Weird asylum, you're taking in a human being like me?

At this moment, Morrigan suddenly put down her wine glass, and then said in a puzzled tone: "By the way, I remember that the Milky Way is the territory of the shark people, right?"

"Shark people?" The warden asked in confusion: "What kind of race is this?"

Morrigan thought about it carefully, then shook her head and said: "I don't have a deep impression. It seems to be a medium-sized race, and its overall strength should rank around a thousand."

At this time, Augustus suddenly became interested.

He tapped the table twice with his fingers, and then said: "How about creating a conflict, wiping out this race, and then letting your race take over the galaxy?"

Hearing this, Morrigan pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said: "Behind the shark people, there seems to be a big family ranked in the top fifty, but I can't remember which race it is."

Hearing this, the warden took a deep breath, and then said softly: "This is not necessary.

Today, we are not capable of taking over such a large starry sky. "

Hearing what the warden said, Augustus nodded and said, "That's right.

By the way, do you humans plan to participate in this race ranking competition? "

The warden was silent for a moment, and then asked hurriedly: "How long until this qualifying competition?"

Augustus thought for a while and then said: "According to your time here, it will be about twenty years."

"Twenty years?" the warden murmured softly.

After a while, he shook his head and said: "The time is too short, so I won't participate.

And we haven’t even completed the race registration yet, so can we still participate in qualifying? "

Hearing this, Augustus slapped his forehead and said, "Oh yes, how could I have forgotten this?"

At this time, Morrigan suddenly asked: "Mr. Postman, are you humanoids still not going to participate in this qualifying competition?"

Augustus shook his head and said: "The Lord has issued an oracle, and our human race will participate in this session."

After hearing this result, Morrigan didn't take it to heart.

Judging from the strength of the humanoid race, even if they participate, it is probably just a formality.

As long as the status of the silicon-based race does not change, the ranking of the humanoid race will not change much.

It is obviously impossible to lower the ranking of the silicon-based group.

Augustus did not linger on this topic.

Even he didn't seem to care much about it.

Another plate, cup, and cup change, and this feast has come to an end.

During this period, Morrigan told the warden.

There are already other races communicating with the Mother Goddess.

Their army has been assembled, and as long as the Mother Goddess responds, they will immediately pay for the star source required for transmission.

Because the world is already within the coverage of the Internet of Things of Universe Logistics Company.

Therefore, the Universe Logistics Company can build a space channel to the present world from any planet.

Morrigan estimated that it would only take about a week.

The business of hell tour can really be launched.

In other words, it only takes a week before a large sum of money is credited to Xingyuan.

The warden doesn't have much time left.

After the banquet.

The warden asked the hotel to arrange the best suite.

This suite is for Morrigan to live in.

Although Morrigan doesn't necessarily need it, the warden has to make arrangements.

Because it's a matter of attitude.

After coming out of the hotel, the warden began to sign a series of dispatch orders on his mobile phone.

In addition to the necessary resource production, the warden needs to mobilize more manpower.

But no matter how well the warden coordinated, he still felt that there was a serious shortage of manpower.

Morrigan's appearance reminded the warden.

Many inconspicuous things in this world may be liked by foreigners in the universe.

Just like Morrigan loves red wine.

The red wine industry, which has been stagnant for a long time, must also be restarted.

However, producing red wine is not simple.

Although there are also chemically blended inferior red wines as alternatives.

But such low-quality products cannot be given to Morrigan, the old lady.

Low-quality red wine must be available, and fine red wine must also be available.

Watching people order dishes is something that a good person must know.

Judging from the previous experience with cola, red wine should be loved by the entire Mother Goddess Elf clan.

Naturally, the warden would not miss such a good opportunity to cut leeks.

The mother goddess elves are not as poor as those vegetative people.

After a series of packaging, the price of a high-end product like red wine is definitely dozens or hundreds of times higher than that of Coke.

Before the warden left, he did not forget to ask the hotel to send part of the red wine inventory to Morrigan's room.

He guessed that after the banquet, Morrigan would definitely report to the tribe what happened here.

However, the fact was completely beyond the warden's expectation.

Morrigan stayed in the suite for only a few minutes, then disappeared.

When she appeared again, she had arrived at the edge of the solar system.

The army of the Mother Goddess Elf clan is stationed here.

The warships of this family are similar in appearance to trees.

They have lush canopies and green foliage.

Every tree, or every battleship, is extremely huge.

Like green asteroids.

Morrigan came directly to the largest battleship.

On this warship, there are nine other Old Ones from the Mother Goddess Elf Clan.

In the conference room, Marian took out a box of red wine from somewhere.

She poured a small cup for each Old One present, and then taught them how to drink this drink.

The nine Old Ones followed Marian's instructions and began to taste it.

At the same time, Marian repeated the story about red wine that the warden told her to the nine present.

Not long after, the box of red wine was drunk by the ten Old Ones.

One of the Old Ones said softly: "Sister Marian, do you have this thing called red wine?"

Hearing this, Marian shook her head and said: "No, the human called the warden gave me a box.

All are here..."

In fact, the warden asked the hotel to send Marian a total of twenty boxes of red wine.

Hearing what Jasmine said, another Old One said with some regret: "Damn it! I haven't had enough!"

"After drinking this drink called red wine, I felt a lot more relaxed."

After that, several Old Ones began to discuss red wine.

After some discussion, they decided to let Jasmine go to the warden to discuss the production process of buying red wine.

In this way, they can rely on the powerful productivity of the Mother Goddess Elves to produce endless red wine.

Human productivity is insufficient, but the productivity of the Mother Goddess Elves is full.