Now, Can I Have a Blanket?

Li Aoz's friendly words caught the eye of the Steel Elf, and he immediately began to talk to Li Aoz:

"You're right. If Queen Saphirino were to travel on their Star Luck Spaceship, she'd be so furious she'd make the Balino Palace rise from the deep sea and then destroy their company—by the Steel Court Tree, that flight attendant is terrifying, and the ship's filtration system is as rotten as horse piss, I'm about to die of discomfort..."

Although Li Aoz's memory of the Imperial language was unclear, Elvish was one of the essential languages for Spellcasters, and he was especially familiar with Elvish mythology and culture.

After all, he had plundered two High Elf planets in his previous life... or rather, he saved Star Abyss from the clutches of "society"! Li Aoz chatted and laughed with the Steel Elf guy, completely ignoring the flight attendant next to them. The two deliberately spoke loudly, attracting the attention of many people.

"Hello, sir, please do not make noise—"

"Your pronunciation is so weird!"

She tried to stop him, Li Aoz immediately waved his hand and said, "I don't understand your Imperial language. It has no grammatical structure of any Fixed Time Domain —you're not from the core area, are you?"

He repeated this sentence several times in Tanas Language, Imperial, Elvish, and even Dragon languages, causing all the passengers on the spaceship to look in his direction.

The flight attendant from Galexie immediately turned green, but since Li Aoz was chatting and laughing with the 'foreign master' she saw, and their relationship was very cordial, she didn't dare to lose her temper.

Seeing her standing there awkwardly, Li Aoz felt she was getting in his way and, too lazy to pretend any longer, immediately waved his hand.

"(Annihilation Language) Give me a blanket, mortal things."

As he spoke, he deliberately rolled up his sleeve, revealing his slightly porcelain-like arm—the yellow markings of the Elai Ling Race instantly shone.

"This is... a spirit rune—"

The flight attendant's expression changed instantly; she immediately recognized the other person's identity as a Spirit Clan member. She quickly bowed and apologized, saying, "I am very sorry, esteemed Narrative Citizen. I was presumptuous. I sincerely apologize for my despicable behavior. Please forgive my actions; it was all due to my narrow-mindedness that I failed to recognize your distinguished identity..."

"(Annihilation Language) Speak human language, I don't understand your language."

Li Aoz, resting his chin on his hand, said dismissively:

"(Annihilation Language) You'd rather give an ice cream to a High Elf than give me a blanket. That's probably the root cause of why your Empire will never be able to expand into the Auster Nebula —narrow-minded, arrogant, short-sighted, and like cannon fodder attached to the narrative, you think you're the master."

As he spoke, Li Aoz's charm was unleashed without reservation, echoing throughout the economy class and immediately winning the favor of everyone around him.

"That woman is such a snob..."

"I never expected their flights to be so bad. I'll never fly with them again."

"We're a developed civilization, yet they still engage in racial discrimination. If she hadn't run into a brick wall this time, who would know how many people she's discriminated against in the past!"

"How annoying, Kaitai Star Transport is trash, they've ruined my good mood."

The flight attendant's forehead gradually broke out in a cold sweat, and she repeatedly explained:

"No, that's not it, it's just a misunderstanding—"

However, seventy percent of the passengers on this flight were Tanas Race the White Candle Star.

"That pretty young woman, she spoke Tanas Language at first, right? She's one of our own!"

"What do you mean? Does the Galaxy Civilization discriminate against us Tannhauser?"

"Damn it! Don't think we're easy to bully just because we've become independent from the Crystal Tower! My grandfather and father are veterans who returned from the Galaxy Eye! They killed more than forty Night Butterfly Japanese soldiers on the battlefield! Don't think that discriminating against us will end well!"

"We White Candle People may be poor, but we're not afraid to die in battle! If you're so capable, come with us to the Galaxy Eye Meat Grinder for a day!"

Another voice shouted:

"I'm going to report this to President Lioz! I want their operating license revoked!"

The condemnation intensified, and under the charisma of Li Aoz, the nationalist consciousness of the White Candle People was gradually aroused. Although most of them were just mortals of the Gamma-rank, at this moment, they all bravely questioned the citizens of the first-class civilization.

This change was even beyond Nefes's expectations. She quickly contacted Nalia: "Miss Nalia, the situation has changed. Lioz is being surrounded by people..."

"I know, the Gambler just predicted it."

Nalia pondered for a moment, "Don't rush, we haven't reached the jump star field yet... Wait a little longer, I'll activate the backup plan."

"Yes." Nefes sat down and then noticed that the Ta tribe man, who had been quite frightened by her just now, was now red-necked and passionately denouncing the discriminator.

"Get out! You racist!"

"Narrative lackey!"

"I've already written a complaint letter to President Lioz, you damned thing Night Butterfly raised! Aren't you being too lenient with me?!"

The flight attendant immediately cowered at the sight, especially after noticing that several of the Tower Clan mages had grim expressions and their eyes were gleaming with demonic light. She quickly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I apologize for my actions..."

"What are you apologizing for?" Li Aoz said innocently. "You just did what every Galexie does: racism."

"What happened?"

The first mate entered the economy class cabin, looking bewildered, when he was immediately met with a group of menacing gazes from the Tower Clan. The ordinary Civil Aviation pilot immediately shrank his shoulders and said with a wry smile:

"Let's talk this out..."

"You Galexi people are racist!" A Ta tribe woman immediately rushed up to him. She was incredibly strong, like a ball of flesh. She grabbed his sleeve and started yelling:

"Look at your good employees! Pretending to be deaf and dumb, looking down on people, and now they're playing the victim. How were you so self-righteous when you were discriminating against that young man—'You don't deserve a blanket if you can't speak Imperial English'—Holy crap, how shameless are you? Your skin isn't golden, it's discolored. No wonder you're so tall and thin. Your ancestors for eight generations were Ochumelov, weren't they? You've got some nerve! You've got some nerve! You've got some nerve!"

As she spoke, she immediately slapped the first mate several times.

The tall, thin first mate was nearly knocked over by the older woman. Just as he regained his footing, he was beaten again. He quickly put on an innocent expression and said pitifully:

"No, Auntie, please listen to me—"

"Auntie, right!" The middle-aged woman slapped her hand angrily again. "Auntie! Auntie! What gives you the right to assume my age?!"

"Excuse me, ma'am! Ouch! Madam! Ah, no, it hurts so much—girl, girl, please stop! Stop hitting me!"

The first mate was on the verge of tears:

"The one who's discriminating is that flight attendant. Go ahead and hit her! I'm just a boatman, what does this have to do with me!"

"Tell me, are you a leader or not!" the middle-aged woman shouted boldly and without restraint.

"Uh, let's say it is—"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the woman swung her fist, as big as a clay pot, and jumped up, smashing it directly into the first mate's face.

"I knew it! Look at your shifty eyes! This is a classic case of 'like father, like son'! Here's a couple of punches for you!"

"Oh, don't do that, Auntie, I still have to sail the boat—uh."

"Auntie, right? Auntie! Auntie! I'll call you Auntie!"

After the commotion, the flight attendant dared not stand any longer. She knelt down respectfully and pleaded with Li Aoz, "Sir, please don't make things difficult for our co-pilot. The responsibility for this matter lies with me personally. Please don't involve our company."

"Your apology is worthless to me."

Li Aoz said boredly:

"If you really want to be sincere, cut your hair."

"You--"

The flight attendant's eyes suddenly turned blue. That long hair wasn't just a beautiful decoration; it was also part of her body, used to operate the machines and maintain her balance.

For the Galeksi, cutting one's hair essentially means being rendered useless and unable to work for a considerable period of time; this treatment is reserved for criminals.

However, upon seeing Li Aoz's nonchalant expression and the angry gazes of the surrounding Tower Clan passengers who shared the same hatred, she could only, with blue eyes and trembling hands, grab her long braid and hold it tightly. With a violent tremor in her body, the nerve bundles on her scalp immediately fell off on their own.

Snap!

The flight attendant collapsed to the ground, her hair no longer tied up. She couldn't stand up for a while, so the older woman let go of the co-pilot and had others called over to drag the discriminatory person away.

"I am so sorry to have made you go through this."

The co-pilot, whose head was covered in bumps and who was 2.5 meters tall, had to kneel down on one knee to be at eye level with Li Aoz. He said with great apology:

"Please tell us what compensation you need. This was our oversight, and we will definitely improve our service and attitude in the future. There will be absolutely no more discrimination..."

"I don't need compensation. Money doesn't mean anything to me."

Li Aoz shrugged.

The co-pilot was stunned. "So you want to..."

"I'd like to borrow a blanket."

Li Aoz said.

"Blanket?"

"It will be quite cold during the flight. Please take a card and give it to the lady on C-198. She has a child with her and needs to keep warm."

Li Aoz repeated what he had said.

"Co-pilot, may I ask for a blanket now?"

"... Are you sure? Just for this?" The co-pilot asked incredulously. "You just need a blanket, and you're borrowing one, not even for yourself, but for another passenger with a child?"

"Otherwise what? I think this is a matter of principle. Helping women, children and the elderly is a basic responsibility that even an ant colony without consciousness should have."

Li Aoz said strangely:

"If even a civilization like ours has this, why would you, as Galexi people, find it strange? Shouldn't those uncivilized people be from your so-called 'first-class civilization'?"

"... You're not Narrative-level person?" The co-pilot was taken aback.

"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"