Star Wars: The Silver Pledge

After cutting off communication with Jedi Master Osold, Mastema fell into deep thought.

Sean sat beside Master, also lost in thought.

Judging from the mission information just now, it is indeed the most appropriate to send Master Mostima to carry out this mission. She is not the type who is particularly good at fighting among Jedi masters, but she has profound knowledge and a humble and gentle personality. However, her meticulous and comprehensive thinking mode makes her extremely good at dealing with various difficult and miscellaneous diseases, which is why the nickname of the omnipotent Jedi comes from this.

Moreover, perhaps because of the guidance of the original force, their master and apprentice just studied the Oplovis star area last year, and also learned Qiankun language!

After a while, Mostima said: "Just now Master Oslod sent a more detailed information about the Qian galaxy, let's study it carefully. During this period of time, we need to review Qiankun language, this language is too much Minority, it must be a little rusty if you don’t use it for a year.”

"Okay." Xiao En nodded, called up Master Oslod's information, and began to study it carefully.

Regarding this galaxy, most of the things on the surface have been summarized very accurately: it is remote, but prosperous, has its own independent culture, and is at odds with the Republic.

The information sent by Master Oslod just provided more detailed evidence. However, from the vast amount of information, Xiao En faintly tasted a hint of undercurrents.

For example, the language issue. In the Qian galaxy, the basic language of the Republic can only be regarded as a "foreign language", and the locals use a rare small language named "Qiankun Language" by the Republic.

The grammatical rules of this language are very different from the basic language, and it is very difficult to learn and understand. The process of learning this language together with Master last year was also extremely difficult.

Even in the Republic, except for the etiquette robot equipped with a complete language module, few people are proficient in Qiankun language.

A language barrier leads to a cultural barrier, and a cultural barrier results in a cultural barrier. As a nominal member of the Republic, the Qian galaxy has always maintained a very high degree of independence. Judging from the internal information provided by Oslod, the term independence seems to be an understatement.

The people in the dry galaxy are highly xenophobic, which can also be seen from the abnormal distribution of races. In addition, within the dry galaxy, the voice of secession from the Republic has always been high.

In such an environment, it is really not easy for the Jedi master and apprentice, as outsiders, to carry out the investigation smoothly.

Xiao En couldn't help thinking: So, how does Master plan to investigate?

Rely on the supporters left by Nan Heli in Qian Galaxy?

With the help of local guides, the investigation work can indeed get twice the result with half the effort. For example, the successful completion of Bergamoor's investigation mission largely relied on the brave trial and error of Mr. Squak, an elite agent of the Republic.

However, the situation in the dry galaxy and Bergamoor is not the same, and it may not be a good idea to rely too much on the locals.

Just as Xiao En was thinking, Master Mostima suddenly broke the silence.

"We will take a cruise ship and review Qiankun language with the passengers of the Qian galaxy along the way. By the way, we will find out the bottom, so that we will not be too passive when we get to the place."

"Then I'll prepare to book a ticket." Sean said, turned on the holographic tablet, and began to contact the shipping company that sails to the dry galaxy.

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The master and apprentice chose the boarding place on a tourist trade planet outside the Qian galaxy.

As a transit point between a wealthy frontier galaxy and the Republic, this planet has a very charming and unique humanistic style, but it is a pity that Sean has no time to stay - in order to grab discount tickets, the boarding time he chose was a bit rushed.

After the two masters and apprentices dealt with the shuttle seized from President Bergamore, they immediately boarded this large cargo spaceship with a length of more than one kilometer, and lived in a simple but spacious cabin.

After boarding the ship, Sean enthusiastically began to look at various details on the ship, and soon felt emotional.

"The technical level of Qiankun Group is higher than what the information shows. The structural design of this passenger ship is already very modern."

As Sean said, he couldn't help but took out two slender miniature drill bits, preparing to drill samples on the bulkhead of the ship and investigate the alloy type.

Mostima quickly stopped Xiao En's spirit of research, and said: "Compared to the records on the surface data, the design level of this ship is indeed more than one generation advanced."

Sean turned his attention to a holographic painting in the cabin. Although it was only a cheap artwork, the black and white freehand style caught his attention instantly.

"Interesting, is this the traditional culture of the dry galaxy?"

Mostima said: "It's just one of the countless traditional cultural symbols in the dry galaxy. This style originated thousands of years ago and has no real impact on the current dry galaxy people, but understanding it helps to understand During the trip, you can take the time to study the overall culture of the dry galaxy. But remember to focus on the language, we basically haven’t used Qiankun language this year, and it’s already quite rusty.”

Sean was quite impressed, there is no limit to learning, and if you sail against the current, you will retreat if you do not advance. When he was studying Qiankun language last year, he tried his best to memorize texts and practice oral English. However, in retrospect this year, those efforts have become blurred and chaotic.

"Let's go out for a walk. Familiarity with the language can't be done behind closed doors." Mostima said, and left the cabin first.

There was a lot of noise outside, hundreds of passengers were bustling in the cabin corridor, the restaurant under the patio, the theater on the top floor, and the dance hall next door. Among them were the Jivin who were like scholars, the Aesop who accompanied the Jivin, and the Neimoidians who had already started looking for business opportunities on the spaceship.

But most of the passengers are human, and they have extremely distinct and unified features: black hair and black eyes like Sean; they speak authentic Qiankun language.

In fact, this cheap flight was originally set up by the Qiankun Group for the locals of the Qian galaxy. Sean also took this into consideration when purchasing the ticket before placing the order—otherwise, he could actually find a flight with a more substantial discount .

With the language environment provided by the authentic locals, Sean only felt that the mess called Qiankun language in his mind became much clearer, as if a pair of skilled hands were sorting out all the chaos at an extremely fast speed.

When Sean came to the restaurant on the ground floor with Mostima, he had already recalled the homework he had done last year, and he could barely order food with the waiter in jerky and old-fashioned Qiankun dialect.

Good food is hard to come by during space travel — especially on cheap flights, even in fancy restaurants where most of the food served is canned food with one extra step: hastily reheated and served on large dinner plates Here, it was immediately sold at a high price.

But in any case, even tin cans have the local characteristics of the dry galaxy. Sean felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy while tasting it, as if the slightly greasy dishes awakened the long-term memories hidden in the taste buds.

Mostima was not in a hurry to eat, but looked at Sean's reaction with interest. She didn't say until Sean was halfway through eating, "You are very skilled in using tableware."

It was only then that Sean discovered that he was surprisingly proficient in using the "chopsticks", the default dry galaxy tableware on the dining table. This tableware consisting of two thin sticks is simple and practical, but it is slightly more difficult to learn.

Sean glanced around from the corner of his eye. Many foreign tourists were holding their chopsticks and looked miserable. They had to ask the waiter robot to replace the knife and fork. A Twi'lek even accidentally knocked over the plate with his chopsticks.

Sean, however, has skillfully picked up half a plate of special fried rice with chopsticks.

Sean pinched his chopsticks and pondered: "Master, should I change to a more refined swordsmanship?"

Mostima smiled: "It can be considered, but let's talk about your basic skills first."

Xiao En nodded, while continuing to experience the intimacy flowing from the tip of his tongue and fingertips, while listening to the gossip of the people around him, he only felt that his comprehension of Qian Kun language had improved.

Not long after the dishes were all cleaned up, Mostima stood up and said, "Let's go and look elsewhere."

Sean followed the master and walked around the ship for a long time, library, theater, dance hall - although this cheap flight is cheap, it has all the internal organs.

During the entire voyage, the master and the apprentice came into contact with many people from the Gan galaxy. They have different appearances and temperaments, and even when they speak Qiankun language, there are certain differences in their accents. But they all abide by a unified code, which can be said to be the cultural soul of the Gan galaxy, which is indescribable but exists.

Mostima said: "People in the Gan galaxy have relatively unified cultural beliefs. Whether you browse the records or actually contact them, you should be able to feel that they attach great importance to their families and ancestors."

"The several giant companies under the Qiankun Group are all firmly controlled by a huge family, and the chairman's position has been passed down from generation to generation. In other words, the ruling class of this galaxy is almost monopolized by several family oligarchy."

"But in addition, people in the Gan galaxy also believe that 'the princes and generals have a kindness', and believe that personal struggle can change his class and destiny. It is very contradictory but interesting."

Xiao En pondered for a long time, then nodded. These were not shown in the information, and he felt ambiguous when he understood it himself. After the teacher said it in such a way, he finally gradually felt a sense of enlightenment.

"However, these are just generalities. The theory of family and ancestors is the bone of culture rooted deep in people's hearts, rather than specific appearances. The conclusions must not be applied blindly. For example, you can see that there are counterexamples on board."

While explaining, Mostima pointed to a family of three not far away. A fat young man was berating his elderly parents in public, because the two old people tried to hide the gorgeous tableware in the restaurant and take them back to the cabin, and refused to accept the persuasion of others.

Out of emotion and reason, the young man's scolding was taken for granted, and the surrounding audience also nodded. But Sean also heard clearly, and there was no shortage of objections from the crowd.

"After all, they are real parents, one or two dishes, as for being so serious."

"I think he still feels that he has lost his face, so he ignores the face of his parents. The kindness of giving birth is really feeding the dog."

These conversations made Sean think deeply. But before he had time to think about it, his master patted him on the shoulder and woke him up from his contemplation.

"Don't think too much. Only after seeing a lot can you be qualified to meditate." After Mastema finished speaking, he took his apprentice back to the cabin.

The topic in the cabin changed again.

"Now do you have any new ideas about the murder of the galaxy?"

Xiao En replied: "Just now, I saw no less than a thousand tourists during this journey, but I didn't hear any of them mention Nan Heli's death. This is the accidental death of a high-level board member."

"So, I think there are three possibilities. One is that the existence of the Qiankun Group is too far away for most people in the Qiang Galaxy to pay attention to it."

"The second is that this director may have played an extremely low-key role all the time, so that he was not known until his death."

"The third is that the Qiankun Group has a strong ability to control the public opinion of the galaxy. If you let people think about it, they will think about it, and if you let them think about it, they will not have any thoughts."

Mostima said: "That's right, there is a high probability that there are all three, but the specific situation can only be known after contacting the contact person."

Sean asked, "How do we reach out to contacts?"

"We are already in contact with each other." Mostima smiled, "After arriving in the dry galaxy, find a convenient place to talk, and wait for them to come to us."

Sean froze for a moment, then suddenly realized.

When he bought cheap boat tickets, he used his real identity and that of his master, and he had just met at least a thousand people on board.

If the other party wants to avenge Nan Heli, he should already know that the envoy of the Republic has set off by now.

If you can't even do this, it means that this group of avengers is useless at all. After arriving in the galaxy, he and his master might as well conduct an investigation alone.