"Since they're not Asura Race lords, should we go collect the docking fee?"
A staff member of the Dark Star Merchant Guild quietly asked his companion.
If they were Asura Race lords, they naturally wouldn't dare approach.
But if they weren't Asura Race, they couldn't let them off so easily.
They got a cut from every docking fee they collected!
"Forget it. Better to have one less problem than one more. They're flying an Asura Race ship. What if they're connected to some bigshot from the Asura Race? Going over to collect a docking fee would just be asking for trouble."
His companion answered in a low voice.
To them, even an Eighth Order—or no, even a Seventh Order—Asura Race powerhouse counted as a bigshot.
If they could avoid offending them, they should do their best to do so.
"Good point."
His companion nodded.
The situation in the Death Ring was now completely different from how it had been during Human Race rule, more than ten thousand years ago.
During Human Race rule, aside from refugees, members of the Human Race rarely entered the Death Ring.
But nowadays, it was common for Asura Race Warriors to enter the Death Ring on missions.
Like the great purge ten thousand years ago.
While the two men were talking quietly, they saw a Human Race Warrior in blue armor, carrying an ancient-looking metal longbow on his back, walking toward them.
"Where on this planet can I refuel a Superluminal Speed spaceship?"
Innocent asked the two staff members coldly.
The clan leader had told them that when they were out, they didn't need to be too polite to strangers.
Especially strangers weaker than themselves.
Otherwise, people would think they were easy to bully.
"Our starport can refuel spaceships, but the energy for Superluminal Speed