Merlin pondered for a while, but in the end, he still did not agree to the burly man's request. The warship's hatch remained tightly shut.
"Lord Merlin, rest assured. Once you reach our First Fleet, you will never regret joining the Resistance Army. Only the First Fleet is the hope and future of the Resistance Army!"
Bereo also attached great importance to Merlin—or rather, to this fully intelligent Empire-Class Warship. An ordinary Empire-Class Warship was already an immensely powerful military asset within the Resistance Army. Moreover, Merlin's warship was no ordinary Empire-Class Warship. It possessed a fully intelligent system. A powerful assault warship like this required no one to operate it at all, which was of enormous use to the severely understaffed Resistance Army.
If they could crack this fully intelligent system, the Resistance Army would no longer need to worry about training people to operate warships. After all, not just anyone could control a warship. Only specialized personnel trained over long periods could operate one.
"Where is the First Fleet stationed?"
Merlin asked directly. Clearly, he had no intention of continuing to trail behind those armed spacecraft.
Bereo said at once, "The First Fleet's station is rather far away, but with your warship's speed, you can still get there quickly. There's no need to be polite with those scoundrels from the Second Fleet. Just shake them off."
Bereo clearly loathed the Second Fleet. Every mention of them filled his face with disgust. One could well imagine how deep the conflict between the First Fleet and the Second Fleet ran.
Despite such bitter hostility, they had somehow managed to coexist peacefully. It was likely due to the deterrence of the Plane-Class Warship possessed by Mederick, the leader of the Resistance Army.
If one day the First Fleet or the Second