Chapter 680: 287 How to Use Mimili Correctly
“Catherine, are you all right?”
Yang Ming frowned as he looked at Catherine, who had just connected the communication.
The background behind her was still the familiar corner of the ship’s cabin, with another outer space patrol of Emperor Star occurring every three days.
“There shouldn’t be a problem,” Catherine said with a gentle smile, her face slightly pale. “I saw the doctor yesterday and got so dication to relieve stress. Just two drops in my al every day will do.”
“Still can’t get it out?”
“Not only can’t get it out, but all supermodified people have to gather at Emperor Star in batches,” Catherine softly humd. “We need to strengthen thought imprinting. You better continue with genetic instability and not get involved in this.”
Yang Ming looked at Catherine with concern, a hint of pondering in his eyes.
If he could divert Catherine’s attention, it might relieve her current condition.
“Catherine,” Yang Ming said, “although this might put you in a difficult position, I was thinking if you could regularly summarize the political events happening on Emperor Star that you hear daily for ?”
Catherine pursed her lips and looked at Yang Ming for a mont before speaking: “But my patrol area has now changed to ordinary residential areas, further away from those nobles. I’ll help you gather information from the supermodified people. So have already been assigned as guards to the prince and princess’ estates.”
“Hmm, then I won’t thank you.”
Yang Ming squinted and smiled: “Do you get any ti off from this job? Or have they told you when activities might return to normal?”
“For now, there’s no such news. But I heard that the order for supermodified people to establish at Emperor Star ca directly from the Emperor to the Elder Court, not from the elders themselves.”
Yang Ming nodded.
Actually, Lyu over on the New Federation side had already gathered a lot of intel.
Ever since the Emperor returned from an expedition, his mindset seed to have subtly changed.
And the only thing the Emperor did differently from usual was…
He summoned Yang Ming.
Yang Ming certainly wouldn’t flatter himself by thinking that the Emperor’s search for presence within the Empire had anything directly to do with him.
He truly hadn’t done anything for the Emperor.
After chatting with Catherine for a while, Yang Ming exhausted every thod he could think of to help relieve her ntal stress, including reading storybooks to her, telling jokes, watching cody movies together, and discussing topics Yang Ming wasn’t even interested in.
When the patrol ship was about to return to the airport of Emperor Star’s surface, and Catherine reluctantly ended the call, her complexion had improved a lot.
Yang Ming could feel that she had beco more reliant on him under her current circumstances.
This was actually quite nice, at least satisfying his bit of male vanity.
As Catherine’s image disappeared from view, Yang Ming sat there in deep thought.
The Empire was undergoing changes that could brew storms, with these storms blowing from Emperor Star across the entire Empire’s territory.
This was dangerous.
But at the sa ti, it was an opportunity.
If the political landscape of the Empire remained the sa, Yang Ming felt that he had peaked at his current level, only able to improve his rank and title through large-scale conflicts in the future.
Moreover, the appointnts from the Elder Court and Military Departnt hadn’t co down yet.
However, entering Emperor Star as a supermodified person… seed pointless.
That nagging segnt of Faya people’s thinking resurfaced in Yang Ming’s mind.
Faya people seed to have seen a ford light cone.
Going to Emperor Star was an inevitable event.
From the context in which the Faya people’s thought segnt spoke, it could be inferred that he was likely to encounter danger once he reached Emperor Star. The advice given by this thought segnt was to rely more on Little Lyu and to remain calm and thoughtful in everything.
Should he ‘seek wealth in danger’?
But what wealth could he seek by going to Emperor Star?
The last ti, the Old Emperor had given him a badge, but in reality, the Old Emperor hadn’t achieved his plan. That badge was rely a ans to buy people’s loyalty.
Yang Ming folded his arms, propped his legs on the control panel, and looked at the stars skimming by outside the bridge, falling into contemplation.
“Your girlfriend is pretty.”
Mimili’s voice floated over.
Yang Ming turned his head to glance at Mimili and laughed: “Awake?”
Today, Mimili was still dressed in shorts and a short shirt. She seed to have a fondness for this hot pants, sassy girl style.
026 brought in a sumptuous dinner with two tracked robots.
Yang Ming stretched lazily, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the ‘dining table’—the dining table was a tracked robot with its head removed and the load-bearing plate raised.
Two more tracked robots rushed over to serve as seats for 026 and Mimili.
026 smiled: “Miss Mimili, try my cooking. See if I’ve improved!”
Mimili tasted the vegetables and imdiately gave 026 a thumbs-up, generously praising him, making 026 slightly embarrassed.
“It’s all the boss who taught .”
“Uncle can cook?” Mimili asked in surprise.
“A little,” Yang Ming picked up a piece of braised pork made by 026, its taste full of hotown flavor. “But my cooking thod is inefficient and has long been obsolete in the interstellar community.”
Mimili blinked: “How long are you planning to date this ti, Uncle?”
Yang Ming calmly changed the topic: “Why do you insist on seeing Valkyrie?”
“Curiosity,” Mimili laughed. “Previously, my father and I counted you as allies in defeating that monster.”
Yang Ming hit the nail on the head: “Do you also want to use her genes for self-modification?”
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