Chapter 1117: ?Athlete admission

"The Galaxy Council abandoned us."

Looking at the projected planet and orbital map, the chief executive lowered his head feebly, and his gray hair trembled slightly with his body, and tears couldn't help but slip from the old face.

In his memory, the Galaxy Council has always been high, charging a lot of initial fees from Spartacus every year, and vowing to protect the safety and independence of this planet.

But now? Looking at the Kerry and Shia fleets in the orbit of the planet, and watching the explosions and flames on the planet that can be seen with the naked eye from time to time, how could he not see that the Galaxy Council had abandoned them.

To be precise, their world is not even a gift, just a prize.

The guards were all sent to rest in the empty cabin. Only Jason and the boss were left here. Su Ming gave them each a cigarette and walked between them and hooked their shoulders.

"If you don't have your own strength, you only rely on the shelter of others, and you will end up like this in the end."

"The Galaxy Council has betrayed us! Sparta is subjugated! My family has served the monarch for generations. How can this make me face to live? I am not alive!" As he said, the boss wanted to kill him on the console.

But how can his power get rid of Su Ming?

"I want to kill myself!"

"..."

"I hit! Hey!"

"..."

"I...oooooo..."

He exerted his force several times, but found that the earthling had firmly fixed him in his arms, unable to move a single bit.

At this time Jason also reacted, and immediately began to comfort him: "Don't be like this, Uncle Kukut, we are all alive, there is hope when we live, I believe we will retake our country one day."

Su Ming let go of the boss with a bit of disgust, watching him crying bitterly with tears and nose in Jason's arms, he couldn't help but curl his lips: "I like people with hope, haha, two, Prince Jason is now It still represents the orthodox kingship of the Spartacus Empire, do you still want to listen to my terms?"

Jason took a deep breath and released him when he saw that the boss didn't mean to commit suicide anymore. He took off the civilian clothes he was wearing, revealing the double-breasted military uniform underneath that resembled Napoleon.

The very strong and silky unique black fabric is cut into a short trench coat, there is a ceremonial foil at the waist, and a red ribbon on the chest. He looks like a model worker at the recognition ceremony.

"Please tell me, I know that we have no retreat and no allies to rely on. I am very grateful to the people on Earth in the solar system for extending a helping hand at this time."

It's a prince, but he is quite clear-headed, and he doesn't have a hard-word.

Su Ming pulled off his face covering and shook hands with him with a smile: "Shaking hands is the courtesy of the earth. I am the death knell of the supreme mage from the earth. Behind me is the mist of the Valkyrie from Asgard."

Gin also tore off his disguise, and nodded at the two very dignifiedly.

"Asgard?" The old butler exploded with inexplicable enthusiasm, and his teary eyes just flashed out: "Is His Majesty Odin planning to help us?"

Gin looked at Su Ming, saw him secretly winking, and instantly understood: "Yes, we are a new alliance, including Earth, Asgard, and Warnerheim. They are all here to make friends. The Supreme Master Is our representative."

Su Ming is very satisfied with this statement. Odin's reputation is relatively large in the universe, and of course he has to raise his banner to fill it up. Asgard is strong in combat power, and Odin is a veteran heavenly father-level powerhouse. This is the guarantee of credibility.

As for Odin Tong's disapproval of death knell using his name to do business...probably, probably, shouldn't you mind?

The old head who was sleeping far in Odin’s sleep had a nightmare. The four huge fireplaces in the room did not have any warmth. He frowned and shivered, grasping the fur covering himself in his dream. Little quilt.

The small lights on the console flickered, various instruments made dizzying sounds from time to time, and the cockpit fell silent for a short time.

But the boss quickly jumped up in an age-inconsistent motion, and continued to punch in midair: "Great! Sparta is saved! Our country is saved!"

Although Jason was also very happy, at least he was not so excited, but he also clenched his hands, desperately restraining himself.

With a reserved smile on Su Ming's face, the eyes of the two also became cordial, as if he had seen the familiar scene of his previous life.

Some people become so ecstatic after reading small advertisements on telephone poles.

He smiled and shook his head slightly, Spartans are really simple, don't they know, don't believe in the efficacy of advertising letters?

They just took out the banner and shook them, and they didn't even write the empty check. They were so happy, and it was guilty to cheat such people.

But... an enclave caught in a three-way star field? The traditional dictatorship kingdom?

This is one of the best cosmic observatories. For the sake of the earth, it must be taken by all means.

Not to mention that Jason is still the daddy of Xingjue. If you influence him, you can affect Xingjue in the future, and if you affect Xingjue, you can affect the Guardians of the Galaxy.

The fighting power of the others in that squad is scum, but the strong alien, Drax the Destroyer, is known as the ‘Galactic Hulk’, one of the ‘Best of Thanos’, who is a very useful tool man.

That guy was a little bit hard-hearted. He only listened to Xingjue, probably because he only looked at Xingjue's second class.

The little cousin and Xingjue smelled similar, they can be regarded as friends, but it is impossible to rely on the little cousin to exert influence. He himself is an uncertain factor. What Su Ming needs is a more stable connection.

Finally, there is one more thing about Spartacus, that is: ‘open the door, free trade! ’

Jason and the boss were excited for a while before they gradually calmed down. He asked with a trembling tone: "Thank you, but I don't know, what do we need to pay?"

"It's simple to say, but it's actually quite complicated." Su Ming took out the contract that he had prepared long ago and showed a standard business smile: "First of all, the Spartacus Empire needs to form an alliance with the earth. Advance and retreat together. Secondly, open the people’s freedom of belief so that they can take another path beyond science. At the same time, there are also a series of multilateral trade agreements, including detailed policies for people on Earth to travel to Spartacus... .."

Jason looked at his glasses in surprise, his single eye was full of seriousness, and the prince lowered his head to look at the contract item, and it took a long time to raise his head.

"Are there any biased political conditions?"

The death knell shook his head and smiled: "No, you have seen it, everything is fair trade."

"There are no additional terms?" This condition is too generous for Spartacus~www.NovelMTL.com~ He can't believe it. Although he has a righteous reputation, he is not a polished commander. For too much.

The death knell nodded affirmatively, and took out the style of the Supreme Mage, the cloak let him float slowly, and the strangulation instantly put him on armor.

The red light flashed on the eyepieces, and the hoarse voice clearly passed into the ears of the master and servant:

"The people of the earth love peace. We are very willing to extend a helping hand to races that also love peace in the universe. All agreements are based on equality, mutual assistance, and unity. This is not aggression of changing directions, but a rule of seeking common ground while reserving differences. A new path for common development."

To the poor and white master and servant, this contract is like a pie in the sky. Jason quickly wrote his name on the contract. Seeing that the paper contract burned without fire, a huge idea flashed from the void. Over.

He quickly stepped forward excitedly, holding the big hand extended by the Supreme Mage with both hands, as if he had seen his relatives, the tears in his eyes finally slipped down at this moment, and wet his chest in an environment that simulated gravity.

"thank you!"