The Near-Capital Society never forgot to flex its muscles at Ronan, but no matter how strong or real the "muscle" over there was, it still fell far short compared to Grand Duke Zhiping's "fake muscle" above the Polar Domain.
Ronan did not communicate much with this navigation officer, and the other side did not assign him any tasks either. Their relationship had not reached that point yet; confirming each other's existence was enough.
Only after making this whole detour did Ronan finally board the ship.
It was indeed as Wei Su Yi had said over the call earlier: the interior of this vessel was rather crude. Forget comparing it to Wei Su Yi's private airship, which was still undergoing repairs in the dock—even the Rotor Regiment's armed warship was a notch above it.
"This thing is basically a shell wrapped around an engine. Aside from speed, it's useless."
The one who said this was an unofficial member of the team, Ronan's former short-term partner, the inorganic life-form "Nemesis."
At this moment, it had taken on the form of the little metal figure Ronan had seen when they first met. It appeared openly in front of everyone, then nimbly flipped onto Ronan's shoulder like a pygmy marmoset and communicated with him, chuckling:
"I didn't really want to travel far at first, but there are more and more guys I don't want to see over in the Boundary Curtain sector. Running a little farther away makes it easier to find some peace."
Nemesis said a long string of words, yet Po Man and the military liaison beside them sensed nothing at all. Even so, their gazes were drawn by the lively, spirited little metal figure, and they both stared somewhat blankly.
Ronan, however, suddenly understood and replied through the same method of