Zuo Wu didn't know anything about governing the country. Even if the current "palace" was just a grassroots team, the management still needed to be left to Duzi and Fang Naolu.

Blunt Zi and Fang Naolu, one is a former management AI, and the other is a senior bureaucrat who has served in the old Imperial Alliance for a long time; from all aspects, they may really have the potential to shoulder the burden of an entire interstellar government in the future.

It's just that Du Zi's crotch pulling from time to time and Fang Nuolu's mentality of treating betrayal as a dream always made Zuo Wu worried. Therefore, he had long felt that he needed to learn how to manage a political power.

It’s the same mentality as when I became the captain of the Fugitive and secretly learned how to pilot a starship.

It's a pity that his only reference books are the hundreds of thousands of novels in Vision.

This was already one of his best choices. After all, when the entire Imperial Alliance lost contact, all the data stored in the Imperial Alliance also disappeared.

As for the books exported by the Imperial Alliance to extraterrestrials, they are quite mixed. It is still a bit troublesome to filter out the materials that are useful for learning this knowledge, and most of them are not suitable for the current situation of the Imperial Alliance.

There is no need to think too much about the reference books written by other civilizations. Compared with them, the hundreds of thousands of novels at least follow human logic.

so.

When the adventurer named Rong Liangyuan brought the old man who had been abandoned by the young people to him, Zuo Wu couldn't help but think about how to deal with this matter and what attitude to express.

We can’t ignore this. The person I am now is different from when I picked up the golden cotton in Yinggesuo;

At the beginning, I was just a passing guest of Yinggesuo, so I could naturally choose not to interfere with the indigenous people's self-process as Blunt Zi said.

But now that he is the emperor, he treats the political power as his private property; the things in front of him are considered as his "family affairs", and he cannot be so casual.

at this time.

The respirator mask attached to the old man's face was working at full capacity, allowing him to breathe fresh air for a long time; the medical nanorobots obtained from Marika were also injected into his body, trying their best to repair his damaged cells.

Rong Liangyuan also looked at Zuo Wu, squatted down, opened the kettle, poured the clear liquid down, and washed the old man's face, revealing his true appearance.

He looks very much like a human being, but Zuo Wu did not feel the insurmountable disgust from him, which shows that the old man is not a "pure-blood human" in the general sense.

The water used to wash the old man's face dripped from his cheeks and quickly ran away along the gaps in the powdery ground.

But the old man was obviously wearing a mask and was still in a coma, but he moved his throat as if he smelled water, like a hungry dog ​​smelling the scent of meat.

Rong Liangyuan looked at it, lifted the mouth of the cup, and scratched Zuo Wu's head with a smile:

"Ah, Your Majesty, I hope you don't think that I am wasting water resources because of his reaction... Water may be precious to them, but it is not to us."

Zuo Wu was noncommittal: "Do you think I'm a little moved by the scene?"

"...I can't really say, but I've met some employers before who insisted on saving the indigenous people who were suffering,"

Rong Liangyuan made a wry smile:

"It's okay to save them. The problem is that most of the employers won't care much about the saved natives after they return."

"So I always wonder if those employers only need to enjoy the momentary self-satisfaction of rescuing people. As for what happens to the natives in the future, they don't care. They just kill them or bury them."

"Most of the 'rescued' natives don't even have a field of vision. It would be difficult for them to survive in the interstellar era. It would be better to continue to stay in a hell-like hometown in the eyes of their 'rescuers'."

Perhaps Rong Liangyuan, the hired adventurer, wanted to see a look of wavering on Zuo Wu's face.

Zuo Wu just grinned and shook his head in boredom at these remarks: "It's a cliché, and don't get me wrong, I want to save the indigenous people, not like saving one or two kittens and puppies.

Just throw it away.”

"Then what do you want to do?"

Rong Liangyuan asked, shaking the kettle in his hand, making it make the sound of surging water, like a musician directing the beating of the old man's throat.

Just the next second.

Suddenly his hand was empty, and the kettle appeared in Zuo Wu's hand.

Zuo Wu unscrewed the lid, made a cut on the old man's skin, and placed the kettle on the wound.

The medical nanorobots that had entered the old man's blood were like reinforcements after a fierce battle for a long time, and they rushed over one after another to transport water molecules to the parts of his body that were most dehydrated.

The old man's shriveled lips are quickly becoming fuller, and the abyss-like wrinkles on his face are quickly being filled up.

His eyes began to move rapidly, like the second before waking up from a nightmare.

Zuo Wu finally answered:

"What I want to do is to analyze the specific situation in detail; if it is just an ordinary incident of grandchildren murdering their ancestors, I will choose to 'rule the world with filial piety' and just punch the young man hard;"

"If there is any secret hidden in it, then I will analyze it slowly."

Rong Liangyuan nodded. He was not from the Imperial Alliance, but a hired mercenary. He also lacked respect for the word "emperor" due to his cultural reasons, so he said whatever came to his mind:

"Oh, but let me not talk about whether this piece of space debris is still a problem of the Imperial Alliance; it is so big, do you plan to carefully distinguish the indigenous things one by one?"

Zuo Wu shrugged: "I probably don't have the energy, so I'll just accept whoever I meet."

"Then you seem to be no different from those people who adopt indigenous people like kittens and puppies."

"There is still a difference. At least I won't take them away and ignore them completely. Of course I will be responsible for my 'household affairs' to the end."

Rong Liangyuan was silent for a moment:

"...Then your family is really big enough. You will probably have to leave this kind of thing to others in the future. It's just that the indigenous people you rescued by your own hands will always have a higher status than others, right?"

The adventurer compared his hands to a scale: "Influencing the process of a civilization with your own hands may be heavier than using political machinery to influence it. You said you would always do this, which is really... a bit willful."

Zuo Wu shrugged and waited for the old man on the ground to wake up: "So what? A government as big as the Imperial Alliance should be able to withstand my willfulness."

"But Di Lian is gone now."

"I will get it back." Zuo Wu said without looking back.

The conversation was interrupted, and Rong Liangyuan was shocked to realize that he had talked a lot today, but Zuo Wu was holding the kettle, and he was reluctant to leave.

The adventurer thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "I understand, Your Majesty; you are not adopting kittens or puppies, it's more like you want to open a zoo."

Animals and indigenous people are also destined to be viewed in the park, but their life span and health are much better than outside the park.

Zuo Wu shook his head and threw the kettle back into Rong Liangyuan's hand: "Maybe, but it's also possible that what I can build is a continent where animals can run freely."

Rong Liangyuan clasped his hands: "Like Africa on Earth? I heard that 'Africa' is also the most plundered continent."

Indeed, if you want to keep the natives from being disturbed, you still need to isolate them; but this is still Marika's way of cutting off the hyperspace channel and creating an untouchable golden land.

Zuo Wu still had no idea whether this idea was correct, and was a little surprised by Rong Liangyuan's words: "How do you know about 'Africa'?"

It is true that the Imperial Alliance originated from the Earth, but the Earth has never entered the Imperial Alliance's sphere of influence, and the name of a continent on it is even less likely to be popular knowledge in the galaxy.

Even the people on earth in the past could only name a few cities in neighboring countries, and few people could understand the administrative planning of their neighbors.

When the adventurer heard the question, he took a few steps back and looked deeply at the old man on the ground:

"There are also natives from the Imperial Alliance in my team; would you be interested in why the natives from the Imperial Alliance joined my team?"

"It's just because my guys and I are just kittens and puppies that were rescued and abandoned on a whim, and we just cuddle together for warmth."

It turns out that Rong Liangyuan himself is an aboriginal from a certain place. No wonder he remembered to save the old man and move him to his side. A truly cold-blooded adventurer would never have thought of having this option.

Zuo Wu grinned: "How do you feel about the 'zoo' I want to build?"

"It doesn't matter to me, some of my guys will definitely hate it," Rong Liangyuan shrugged:

"It's just that I still have some buddies. If they didn't have no choice, they wouldn't be willing to fight with me all day long."

…

The efficiency of light language communication between starships is improving.

Nothing more than the difference in the intensity of light and even its spectrum can also be used as the "syllables" of a language.

The visions carried by everyone involved in exploring the planet had been synchronized beforehand, and the communication codes were constantly updated.

As of now, although there is still no way to transfer files with slightly larger capacity without loss, if the interference is ignored, at least basic calls will not have many problems now.

Through the actions of the explorers and the research of the "To the Dead", the basic data of the entire planet has been fully presented.

The entire planet is as desolate as ashes, and Gray Wind's "carrion" mimics almost everything.

——The earth, stones, grasslands; even the ocean on the other side of the planet are filled only with gray and transparent carrion.

The "curator" in the cave in front of me is the only advanced life observed.

Biology shows that to be able to sustain the natural existence of higher life, there should at least be a stable ecosystem, and this is something that this planet absolutely cannot provide.

Combined with the ancient life-support devices observed by Rong Liangyuan, the possibility that these indigenous people are indeed the descendants of the organization that the technology hunters split from has gradually become greater.

The old man who was rescued is about to wake up.

Ji Zhi finally found some tips for walking on the dusty ground and clicked his hoof:

"This is a fragment of another universe. We found the curator here. Did the technology hunters originate from this universe?"

"Not necessarily, this is just the curator of this universe. Maybe the curator of our universe has not been discovered yet," Zuo Wu explained:

"Just like there are me and you in other universes, because at some point we made different choices, different me and you emerged."

Ji Zhi was a little dizzy from being surrounded, but just tilted her head:

"I can't imagine myself on the Noisy Planet without talking to you... Shouldn't I be missing with the Imperial Alliance now?"

Centaur Niang wanted to step forward and rub Zuo Wu, but her gentle expression quickly fell down - Gray Feng arrived belatedly, walked up to Zuo Wu, and pointed to the dead number in the sky:

"Hmm, do you have some questions to ask those technology hunters? Their control of photon puppets also falls into the category of wireless communication. They cannot be used at the moment, but I can connect you to a phone line!"
To be continued...