Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Chapter 156 Entering Hermuel

As it turns out, the Fly-Man evolved from insects into intelligent beings, which naturally gave them IQ and EQ similar to other intelligent beings.

When Morty criticized their system of procedures, they didn't say much because they also felt that some aspects were poorly designed.

The higher-ups are responsible for designing, while the lower-ups are responsible for execution.

Why worry about so much?

Anyway, I'm not the one who's being made things difficult.

But when Morty started criticizing her, she directly attacked her appearance, which constitutes a personal attack and a discriminatory concept in the aesthetics of the multiverse.

How could a fly like that possibly stand up to him?

The fly-man, who had been holding back in front of Morty for ages, grabbed his office supplies and prepared to have a fight with Morty on the spot.

At a critical moment.

The supervisor, who had been called for ages but hadn't come, suddenly appeared at this crucial moment. He grabbed the fly-like man and told him to get lost, then began to apologize with a mix of soft and hard words.

"Hello, I am the person in charge of this customs area. I would like to apologize for the reckless behavior of our staff just now."

"But I must also remind you that as the customs of the Galactic Empire, we handle over a million people every day. Not everyone can act tough here and then just walk away."

The threat in the manager's words was very clear.

Morty didn't take it to heart.

Grandpa gave him a test question that allowed him to do whatever he wanted, and he used a rude and aggressive approach, which naturally had its own reasons.

According to descriptions in some books.

The larger an empire is, the more it resembles a ship that is difficult to turn around. Many existing things and historical problems make it impossible to do many things unless one is an expert in that area.

For example, the three Mortys are trying to enter the country, but it seems they were stopped because there is no data in the database.

So even if this thing has...

There are still various kinds of proof waiting for them.

The first one is infectious diseases!

For example, bacteria that are almost harmless to some alien races may be extremely deadly poisons to others.

Secondly, there is the issue of environmental adaptation.

Having survived the virus, they couldn't adapt to the environment of the A-001 universe and died on Hermuel, which would have been a serious diplomatic problem.

Another example is dietary issues...

There are countless problems like these.

Having just reviewed the hundreds of items in the entry application guide, Morty, who wanted to gain entry to Hermuel legally, decisively chose the simplest and most eye-catching method.

I'm not going to follow the rules!

Otherwise, it would just become a joke about a top assassin who was about to enter the country to assassinate an important figure, but was stopped by righteous employees of the Galactic Empire's customs department.

We must adopt an extreme approach.

For example, they might use their status as a "newly emerging interstellar civilization" to become, in the eyes of others, space barbarians who don't understand what "civilized society" is like.

Next, the fly man will reassure himself in a haughty manner.

Sure enough, after the supervisor listened to his subordinate's report, he put on airs and, with a disdainful look as if looking at a modern person as if looking at a primitive person, casually waved his hand and had someone bring him the expedited entry documents.

After disdainfully tossing it to Morty, the modern man left the scene.

Having gotten what he wanted, Morty stopped causing trouble. He casually filled in various false information on the documents and obtained temporary entry identification.

He entered the room with the giant teleportation portal, grinning from ear to ear.

Morty raised an eyebrow triumphantly at one of the guys who had returned to his post, and before the guy's face darkened with anger, he and his grandfather entered the portal together.

Having experienced countless teleportations, Morty clearly sensed that this portal was different from the one Rick and his friends used when they arrived at the customs portal in the A-001 universe.

Ricks not only miniaturized the portal for easy portability, but also shortened the time it took to pass through it.

The portal on the Fly Man's side should have a delay of four or five seconds.

Morty can see this detail from the holographic clock on the wall.

"You are the ambassadors of the... newly emerging civilization, aren't you?"

A fly-like figure wearing a white jumpsuit and carrying a tablet computer walked into the room with his head down. He almost blurted out his true thoughts, but realizing his mistake, he looked up and saw...

Morty's feet are size 39!

boom! ! !

"Who the hell are you calling a barbarian?"

"Do you want to die?!"

After Morty kicked the guy over, he punched him repeatedly.

Soon, the alerted customs guards rushed in, pulled Morty and the others apart, and asked what had happened.

To avoid this incident of 'humiliating the underling who came to act like a big brother' being recorded,' the customs officials decided to issue three temporary domestic identity cards (A-001) as a way to get rid of Morty and his group.

If we leave this space barbarian who's all talk and no action over there and starts fighting as soon as he arrives here, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause.

It's not that no one wants to teach Morty and his gang a lesson.

Instead, they haven't even completed their registration yet, and they don't even know where their hometown is, yet they've already shut down the ambassadorial delegation?

If this gets out, the Galactic Empire will lose face, and the president will probably have to get involved personally.

So let Morty and his two companions enter for now.

Once registration is complete, and they become a subordinate civilization of our Galactic Empire...

hum!

I'll show you what sanctions are!

Meanwhile, Morty, who had already boarded the spaceship, was receiving praise from his grandfather.

"Excellent, excellent! Using their status as a newly emerging civilization to do things that don't follow the rules, and taking advantage of their pride as the world's number one power, they've been constantly walking on the edge of losing control. Well done!"

"Absolutely!"

"Now that you've grown strong enough to handle things on your own, I'm going to go have a chat with my old flame later. The assassination is yours to do alone."

"Um...Grandpa, are you sure you want to do this...?"

Upon hearing that Morty would have to act as his nanny again, and that the grandfather, who had other matters to attend to in Hermuel, trembled, an aura emanating from within.

With eyes full of trust and expectation, he reached out his weathered hands and firmly grasped Morty's hands, asking a resolute question in a tone of absolute trust.

"Comrade Morty! Can the organization trust you?!"

Moody was instantly transported to a certain era by the atmosphere, and tears welled up in his eyes. He gripped his grandfather's hand tightly, his teeth chattering with emotion, and said in the same resolute tone, "No! I can't trust him! Please, Grandpa, be my babysitter!"

"roll!!!"

Chapter 157 A World Layered Upon Layer

In the end, Grandpa didn't stay to work as a nanny.

After the spaceship arrived at Hermuel's airport, Grandpa quickly blended into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

Morty and Tzeentch were left standing blankly in the bustling crowd, because... they didn't know the way!

"Xiao Qi, what's our next step?"

"How the hell should I know? You're talking like I'm a local!"

"That's right! We can just find a local to show us the way!"

After being reminded by Tzeentch, Morty and his companion pretended to be completely unfamiliar with the area and unaware of the space barbarians using certain AI services. Led by a 'kind' local, they headed towards the Galactic Empire's Subordinate Civilization Administration.

Along the way, Morty ignored his mission and focused on observing everything around him.

As the core planet of the Galactic Empire, it holds too many important things and naturally needs more people to maintain them.

So, the ground?

There's no ground left!

The soil of Hermuel is tens of thousands of meters away from where Moti is, and this distance is completely hidden by the tangled buildings.

Generation after generation of construction has increased the habitable area of ​​the entire planet by at least hundreds of thousands of times.

According to the principle of dividing into upper, middle and lower layers.

Walking through the upper-level buildings, Morty saw that the Fly People all looked like elites among men. Everyone was clean and tidy, and their clothes were mostly made of expensive fabrics and were hand-tailored, which took more time and money.

On your wrist or neck, you must have one or two pieces of jewelry, necklaces, watches, etc., made of valuable materials but with antique craftsmanship.

When walking, he stands upright, looks straight ahead, and has a half-sincere smile on his lips.

Bored by the daily lives of these upper-class fly people, Morty turned his attention to other alien races.

And while we're at it, we also need to appease this 'kind' local.

Listen to the probing between Tzeentch and the local.

Morty couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

He guessed that no matter how weak the Galactic Empire was, the arrival of the ambassadorial delegations of three newly emerging civilizations in Hermuel without any prior notice would inevitably lead to them sending people to monitor or welcome them.

So let's start from when we boarded that ordinary passenger spaceship.

Morty knew that they would only receive average treatment at best.

The fact that no one came to greet them upon arrival indicated that their actions as space barbarians had greatly displeased the Empire.

Most importantly...

Surprisingly, there were kind and talkative locals in this upper-class area.

This is so weird!!!

In other words, isn't it just that I'm a country bumpkin who went to the capital of some country and caused a commotion in the rich area, and then some guy who looks like he's rich and powerful was willing to lead the way for them?