Looking at nearly twenty soldiers around her raising their electromagnetic guns, Tilan raised her right hand.
"Can you put down your guns? We an no harm." Although she wasn't afraid of these weapons, if a fight broke out, it would surely lead to endless trouble.
"Hmph." After seeing the faces of the four, Sheldon's expression remained unchanged, but his hostility wasn't as intense as before.
"Put down the guns? Leave the engine room first, then we'll talk." He had the soldiers surrounding them make way, though it was unclear whether he did so out of goodwill or simply to avoid damaging the invaluable engine during a battle.
The four slowly walked out under the aim of the guns. Among them, Loloria seed indifferent, Ores looked sowhat puzzled, Celestia was cautious and distrusting of mbers of the Slami Association.
After the four completely exited the engine room, Sheldon imdiately had the area sealed and blocked the entrance, preventing them from returning to the engine room. Only then did he have so leisure to converse with them.
"Considering you're sensible enough, I won't hold you accountable this ti. Thank the Slami Association's rules. If it were any other organization, you'd be silenced." He spoke arrogantly.
"Can we assu you intend to claim these ruins and the ship?" Tilan combed the strands of hair by her ear and asked.
"Your choice of words is quite aggressive and dissatisfied, young lady." He glanced at Tilan, although surprised by her appearance, he felt a sense of hostility.
"With your beauty, you must be descended from so special species, huh." To him, those species powerful only due to innate advantages were scorn-worthy.
"Indeed, this place originally doesn't belong to us, but since you call it ruins, naturally it doesn't belong to anyone."
"To use such a crude principle of 'finders keepers' to attack is simply laughable."
"We, the Slami Association, possess sufficient knowledge, personnel, and strength to complete the developnt of these ruins and use them for the rebirth of this world. It is our mission to master it, rather than yielding it to ignorant species like you." He seed to have no fondness for all newborn races.
Quite a dignified tone, Tilan thought.
"Aren't your mbers also from various newborn races? Why are you so hostile toward us?" Tilan was puzzled.
"Oh, that's a question I'd like to answer." For other questions, Sheldon might simply drive them away.
He walked slowly, hands behind his back, in the corridor.
"What do you think a kindred is? Similar genes? That's quite a primitive view, especially in the Fifth Epoch, with genetic modifications prevalent, bloodlines don't hold any sanctity. I can freely alter the genetic sequence of my descendants, just like you, but this doesn't change them being my heirs."
"Our Slami Association values shared understanding and great ideals rather than so-called genetic bloodlines. An alliance built on knowledge and consensus far surpasses your narrow bloodline theories." Tilan was amazed that he actually spoke such an advanced theory.
No wonder the Slami Association in the South Continent is far stronger than various race settlents in the North Continent; with this consensus theory, they can easily accommodate different species. Plus, many people's bloodline talents are not prominent due to hundreds of years of intermixing among newborn races, they don't benefit from bloodline talents but are constrained by racial identity instead.
Such ideology from the Slami Association undoubtedly broke many barriers, united more mbers, and was highly beneficial for future expansion.
According to Flan's account and recollection, the Slami Association now has widespread basic education and comprehensive talent cultivation and retirent plans, enabling their personnel strength to continuously grow, even having surplus to undertake ocean voyages and travels.
If given another hundred years, they might really unite this planet and gradually restore technology afterwards.
"I see..." Tilan thought for a mont, choosing not to argue further but instead yielding to his opinion, and left the ruins.
"Really not taking that engine? Although it's hard for interstellar navigation, it's still good for research." Loloria felt a bit regretful.
"You already said it can't be used for navigation." Tilan shook her head.
"Even for research, our camp lacks the basic conditions, be it laboratories, equipnt, or personnel." If the Slami Association could really research sothing, she would ask them then. Growing up in the Rose Federation as a Songstress, she had considerable chips to exchange with them.
Loloria was sowhat confused by Tilan's sudden abandonnt, Ores remained clueless, and Celestia felt a bit regretful, as she actually wanted to see what kind of effect the engine would have.
Speaking of ships, the Silver Wings have them too, but they also cannot leave this planet. This secret is unknown to other species, even within the Slami Association, it's only speculated.
After leaving the ruins, the four prepared to rest overnight nearby and return tomorrow.
At night, Tilan sat by the campfire, a thin layer of blanket spread underneath her. Ores lay sleeping on her thigh, Loloria rested with closed eyes on a tree crown. At this mont, only Celestia hadn't slept.
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