Ron patted Moss's metal shoulder, making it clang loudly, his eyes filled with immense appreciation.
"Not bad!
"I hereby declare that you are the foremost contributor to the Palatine District, the greatest farming robot!"
"Governor, boohoohoo!"
A teary-eyed expression appeared on Moss's eye display.
After laboring away in the fields for so many years, it had finally earned its master's recognition.
At that moment, it felt that its mechanical life had gained meaning, and it was overwhelmed with honor and happiness!
Moss was a robot from the Golden Age of Humanity. In that era of extraordinarily advanced technology and civilization, it had been permitted to possess rich emotions.
It was even somewhat adorable, seeming rather out of place in today's Hellish Galaxy.
"Are you done being moved?
"If you are, hurry up and take me to the warehouse. Move, move, move!"
Ron was in a hurry.
Like a heartless scumbag who pulled out and immediately lost interest.
He only wanted to get those provisions as quickly as possible. After all, the people of the Palatine District were still crying out for food!
"Yes, Governor. I will arrive at the fastest possible speed!"
Having received its orders, Moss displayed a determined expression on its screen.
It drove the hover vehicle into a sharp turn, then sped toward the warehouses.
It moved so fast that it nearly left afterimages behind.
Ron felt the tremendous acceleration and went completely numb.
If his body had not been enhanced by the Little Sun, he might have passed out on the spot.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the artificial wind kept pouring into it.
"There is... no need to be in such a hurry..."
Soon, the hover vehicle drifted to a sudden stop in the warehouse district of Green Wave Farm.
"We're here!"