Bugs

The wild Ironblood warship and a fast ship from the Takpen Republic formed a joint fleet and entered that desolate starfield.

The starfield was deathly silent, without the slightest sign of life.

Even the nearest star had already entered its twilight years.

Most of the meteorites around them were ordinary iron meteorites with no mining value.

After cruising around the area for a while, the Ironblood Tribe's warship sent a communication to Taber and the others.

"Master, they want us to share the star map with them and then search separately."

After receiving the communication, Steward Corey quietly reminded his young master.

Taber felt slightly disappointed. He had originally wanted to accompany them the entire way, but splitting up to search clearly would not be as effective.

"Did you tell them that the star map came from another civilization and that we haven't finished translating it yet?"

"I did. They said that, to them, what language it is doesn't matter."

Steward Corey spoke with a sigh, making Taber feel the humiliation hidden beneath their indifference.

The written language of the Takepeng Civilization was actually no different from the written language of those natives?

That careless way of putting it made the humiliation in his heart surge even more intensely.

"Then send it to them. By the way, what are they looking for? They want us to search separately—is it the ancient ruins where we discovered the Insect Eggs?"

"No. It seems to be some kind of written language. I'll ask them to send it to us when we transmit the star map later."

"What? They're asking us to find something without even telling us what it is? Couldn't you have taken the initiative to ask before they sent it to you?"

Young Master Taber, already in a bad mood, looked