Chapter 1121: Tactical Relocation
Engineer Gao approached Lieutenant General Turwen with a look of astonishment.
This seemingly serious Galenese high-ranking official was lying on a deck chair on the deck, basking in the sun.
Engineer Gao raised his head and saw a warm winter sun hanging high in the sky. Hadn't they said Galen Technology specialized in being "big, clumsy, and crude"? How had they even managed something as delicate as "stellar-environment simulation"?
The lieutenant general naturally wasn't basking in a real sun, but in the warm-air system that came with the starship.
Perhaps because of their abundance of metallic elements, the Galenese particularly enjoyed high-temperature environments—and not ordinary high temperatures, either, but temperatures hot enough to melt most metals. That was why the place where many wealthy Galenese bought the most villas was actually observation stations on the surfaces of stars.
"You're here."
Lieutenant General Turwen stood up. His body was made of steel and iron—literally—and was red as a branding iron, radiating waves of heat. A strong "burnt iron" smell hit Engineer Gao in the face.
However, three meters from Engineer Gao, the smell abruptly vanished, as though it had never existed.
"Hm?"
Lieutenant General Turwen was somewhat surprised. This kind of "iron stench" wasn't easy to eliminate. In fact, it could be considered a chronic illness among the Galenese, and only high temperatures could alleviate it.
Engineer Gao didn't bother with pleasantries. He pulled over a deck chair and sat down opposite the lieutenant general in an unceremonious manner.
"I'm going to the Milta Federation? I didn't hear that wrong, did I?"
"No." Lieutenant General Turwen shook his head and said seriously, "The full list of envoys hasn't been finalized yet, but at my request, your name has already been added."
"Why me? Or rather, what am