After Zhao Waner settled the Demon Tribe, she went to the control console on the other side of the Starship workshop.
There, Zhao Chen was planning the upcoming Starship construction, his hands constantly moving across the holographic projection in front of him, modifying various parameters.
"Hey, you brought those Demon Tribe back, do you have some evil purpose?" Zhao Waner looked at Zhao Chen as if scrutinizing a prisoner.
Zhao Chen stopped his work and said helplessly, "Hey, I'm doing a good deed, aren't I? Didn't you notice how pitiful those Demon Tribe are?"
Zhao Waner narrowed her eyes at Zhao Chen:
"They are indeed pitiful, but I don't believe you brought them back just because they were pitiful.
There are plenty of pitiful people in this Arctic Fox Starport."
Seeing that he couldn't hide it from Zhao Waner, Zhao Chen stopped pretending and said with a chuckle,
"Hey, those are the Demon Tribe!"
"I know, the most alluring women you men like," Zhao Waner said with a cold snort, crossing her arms.
"Bah, am I that vulgar? What I mean is, those Demon Tribe are very intelligent!" Zhao Chen raised his hand and displayed detailed information about the Demon Tribe, especially highlighting their strong learning ability and intelligence with red lines.
Zhao Waner guessed Zhao Chen's meaning:
"You want to take them in?"
"Exactly! What I lack now are talents. Those Half-orc female crew members, while qualified Interstellar female soldiers, well... they're not good at certain tasks.
For example, Charlotte—if you send her to war, she's definitely top-tier, but if you ask her to manage all aspects of a fleet, tsk tsk tsk... it's a complete mess.
And the Demon Tribe happen to be good at management, and they have good memories, so they can do a lot of work.
They are very suitable for clerical work on a Starship!" Zhao Chen said, his eyes gleaming.
Talent!
This is talent!
What Zhao Chen lacks most right now is talent.
And they have to be female!
"That's what you say, but is that really your only purpose?" Zhao Waner stared at Zhao Chen with a suspicious look.
Zhao Chen rolled his eyes:
"Hey, I'm your brother, aren't I!
If I were that kind of person, in these past few months, have you ever seen me touch a Half-orc female soldier?"
"No, I haven't, but each of those Demon Tribe is incredibly charming; even I feel moved.
Who knows if you'll act like a beast!" Zhao Waner snorted coldly.
"Alright, I won't argue with you anymore. Go back and get some rest. You still have to take tomorrow morning's Interstellar cruise ship back to North Starship Military Academy," Zhao Chen said.
"Are you really not coming back with me?" Zhao Waner asked.
Zhao Chen pointed to the holographic Starship designs in front of him:
"Look, can I possibly go back?"
"What Starship is this?" Zhao Waner asked curiously.
Zhao Chen smiled mysteriously:
"An existence that can build an Interstellar Fleet for us in the future."
Interstellar Fleet?
Zhao Waner had originally wanted to make a sarcastic remark.
She knew that a minimum-sized Interstellar Fleet required at least thirty Starships, and now he only had two, even with a generous count.
Wanting to establish an Interstellar Fleet seemed a bit too exaggerated.
But then she thought about Zhao Chen's previous assembly of zero blizzard and the construction of the t2 bee queen-class heavy carrier starship; which of those things wasn't exaggerated?
Perhaps he really could do it?
"Alright then, I'll wait for you at North Starship Military Academy." Zhao Waner glared at Zhao Chen:
"But I'm warning you, if I find out you dare to bully those Demon Tribe, watch out, I'll..."
Zhao Waner made a scissor gesture with her hands, then turned and left.
"Where did this girl learn these things?" Zhao Chen grumbled, then buried himself back in his work.
As for those Demon Tribe, they needed to be left alone for a while; there was no rush to subdue them.
Since they had boarded his Starship, they wouldn't have a chance to get off this pirate ship.
Half a day passed.
The system prompt in his mind pulled Zhao Chen's thoughts back.
Zhao Chen put down his work and opened the system page.
Two pop-up windows appeared.
Quarterly Mission: Please build and own three different T2-class or higher Starships (System-produced).
It turned out the quarterly mission had appeared.
Zhao Chen glanced at the time; it was already October.
It seemed that this quarterly mission was issued every three months. There was no mission penalty, but if it wasn't completed, it would be automatically canceled, and the rewards were generous.
It was the best way to obtain system rewards.
He looked at the other pop-up window.
Monthly Points: 80 points.
Zhao Chen's system points had actually increased by 80 points.
He checked it and found it was passive income from the T2 Bee Queen.
As mentioned before, there were several ways to obtain system points; besides completing system missions, it was by relying on the passive income from owning System Starships.
And this T2 Bee Queen had entered service in early September, so he could claim monthly points in October; accumulated daily, it was 80 points.
The more Starships owned, the more points; the higher the Starship's class, the more points.
That was the meaning.
"This is good! In the future, with more and more Starships, even if I don't do system missions, I can still get large amounts of system points," Zhao Chen thought happily.
A week passed in a flash.
On the second day after the Demon Tribe arrived at the T2 Bee Queen, Zhao Waner took an Interstellar cruise ship back to North Starship Military Academy.
And all the raw material orders Zhao Chen needed had arrived. From then on, he began his long life of Starship construction again.
And for these five days, one person was immersed in anxiety.
That was Lilith of the Demon Tribe.
Originally, she thought that the man would come to her on the second day and state his purpose.
But unexpectedly, the man didn't come on the second day, and even Miss Zhao Waner bid farewell and left.
On the third day, the man still didn't appear.
On the fourth day, he still didn't appear.
On the fifth day, Lilith had actually grown accustomed to life on this Starship.
Every day, she would wake up with the female soldiers, make her bed, wash up, and then go to the Starship Restaurant for meals.
For the rest of the time, they would help clean the Starship, even though cleaning robots were already responsible for this.
But they didn't want to stay idle, so they would actively look for things to do.
Gradually, they also started to get familiar with the Half-orc female crew members on the Starship and learned that their lives here were very good.
The Captain had never forced them to do anything.
On the sixth day, Lilith began to fall into anxiety.
The more she adapted to her current life, the more anxious she became, especially since the man still hadn't appeared.
That night, she couldn't sleep.
On the seventh day, Lilith lay on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep for a long time.
In the past, she hadn't slept in a bed for a very long time; let alone a bed, sometimes just having a place to shelter from the wind and rain was good enough.
So on the first day, many of the Demon Tribe couldn't sleep, to the point that some of them eventually had to lie on the floor to fall asleep.
At the same time, Lilith also found that anxiety was appearing in other members of the Demon Tribe.
Lilith knew very well what that expression meant.
They were extremely unwilling to lose their current life; their current life was what they had dreamed of.
On the eighth day, Lilith, with two dark circles under her eyes, came to the Starship Restaurant, ordered a plate of her favorite dumplings, and sat down at a table.
A moment later, a plate of dumplings was placed in front of her, and someone sat down opposite her.
Lilith also noticed that the Starship Restaurant seemed to have fallen silent instantly.
Lilith looked up and saw the person opposite her.
It was the man who had been missing for seven days—the man she had waited for for seven days.
"Tell me, where do you want to go next? I can send you off," Zhao Chen said, eating dumplings and speaking in a calm tone.
His voice wasn't quiet, allowing all the Demon Tribe in the Starship Restaurant to hear him.
These words were like a bolt from the blue for them.
Like being in an ice cave.
Suddenly, the delicious food in front of them seemed to lose all its appeal.