"Old Hong, after this delivery, you should have enough to exchange for a few blue components for your kid, right?"
"Almost, but blue components are still a bit unsatisfactory. I still want to get a piece of purple ship armor."
"Purple ship armor? Where did you get so many merits?"
...
In the pitch-black starry sky, a fleet composed of hundreds of ordinary starships and ten escort ships is speeding through space.
In the magnetic wave communication linked by the ten escort ships, the ten Guardian Ship Captains are chatting intermittently.
When it comes to merit, a faint hint of pride suddenly surfaced on the face of the leading captain, known as Old Hong.
However, he still maintained a calm tone.
