered by after-sales service, as we just mentioned.

Before Walter could answer, a gray head popped out of the landing module.

Xing leaned against the edge of the cabin door with one hand, staring intently at the still-present account balance on Qi Ye's phone screen.

Then he began to complain:

"100,000, Uncle Yang's light cone only costs 100,000."

You're asking for 120,000 for my favorability cone, and you even want me to pay in installments.

"Good man, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Qi Ye's smile froze on her face.

He turned his head, met Xing's eyes, and coughed lightly.

"That's because your light cone is a four-star top-of-the-line model, while Uncle Yang's is a five-star entry-level model."

I feel like you're lying to me.

Xing interrupted him.

Are you discriminating against people with amnesia?

"I don't need money now."

Xing took out his phone from his pocket, the screen lit up, and the balance screen had so many zeros that it was dizzying.

She shoved her phone screen right in front of Qi Ye, almost poking his nose.

"Quickly find me another light cone."

I want to buy one too, it has to be better than Uncle Yang's, and more fun than Black Tower's.

Side effects don't matter, I want it anyway.