Chapter 2903: Archaeological expert
The loess-filled environment inside the building is completely different from that outside. The walls and floors here are all beautiful white metal, and various suspended display screens and virtual flowers are decorated in between. The towering dome also has the function of filtering sunlight. Let it be bright and not hot.
"Ah, it's air-conditioned, so comfortable." Hallie leaned softly on Su Ming's shoulder, as if she couldn't walk anymore.
Put her on the bench in the waiting area and let her blow air-conditioning. Next to him are all kinds of aliens waiting in line to deliver the goods. There are no matter how disgusting she looks, she doesn't care at all, she is not nervous.
"I'll check for information, don't run around." Su Ming handed her a plasma pistol to defend herself.
"Well, go, and by the way, help me ask where there are ice cream sellers." Hallie closed her eyes with the weapon, and leaned against the back of her chair to doze, looking obedient.
The metal floor was bright enough to reflect human figures, and clear footsteps walked through the hall. Su Ming came to a robot standing at the information desk. This robot is a bit like a silver version of Wali, with very large eyes. Blinking:
"Hello, welcome to the Galactic Archaeology Association, how can I help you?"
It speaks very fast, like a mouth-scorching in English, with electronic sounds.
"I want to find someone. Dr. Afra is on this planet, right? Can you contact her? Or provide me with a specific location?"
The death knell looked at the robot's head, because its head was square and not round at all.
"There are currently 150,333 members of the association on the planet, and Afrah was only one of them." The robot began to roll its eyes to investigate the database, and a faint heat rose from its head: "But she was the last time We have no right to locate her before coming to the association 15 planetary rotation cycles. Similarly, we will not be responsible for helping non-members contact her."
Understand, Su Ming understands what the robot says.
"Then I am a member, what procedures do I need?"
"Any valuable antiquities or professional papers, choose three of them, if you don't have one, you can submit 30,000 credits or equivalent currency of each planet." The robot immediately changed a pair of enthusiastic faces and stretched out its robotic claws. , The finger also hooked and hooked.
Thanks to it has no legs and only tracks, otherwise Su Ming would have doubts that it will sway its legs.
There are definitely no 30,000 credit points, but if you want to talk about antiquities, there are some.
'Come out! My archaeological discoveries and fishing garbage in Azeroth! ’
The death knell had a flash of thought in his mind, and instantly put three pieces of trash into the robot's hands.
They are the dung fossils of the ogres, the pottery figurines of the ancient troll empire, and the coins of Dalaran that I did not know when they got fishing.
Just take it for identification, you can see what the **** is going on.
But archaeology is different from other disciplines in this respect. As long as the age is far enough, the more you can't tell what it is, the more valuable it will be.
The Galactic Archaeology Association is actually more like an society. They don't participate in the battle between the empire and the rebels, they just want to dig out the history of the galaxy.
Su Ming knew that the planet Franluo was an archaeological site, and knew that they would buy antiquities here. After all, Afrau would definitely come here to discount as long as she found out. She still owed her friends a large sum of money.
Why can she only come here to sell finds? Because her past experience left her no choice.
In the comic story, she used to be Darth Vader, also known as the Secret Agent of the ‘Black Warrior’, who helped him find the relics of the Force in the universe.
This woman’s archeological style is of the ‘Tomb Raider’ style, and explosions often occur wherever she has been.
Working for the black warrior, and doing a good job, can be said to have offended both the Jedi warrior and the resistance army.
But after doing bad things for a few years, she felt that it was too dark. The key was that she didn't make any money. So she turned against the black warrior, escaped through suspended animation, came out with the robot and bodyguards to do it herself.
She is now avoiding the imperial army's pursuit, if the people of the Sith Empire find out, then she will be cold.
Probably only a neutral organization like the Archaeological Association will not betray her, because her father is a senior member of the association.
Having said that, she was able to survive a stabbing by Darth Vader, and even stole the spacecraft from the Death Star through suspended animation, which is not something ordinary people can do.
The robot's eyes shot a ray of light and scanned a few things in his hand, and then more heat came out of his head.
"Weird, so weird...Is there something wrong with the program? Why is there no data in the database..."
After chanting a few words, it didn't forget the business, took out three boxes, carefully wrapped the death knell garbage, and sent the drone back to the warehouse.
"May I ask your name, mother star?"
"Slade Wilson, from Takdana, the western sector." Su Ming's lie came as soon as he opened his mouth. He was prepared.
The western side is an area beyond the reach of the empire, and because the habitable planet was discovered very late, no one knows the specifics. Takdana, that is a den of cosmic mercenaries.
The robot does not need to verify anything, it asks these only to give people a certificate.
Soon it spit out a magnetic card representing the identity and handed it to the man in front of it: "The Archaeological Association welcomes you to join, Mr. Wilson, the archaeological objects you submitted are very valuable. Maybe the history of the Milky Way will be revealed because of you in the future. veil."
The robot enthusiastically played the welcome speech, and then began to do what previously required membership to do, which is to help contact Afra.
"Thank you."
The death knell couldn't help feeling a little bit, no matter where it went, it was really better for scholars to deal with, and it was quite sincere to get things done.
Although it is a bit greedy, it is understandable that people are thirsty for knowledge.
The robot in charge of the reception was silent for a while. It should have contacted the other side, and soon looked up: "Miss Afrah is coming here, and you will meet soon."
A few hours later.
With her robots and bodyguard teammates, Afrah walked into the Association hall sneakily with her face covered, and she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no Stormtroopers or Rebel assassins following.
"Heckel Santan, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, when I sell this baby, I will pay you back a little, and then leave some money to buy second-hand parts for the spacecraft.
She happily held the mask and turned around like dancing.
"Hiccup uh uh uh!" The man called Heker Santan is a big, furry man. He is a Wookiee, who is of the same race as the Chubacca next to Han Solo, except that his hair is all black. of.
He is Afrah’s bodyguard and her creditor.
"Don't say that, this thing is very valuable at first glance." Afrah pouted and stomped her feet, and then quickly walked to the service window with a mask and showed her ID: "I want to sell this good baby to Association, and give up the follow-up benefits it will bring in the future."
"Sorry, Miss Afra, your membership in the Archaeological Society has been revoked, and now we can't accept your transaction." The robot in the window has no emotions, just doing business.
"Huh?" The female archaeologist suddenly turned into a black question mark face.
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