The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

1067. Subtlety

At the same time, Tekaf City, the capital of Planet Seria, is the administrative center.

"Thank you very much for your help, Your Excellency Governor...I hereby pay you the highest respect." Dole Fermi Bangmi, the Elder of Planet Seria, humbly said to Tang Xiao in the holographic image.

"As long as you follow my plan, Planet Seria will be safe and sound." Tang Xiao said lightly.

Dole-Femi-Bangmi hurriedly said, "I have been strictly implementing your plan, but there has been no news from Coruscant. And...you have also seen that although I am the Great Elder, I am still There are many who do not approve of my rule."

"The Jedi Master of the Seria, Ki-Adi-Mundi, this is the reason, I have told you many times." Tang Xiao said, "So our plan can only start from him."

"I understand." Dor-Femi-Bommi nodded, "I will continue to push forward."

Tang Xiao nodded and said: "Military and industry are not the only components of a healthy civilization. You don't need to feel panic, Elder Dole. Planet Seria lacks an industrial foundation, and I will naturally not force it. So, do your best. own business."

"yes……"

Tang Xiao waved his hand, the communication was interrupted.

Dole-Femi-Bangmi's face was cloudy and uncertain. He looked up at the sky, and it was the location of the space port on Planet Ceria, where the Salarian fleet was currently stationed.

When the civil war on Seria just ended more than ten years ago, whether he faced Tang Xiao or the dead angel, he was neither humble nor overbearing, showing his temperament as a great elder of the planet. But now, in the face of the rapidly expanding fourth civilization, he can only do his best to survive in front of Tang Xiao.

You must know that more than ten years ago, the weapons that the Fourth Civilization could provide to Ceria Planet to support their civil war were just some outdated live ammunition weapons, and there were not even many armored vehicles. But now, with a wave of his hand, a subordinate race was photographed, driving more than a dozen new warships he had never seen before, and crushed the spaceships of the militants who were trying to start a riot!

Faced with such an existence, Elder Dole Fermi Bangmi didn't even dare to show his air.

He pressed the button and said to the attendants who were always on standby: "Prepare a dinner immediately for the commander of the Salari fleet. Also, as usual, invite Mrs. Shia and Mrs. Marwen's family."

"yes."

...

Because of the arrival of the Salarian fleet, the turmoil on the planet Ceria soon stopped. For this planet, which just entered the orbit of technological development more than ten years ago, it is completely impossible to resist the Salarian fleet.

The miscellaneous fleet composed of old spaceships and bounty hunters that the imaginative elders found everywhere lasted only 5 minutes in front of the Salarian fleet.

As a result, those opposition elders who were aggressive and quarreled with the elder Dole-Femi-Bangmi at the elder meeting before became amiable and kind, and they looked like good old people.

"Hey, hello, hello. Are you the commander of this invincible fleet? You are really heroic and imposing. My little daughter fell in love with you at first sight."

"Salarians? With such a powerful race beside us, our daily life is quite at ease! You see, my only personal hobby is to grow some side dishes... Eh? Finger calluses? Oh, this is a farming tool Caused by farming tools. It has nothing to do with weapons... I feel dizzy when I see weapons..."

"Elder Dole, last time I drank too much at the elder meeting, and I offended you... You see, this matter, otherwise we will..."

At the banquet, the high-level executives of Planet Ceria who participated in the meeting fully interpreted what all living beings are.

However, at the top of the banquet hall, there were several women and children sitting upright—to be precise, five middle-aged and elderly women, and six oldest boys about 17 or 8 years old.

Elder Dor-Femi-Bangmi ignored the elders of the Presbyterian Church who wanted to apologize more, but took a glass of wine in person, walked over there with his three wives, and said, "In Mang Under the leadership of the Di family, the planet Seria once again overcame the difficulties! The result of avoiding the planet's civil war is due to everyone's great credit."

One of the oldest, an old Seriya woman in her 70s, said coldly: "Elder Dole, it is the Salari fleet and the power of the Dawn Planet that are quelling the crisis of this civil war. not related."

However, before Elder Dole could speak, a Ceria woman next to her, who was only in her 40s, retorted: "Madame Shia, this is not the case. The Salari fleet is indeed very powerful, but the powerful fleet You can only destroy a planet, but you cannot unite a divided planet. What truly unites us is the spirit of our husband, Jedi Master, Ki-Adi-Mundi."

It can be clearly seen that Mrs. Shia who spoke first is still wearing coarse clothes. But when she stood up later, the lady was the youngest among the women, and her clothes were the most gorgeous.

She stood up, walked in front of Elder Dole very gracefully, held up the wine glass, and said: "I am very grateful that you can continue to carry forward our husband's legacy on Planet Seria even when the Milky Way is facing such a crisis." spirit, to unite the Seria people. I believe that he did not misunderstand the people at the beginning."

"You are overrated, Mrs. Ma Wen, this is what I should do." Elder Dole bowed his head and said humbly, "Master Ki-Adi-Mundi is the person I admire most in my life, and I am always looking forward to his return .”

"Hmph! The first thing Mundi did when he came back was to drive you out of the position of Great Elder! I don't remember that when you called yourself the Great Elder, you were approved by Mundi." Shia sneered.

"Alas... maybe my brother Mundy is dead..." another old lady who was the oldest, probably in her 80s, murmured.

She was already a little awkward in speaking, and there were two old women in their 50s and 60s who hurried over to wipe the soup from the corners of her mouth.

Elder Dole's face has long been tempered in the political arena, so he ignored the ridicule of the old woman Shia, and smiled at the six teenagers: "Ah, the sons of Master Mundy. You They are all growing up healthily, and the future of Planet Seria also needs your help."

He turned to Mrs. Ma Wen and said, "Mrs. Ma Wen, there may be some personnel changes in the elders' council on Planet Seria recently, which may involve a lot. There will be a lot of vacancies at that time. I think it's time for Mang The sons and daughters of Master Di have taken the important positions that really belong to them, and they are holding the future of Planet Seria in their hands."

"Dreaming!!" Shia said, "Mundy's children will never participate in politics! Our eldest daughter Sylvan was assassinated in the last civil war because of this!!"

However, at this time, one of the obese teenagers took a big mouthful of meat and said, "But, if we don't work, we won't be able to eat such delicious food... Besides, everyone around us likes us, They are all waiting for us to take up our posts!"

Elder Dor-Femi-Bangmi suddenly smiled. It was not in vain that he usually entertained the wives and children of Master Ki-Adi-Mundi with delicious food.

He said to the little fat man: "Dear little Buddy, how about Uncle Dole arranging you to manage the Food Supervision Department? Whether the eating and drinking of our entire planet is qualified or not depends on you alone. You can definitely let us Everyone gets the best food, right?"

"That's right! I'm the best at eating!" said the little fat man happily.

"Hahahaha! Your father, Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, will be proud of you." There was no smile in Elder Dole's eyes at this moment.