Four Hundred and Seventy-Three Glory

After seeing that his space station no longer needs supplemental oxygen, and has even achieved food self-sufficiency to a certain extent, Chris decided to launch more space stations to complete a more useful star ring spaceport!

This huge spaceport can take care of some manufacturing functions, can produce things like parts, and can supplement itself, so that it can more conveniently realize more expansion plans in outer space.

At this time, Chris thought of the moon landing plan from the former Soviet Union. This plan later became a failure of the Soviet Union, but in another direction, it gave humans infinite possibilities to explore space.

In its plan to explore the moon, the United States uses a one-step method of launching rockets to directly explore the moon. But the Soviet Union believes that a better way is to build a space station so that they can land on the moon more safely.

As a result, everyone already knows that the Americans won their victory, while the Soviets could only build the Mir space station with hatred, and once reached the forefront of the world in terms of space station technology.

It is a pity that when the Soviet Union disintegrated, this space station became a swan song—until the International Space Station project led by the United States took over the Mir, and then China's space station suddenly emerged.

Now, these space station technologies have become something that Chris can use at any time in his mind. But now in Alan Hill, the space station is much, much bigger than the Mir.

How huge is this huge space station? It is so huge that this space station is already an artificial star-at night, people only need to raise their heads to see this huge reflective body hanging in the air, every day!

Now, this luminous body is getting longer and longer, and it is almost a straight line visible to the naked eye—it is so huge, so huge that it is unbelievable.

At this moment, great changes are taking place on the huge space station being transformed by the tree of life.

Although the tree of life is only sprouting, it also reflects its power and importance. The subsequent space station no longer needs to carry equipment for making oxygen, and does not need to care about any food supplies. It only needs to carry more and larger volumes. Space station equipment, just fly to the predetermined orbit.

With these conveniences, Alan Hill will soon be able to create a larger space station, build new spacecraft directly in outer space, and explore the distant moon-this is actually not difficult for Chris.

"Your Majesty!" Meruan Fasheng walked to Chris's side, knelt down on one knee and bowed his head, and said, "I would like to go to the space station in person and be the breeder of this tree of life... This is my personal wish. This is also the highest honor and the greatest ideal of all elves... Please... allow me..."

"For the time being... I don't need it..." Chris looked at the Fasheng who was kneeling in front of him, and refused the other party's request: "You can guide our botanists to operate through the contact system. Is it?"

"Your Majesty!...I am willing to pledge allegiance to you with my life! As long as you are willing, I am willing to give everything I can give!" Merrion eagerly begged: "That...that is a tree of life! Your Majesty! Do you know? This tree is another hope for the whole world!"

"You're wrong! Mr. Merrion!" Chris shook his head, and then said, "Alan Hill is the hope of this world! Whether that tree or you, it's all Alan Hill now. My... this point, please don't forget!"

"Yes... I'm sorry! Your Majesty! I was so excited just now!" Merrien bowed his head and confessed: "I am willing to swear with my life to be loyal to you until the end of your life! As your most loyal servant, Your Majesty! I am willing to serve you You do anything..."

"I believe in your loyalty." Chris didn't mean to let Miriam get up, because he was not willing to let an elf aboard his space station.

Then, he felt the breath of life from Merion,

It seemed to be beating in his palm—he was surprised to find that the other party seemed to have used some strange contract magic to transfer his soul to him through the contract.

"Your Majesty! I have voluntarily submitted a contract with you! I am your servant now! I hope that I can replace you and go to space to cultivate that precious tree of life... I hope Your Majesty will agree." Merrion bowed his head and begged .

Chris felt that strong will, because now he seems to be able to control the life of the elf priest in front of him.

That tiny existence in his mental power seems to be the handle that Mr. Fasheng is holding in Chris's hands.

"Elves still have such interesting magic?" Chris looked at his magic tree and found that there was no such strange magic.

However, on this strong magic tree, another new branch is sprouting, which seems to represent the life magic of the elves.

Chris looked at the towering tree in his mind curiously, and watched the branches related to space magic and life magic stretch a little bit, and his mood suddenly became indescribably good.

After a long while, he finally walked out of his own world, looked down at Fasheng Mai Ruien who was kneeling in front of him, nodded in agreement and said: "Then... since you are so determined, I... agree with you The next space station, go to space to participate in the experiments related to the tree of life."

"Yes! Your Majesty! Your most loyal servant will definitely take good care of that precious tree of life for Alan Hill!" Merrion lowered his head even lower, and his tone became cautious.

He is really Chris's servant now, and there is no way for him to disobey Chris' orders. This is a magical relationship, and the contract will not end until Chris's life comes to an end.

But... There is actually a problem, that is, the elves have almost never signed a similar contract with humans. Apart from the sayings recorded in the books, no one knows what other influences it has on the elves.

As for the impact on humans, it is clearly recorded in the book: the magician who signed the contract lived to be 194 years old, which is a relatively reasonable age of death, so it can be inferred that there are no side effects...

Think about it too, this is a kind of life oath that the elves voluntarily submit without being recognized by the host. From a formal analysis, this is almost similar to a curse on one's own life - since the owner's consent is not required, it means that this kind of oath will cause zero harm to the host!

Vivian on the side was very curious about this kind of oath. She looked at the two pointed ears of Saint Merion, and the more she looked, the more she felt that the skin of the elves was as smooth as moonlight, as smooth as jade .

At this time, the phone rang suddenly, and Luther, who answered the phone, handed the phone to Chris after hearing a sentence, and reported, "It's Her Royal Highness the Queen of the Elves!"

Chris squinted at Mirien, and found that the other party was still bowing his head, without any subtle movements, and took the phone in Luther's hand with satisfaction: "I'm Chris! I missed the chance to meet you last time, It's really a pity."

"There will always be a chance to meet, Your Majesty!" On the other side of the phone, the queen's words, even though distorted but still sound like a fairy, made Chris feel like a spring breeze: "I feel the call of nature...the second life The tree...is it alright?"

"Everything is going well! Your Majesty the Queen." Chris frankly admitted the fact that the tree of life has sprouted: "It is very good, it has grown into a small tree... To be honest, I really didn't expect it to grow so fast."

"..." On the other side of the phone, Her Majesty the Queen was silent for a while, and then said: "If... help us plant a seed of the tree of life on the moon... what will be the price?"

"This is not an easy task, Your Majesty." Chris rejected Her Majesty in a normal tone: "You should know that for Alan Hill... the land of no man belongs to Alan Hill Territory."

"I believe... The Saint Merion has pledged his life to you... Your Majesty." The queen didn't care about Chris's refusal. She talked about a seemingly unrelated topic, and her tone was equally calm: "I I can give you many beauties of the elves, the kind who obey you..."

"I think you misunderstood... Your Majesty!" Chris interrupted Her Majesty's temptation, and continued to refuse: "The moon... this is what we call Alan Hill, sorry, it is already our Alan Hill Er's territory!"

"I can marry you! As the former queen of the elves, I will marry you! You will become a god enshrined by the elves, as long as... we only want the 'moon'!" The elf queen continued to increase her chips.

"This is not a problem that can be solved by a marriage." Chris looked at Vivienne beside him, looked at her unparalleled beautiful face, smiled and shook his head.

"So... just like the dwarves, we elves, how about joining Alanhill? As long as you promise to plant a tree of life on the moon, transform it, and make it another hometown of the elves! We will join the love Lanhill! It is still the territory of Alanhill, but... it belongs to the elves!" Her Majesty the Queen desperately increased her chips.

The more she was like this, the more Chris felt that there seemed to be some secrets about the elves on the moon, so he continued to refuse half-jokingly: "I began to wonder if you lost something on the moon..."

"You are right...Your Majesty!" The queen admitted with a sigh, "We lost something on the moon... Only by getting that thing back, can the elves... truly regain their own glory .”

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