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In the silent autumn night, the shock generated by the transition of the interstellar train drew a shining white light, and the train was firmly parked at the port of the planet Sorrento.Passengers passed the exit in an orderly manner and merged into the rushing flow of people.

It has been 11 years since the Milky Way Calendar entered the Star Sea Era. Although this is just a drop in the ocean in the long years of human beings, it is a memorable year for everyone who has experienced Star Wars, because the little prince of the empire has passed through 11 years. After his disappearance, he finally returned to the land of the empire.And 11 years after the emperor died in battle with the crown prince, and 11 years after her majesty the empress stared at the senate and supported her independently, the empire is finally about to usher in a new emperor—Noah Puintis.

The entire empire was immersed in joy, but the last old man who stepped out of the carriage sighed heavily.He stood alone by the viewing platform and waited for someone, with an old suitcase in his right hand and a very old-looking book in his left arm. His whole body exuded a decayed and old atmosphere.

Soon he found the person he was waiting for. It was a tall young man, his upper half face was covered by a wide hat, and the lower half of his face was covered by the turned-up collar of the windbreaker, revealing only a shallow part of his face. Light flaxen hair tips.

His eyes glanced at the old book held by the old man, but he quickly looked away casually: "Grandpa, have you thought about it yet?"

"I'm just an old man who is about to die, what are the consequences..." the old man suddenly laughed when he said this, "whatever the consequences can only be borne by you young people."

After the old man laughed, his whole body relaxed, sweeping away the gloomy atmosphere just now.The flaxen-haired young man remained silent, and then walked into the train without saying a word. He will take the same train back to the Imperial City tonight.The old man laughed heartily behind him: "Practice your craft well after you go back, don't embarrass the old man!"

There is a square in the western part of Sorrento, on which stands a huge statue made of blue crystal, and the inscription below it reads: In memory of the greatest mech master Rodin in the Galactic Era.

The old man greeted him with a nod, and staggered across the square, turning into a side alley, the nameplate had been corroded and barely visible: Rodney.He put down the box and opened the big rusty iron door with difficulty.The house is full of all kinds of waste parts, it is a grocery store.

Lock the door from the inside, the old man did not turn on the light, he slowly sat down on the old rocking chair in front of the windowsill with a book in his hand, thought for a while, and drew the heavy curtains again.The room was pitch black, and when the old man opened the title page, faint starlight overflowed from the pages. He turned the pages one by one, and the faint light of the stardust gathered into a sea of ​​sand, gradually converging on the top of the page to form a gorgeous star map. Interlaced with starlight, weaving a unique light and shadow.

It was the masterpiece of Luo Ting, the greatest mech master in the Galaxy Era. It was the first time that human beings used their spiritual power to weave starlight into patterns. For thousands of years, countless people wanted to unravel this star map. Take a look at Luo Ting. The last message below.

However, no one has succeeded so far.

The old man's fingertips rested on the last part of the introduction, where it was written:

When I look up at the starry sky, the starlight is far away. I recall the way I came here countless times, and I am always amused by the memories.When I unravel the nebula, comb the turbulence, and weave the starlight into a bunch, I hope that one day you can see this same starry sky.

I promise to abide by the law of time, not to change the past, not to change the future.

One day, I will return to Xinghai.When you see me again, I hope you won't blame me for leaving without saying goodbye.

This passage was ambiguous and vague, and finally left the imprint of the star map and stamped Luo Ting's seal. It has been speculated countless times for thousands of years, but it still cannot explain the mystery of Luo Ting's disappearance.

The old man inserted his hands into the ethereal starlight, and the starlight stayed between his skinny fingers, and then flipped and jumped along the guidance of his fingers. After a while, a weak force broke through the imprint on the page, and the starlight suddenly flourished.The old man raised his head, and in front of his eyes was a brilliant starry sky, and every star was shining brightly.

The starry sky turned into a vortex, so gorgeous that it was impossible to look at, but in an instant, everything slowly disappeared, stardust fell down one after another, and the room returned to darkness.

He unlocked Rodin's star map.

The old man looked at his hands in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he had just done.His hands were shaking so badly that he turned on the light after several attempts.

At the end of the introduction, Xinghui's imprint has disappeared, replaced by a line of coordinates.The old man called up the star field map from his optical brain and checked it again and again, but the coordinates were nothing but nothing.

What does the message left by Luo Ting mean?

There was a sudden noise outside the house, as if someone had hit his iron door.This is particularly noticeable in the silent night, the old man put the documents aside and planned to go out to have a look.