Chapter 1350 Road
1350, Road
Northeastern region of the Milky Way, Outer Rim Star Region, Planet Mandalore.
"I'm sure this is it...the underground wine cellar of the Sunset Bar." The hermit stood at the door of the underground wine cellar and squatted down to look at the messy blood on the ground. "The last time I came here, I was disturbed by those behaviors. The strange residents attracted attention, and I didn't have time to look carefully. This is where Vitaly Olof was attacked. "
"Look for any clues..." Satine K. Archduke Ritz said, she looked around, "The door is locked, we need to find the key."
At this time, the door outside suddenly opened, and a bartender walked in with a tray. He was surprised to see them and said: "Hey! What are you doing?! No outsiders are allowed in here!"
Sadine Frowning, she walked over and asked, "Have you seen Vita here... ugh..."
Before she could finish her words, she was grabbed by the hermit and covered her mouth, "Listen carefully, These people are still in a state of brainwashing. Once certain keywords are triggered, the death guards at the console will know that this is how they find that person..."
Sateen- Kriz slapped the hermit's hand away with a mixture of displeasure and petulance. He looked at the waiter in front of him and said, "Then what should we do?"
"You should come out now..." "Bang!" Jango Fett cut his carotid artery with a palm from behind, and the waiter fainted as soon as his eyes rolled.
"More than anything else, you will attract the Death Guard!" Satine Kryze looked at Jango Fett with an unhappy expression.
One of them is the leader of the real Mandalorians, and the other is the Grand Duke of the new Mandalorians. They disliked each other from the beginning.
"Haha, when he wakes up, he will only continue to do what he should do and will not care about anything else." Jango Fett said coldly, squatted down and touched the waiter. He took out a card, stood up and scratched the cellar door. The automatic door opened silently, and an inexplicable smell hit his nostrils.
“What does this smell like?” Satine Kriz frowned
“Spice.” The hermit said solemnly.
"The smell contains at least 7 kinds of spices such as Aura, Rockna Blue, and Death Staff, and it has been accumulated for a long time. This is a hidden spice smoking den." Jango Fett is still wearing his disguise The Mandalorian Crusader armor in the style of the Death Guard, he clicked a few times on the wrist controller, and the air filter device of the helmet analyzed the trace components of the spices in the air.
He looked at Satine Kryze and said coldly: "This is the Mandalorian planet under your rule. Glitz, hypocrisy, weakness, evil... You not only lost Mandalore, but The glory of the Dalorians has even lost the spirit of the Mandalorians. What is the difference between you now and those borers in Coruscant?"
This sentence directly touched Satine's reverse scale. , she jumped up and said angrily: "Both? Do you know that these so-called 'worms' enjoy the best conditions, the best food, and the best environment in the galaxy! The entire galaxy is serving them! If my If my people can live like Coruscant, then I would rather be a moth! I just hope that my people can live a better life! Children can get enough food and high-level education, and the elderly can get enough medical care. Guarantee! I did it!" She patted her chest with excitement, her voice getting louder and louder, "And what did you do to those hungry and homeless children who stretched out their young hands to beg for help? Can you, the Glory of Mandalore, give her a piece of bread? When the Death Watch wreaks havoc on our homeland! No! You invite the Jedi, and then another massacre! ! Now tell me, where is the so-called glory of your Mandalorians?"
Jango Fett was also angry, "You are asking for massacre! Our murderers go begging! The Galactic Republic will reward you with a piece of bread today, and tomorrow their Star Destroyers can sail over Sundari and plow this place to the ground! And our reputation in the galaxy is built with every drop of blood! Although we failed, the Galactic Republic no longer dares to look down upon us! Do you think that the members of your ridiculous Neutrals Alliance are interested in your ridiculous idea of peace? No! The great reputation that people spell out!”
However, at this time, the hermit had already finished searching the wine cellar. He came out and patted the dust on his hands and said, "If it were in the past, maybe I would agree with your point of view, Satine. But now, I want to say that you two No one is wrong...Bread and dignity are indeed things that a civilized race should pursue and possess at the same time, and should be striven for by countless generations."
He raised his hand and touched it. Putting on the cold old man's mask on his face, he said calmly: "After I put on this mask, I was able to jump out of the original circle and see further. The Jedi Order made a mistake on the planet Mandalore. Huge... Wrong, and more than once. The conflict between the Galactic Republic and the Mandalorians is by no means caused by one party alone. However, what we want to explore is how to find the most perfect path in such a conflict, and this is also The reason why I put on this mask."
"What did you find?" Satine Kriz asked coldly, not wanting to dwell on this matter any longer.
The hermit spread his hand and held a bloody piece of cloth in his hand, "This thing is stuffed in the mouth of a wine bottle. If you don't pay attention, you will take this thing as a waiter and drink secretly." Then I found a bottle stopper at random."
He unfolded the piece of cloth, and it turned out to be a sleeve, and half a mark could be seen on it, which read 'ANN' in the common language of the Galaxy. ' words.
Satine frowned, "ANN... ZANN... is Zane Company. Didn't you guys say before that Vitaly Orlov mentioned this in the last message he sent to his arms dealer brother? A company? Indeed, Zane Company is indeed engaged in the business of recycling and refurbishing old spacecraft parts on the planet Mandalore."
"If we only have this thing, we still have no breakthrough." Jango. - Fett said.
“That’s not all.” The hermit said, searching in the gaps of his sleeves, and sure enough he found a small piece of wood-like substance. He picked it up and smelled it, “Diesel bark. This thing But the top-notch spices are even beyond the scope of spices because they have no side effects. Currently, they are only produced on the planet Harunkar, and only the powerful people in the core circle of the Republic can afford them."
< br> Satine's face became solemn, "It is impossible for the dignitaries in the core circle of the Republic to come to the Mandalorian planet in person, and even if they did come, they would not be able to hide in an underground spice shop in such an ordinary bar and smoke such expensive The spices."
"The material of this cloth comes from the mechanics at the space port. This cloth is very strong and wear-resistant, and it is not heavy, but it is also very thick and uncomfortable to wear. Comfortable. On the planet Mandalore, workers who repair spaceships often wear this kind of clothes." Jango Fett said.
"Why are you so sure it's a spaceport? There are many factories here, right?" the hermit asked.
"There are special protective suits in the factory, but they don't like the heavy and cheap fabrics." Jango Fett replied.
(End of this chapter)