Highgamer logged off, thoroughly satisfied.
Going to the front line to "resist the bugs" would naturally bring him into contact with a large number of Milta star armors. With the three divine skills of a max-level mechanic, he could easily copy them. Wasn't that far more worthwhile than using resource planets as bargaining chips to exchange for one or two sets of star armor blueprints?
Highgamer went out for a stroll, and sure enough, the space villa assigned to the Garen people was empty again. The negotiations had probably entered a critical stage. Not a single diplomatic representative was willing to give up such a huge opportunity to take a bite of the meat.
As for Madam Hepa, who had constantly urged Highgamer to join the negotiations, she had probably been thoroughly disappointed by his slacker performance as well. He had not seen her for several days.
Highgamer pulled up the electronic menu and ordered a huge spread of delicacies enjoyed by Milta nobles. Then he sat at the entrance of the sky villa, stuffing himself while admiring the scenery of the First Isolation Zone. The "Milky Way" stretching across the heavens was dotted with stars and dazzling beyond compare, but it was actually composed of billions of star armors. Supposedly, the word "star armor" had originally come from some space creatures seeing groups of armored vessels migrating through space and mistaking them for meteor showers. Those spheres, thousands or tens of thousands of meters across, were the meteorites of certain fragmented celestial bodies.
"Not very tasty. The Milta people's food is damn bland."
Highgamer looked at the Milta vegetarian dishes with some disdain. Their shapes were quite interesting, resembling alien plants shrunk tens of millions of times, such as the Fluorescent Tree and Life Vine he had visited before,