Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

The next morning, Sifos returned to the conference room on the starship and dialed Adjutant Qiu's number.

Ten seconds later, the video link was connected and Adjutant Qiu's face appeared on the big screen.

Seaforth propped his chin up and said lazily, "Good morning, Qiu. Oh, sorry, I forgot it's night time there."

Seeing the background behind Adjutant Qiu, Sifos said in surprise: "Are you still in the office? You are so dedicated. It's great to have an assistant like you."

Adjutant Qiu looked at him expressionlessly and continued typing on the computer: "Is there anything you want me to do, sir?"

"How clever." Seaforth snapped his fingers.

"Send some men to bring me a thousand rope guns."

Adjutant Qiu paused typing, looked up at the man who was still playing with the child, took a deep breath and said, "You have been out of touch for half a month and have shown no interest in military affairs. When I thought you had a change of heart, the first thing you said was to ask for money. May I ask why you would need a thousand rope guns in such a remote and secluded place? Including you and the child, there are only 20 people in total. Don't tell me you recruited a non-staff army there."

Xu Weiwei: Great, great...

Facing such a powerful fire attack, Sifos raised three fingers. Xu Weiwei and Adjutant Qiu looked at the three fingers in surprise, wondering what they meant, when Sifos spoke.

"It's not the first sentence. I clearly asked you for something in the third sentence. The first two sentences were all about caring about you and praising you."

Adjutant Qiu/Xu Weiwei: "..."

Perhaps realizing that the adjutant's patience had reached its limit, Sifos quickly said in a serious tone, "I can explain. These 1,000 guns are..."

Five minutes later, Adjutant Qiu took a pen and tapped on the notebook: "Okay, I understand. If this is the case, not only the rope gun, but also the supporting things are needed, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll send a small warship tomorrow to deliver it to you."

"Well, is there anything going on in the military district these days?" Sifos asked casually.

"Thank you for remembering to care about your own military region. Apart from knocking out the 12th Army's teeth during a sparring match, blowing up three of their carriers, forgetting to take off the mechanical exoskeleton during training and causing internal bleeding in your teammates, and breaking into the female hot spring pool to catch a crazy Lulumon, everything has been fine."

"… I'm glad you're alright. I have something else to do so I'll hang up first."

Sifos quickly cut off the video call, then picked up his daughter from the cradle and kissed her: "Weier, come on, how about Daddy taking you to the swing? There is a very big tree over at the sacrificial site..."

Xu Weiwei: It's not easy for Adjutant Qiu, in many ways...

After going out, seeing the team members who were training, Sifos remembered that he had not told them yet, so he gathered them together: "A batch of rope guns will arrive here in four days. These guns will be given to the locals and they will use them when picking herbs. We will need to teach these people how to use them. Learn the Gudel language that will be used for the instruction in the next few days, and make sure to explain it clearly and teach them all. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

After the disbandment, the team members started a discussion.

“Why are they being taught this?”

"Didn't you listen to what the boss just said about using it when they picked herbs?"

"Grass is grass, medicine is medicine, and what is 'herbal medicine'?"

The medicines they had seen were either in the form of tablets, pills, capsules or liquids, and they had never heard of the word "grass" being used together with the word "medicine".

"I know, I know! Didn't we see a lot of people and horse-drawn carriages heading in the same direction a few days ago? The uncle and auntie at my place also went there. When they came back, I asked them and they said they went to dig herbs. I forgot what they said, but the general idea was that some herbs can be used as medicine."

"real or fake?"

"Really! I saw him lift up his trouser legs, pick a few leaves, chew them up and apply them to the scrape on his knee. The next day, the wound had scabbed over."

"Wow!" Many people exclaimed it was magical.

"Come to think of it, on the first day we arrived, the golden liquid that the priest applied to Baoer's body was 'herb'? I seemed to have heard the word 'herb', but I'm not sure."

"That should be it..."

When they came back at noon, the chief saw Sifos and pulled him aside and said, "Mr. Sifos, please tell me in advance before your people come. You should know that our planet has some ways to avoid outsiders. Although I don't know how you successfully found this place last time, others may not have such ability, so just in case, let's prepare to welcome them."

Sifos nodded: "Okay, thank you for your help."

During the meal, Sifos kept feeling that he had missed something. He replayed the chief's words in his mind, associating them over and over again, and then suddenly he remembered.

What the Chief meant by what he just said is that the Starship's departure or crash is indeed their subjective decision, and they have ways to control it. When his people arrive, they will shut it down or cancel it in advance so that his people can log in smoothly.

Then he wouldn't have to ask the driver to do that kind of extreme operation, which meant that this trip was absolutely safe! Then he could ask his wife to come and meet him!

But what if the pirates crash into us again like they did last time... a small warship won't work. I have to tell Qiu quickly to get him to switch to a bigger one. The more conspicuous and majestic the better. Plus, he has his subordinates with him. Unless the Federation launches a massive invasion and can teleport, there will be absolutely no problem.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Sifos quickened his eating speed, quickly finished his meal, put the bowl down with a snap, picked up Xu Weiwei, and strode out: "I'm full, but I suddenly remembered something, so I'll excuse myself first."

The chief's wife looked at her husband and asked: What happened?

The chief shrugged and responded: I don't know.

After going out, Xifusi couldn't help but jog, and then he ran faster and faster. Xu Weiwei was wrapped in Xifusi's chest, bouncing up and down with the frequency of his running. An inexplicable urge surged up. Xu Weiwei tried to hold it back, but couldn't hold it back. She opened her mouth and uttered a series of electronic sounds.

Hearing his daughter's voice, Sifos stopped quickly, thinking that she was feeling unwell. But he found that when he stopped, his daughter also stopped. As soon as he ran, his daughter cried "Ah~~~~".

It turned out that she just thought it was fun. Sifos was amused by her daughter's cuteness: "Our Wei'er likes sports, right? Then Daddy can run faster."

Huang Mao happened to meet him and waved to him standing on the roadside: "Hey? General, have you eaten? What's wrong?"

Siphos flew past quickly without stopping.

"...Running so fast."

The wind blew Huangmao's bangs, and the dust blinded his eyes. What shed from Huangmao were not tears, but broken hearts, piece by piece.

"Hello? Good evening, Qiu!" Sifos smiled brightly, his chest heaving due to the intense exercise, his hair a little messy, a typical sporty guy.

But at this moment, Adjutant Qiu just wanted to smash his head.