He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

"I wonder if you came alone, or if you have other guests?" Hawthorne asked with a smile.

"I apologize for the intrusion and for disturbing you."

Lang Yingxing subtly avoided Hawthorne's question.

He couldn't possibly guess what Marshal Colin was thinking. If the other party didn't show up, he would be alone; if the other party did show up, there would be two of them.

Lang Yingxing: "On the way here, I saw some nice fruit in the orchard."

"Lord Hawthorne, could you sell me some?"

Hawthorne laughed and said, "I didn't grow these fruits. To be honest, I can't make that decision either."

Hawthorne was eager to get rid of the person in front of him as soon as possible. Lang Yingxing saw through Hawthorne's thoughts but didn't say anything. The two of them went back and forth, testing each other.

After sending a message to Holland, Hoggia sat quietly to the side without saying a word.

Holland did not carry a personal terminal, so he did not receive any messages from Hoggitz.

When he led Xiao Xuan and Colin into the hall, he realized that Marshal Colin was not the only guest from Liuyun Star.

Upon seeing Holland and Marshal Colin enter, Lang Yingxing and Hawthorne both breathed a sigh of relief.

Having exhausted all the pleasantries, the two were now facing a situation where they had nothing left to say.

"Deputy Commander Lang, I have reached an agreement with General Holland."

"Eighty percent of the fruit in the orchard is sold to the federal government."

"Go to the orchard, pick the fruit, pack it up, and bring it back to the Federation. Send it directly to the Pharmacist Association and give it to Chairman Ge."

Marshal Colin's arrangements proceeded smoothly, and Lang Yingxing bowed slightly and nodded in response.

But his gaze kept drifting towards the top of Marshal Colin's head.

There was a tiny figure, no bigger than a palm, lying on it, sticking out its little bottom and tugging at Marshal Colin's hair.

Marshal Colin's hair was much coarser and stiffer than Xiao Xuan's soft and silky hair.

When Lang Yingxing looked over, the Immortal Grass Little Man was putting Marshal Colin's hair into its little mouth.

Lang Yingxing: "..."

"Deputy Commander Lang, are you even listening to me?" Marshal Colin's eerie voice rang out, startling Lang Yingxing.

He instinctively replied, "Yes, Marshal."

"I'll take care of it right away."

After saying that, he saluted Marshal Colin and ran off in a flash.

There were many fruits in the orchard, but Lang Yingxing only managed to pick less than one percent of them after picking half of them.

If it weren't for the sentry's good physical condition and quick movements, he would probably be bent over from exhaustion by now.

In the distance, as the last rays of the sun were about to set.

Marshal Colin glanced at the orchard and said with disdain, "Tsk, so slow."

"Little grass, help this fool pick some fruit, okay?"

Before Lang Yingxing could even get angry, Marshal Colin had already changed his tune and started talking to the little immortal grass figurine in his hand.

The tone was so gentle it was almost eerie, giving Lang Yingxing goosebumps all over.

"They're so small, how many can we pick?"

"The Marshal is becoming less and less human."

Lang Yingxing looked at the tiny figure, no bigger than the palm of his hand, and thought to himself.

The little grass nodded obediently and yawned.

With a slight lift of her small hand, bright red fruits detached from the branches, twirling in mid-air and flying towards Marshal Colin and Lang Yingxing.

Soon, a mountain of fruit was piled up right next to Lang Yingxing.

Lang Yingxing: "..."

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and put it away and send it to Elder Ge." Colin glanced coldly at Lang Yingxing and reminded him.

Looking down at the little grass in my hand, its clear, emerald-green eyes looking completely innocent.

He gave her a quick kiss.

Little Grass paused for a moment, then transformed into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, mimicking Marshal Colin, and gave him a big kiss on his resolute, handsome face.

Marshal Colin paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The little grass also giggled, mimicking Marshal Colin.