Chapter 12 The Sunil Race

The impending disaster had originally made the common people panic, but now everyone on the street had a smile on their face, as if the return of the Supers had dispelled their fear.

"I'll take you into the city. According to regulations, I have to accompany you the whole time," Railton said.

Han Xiao had no objections. "Your race seems to worship Supers."

Railton said calmly, "To be precise, it's gratitude. The race suffered a drastic change and migrated to this dangerous planet. We haven't gained a firm foothold after so many years. The efficiency of resource collection is too slow, not even enough for our own consumption. Many materials have to be purchased from interstellar sources, and our productivity can't afford foreign trade.

"So, in our race, powerful enough Supers will enter interstellar space and become mercenaries. Most of their rewards are handed over to the race. This is an important economic pillar of the race. Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough resources to manufacture so many weapons to survive the disaster."

Han Xiao understood. As a civilization in distress, the Sunil race was in dire need of revitalization and could only rely on powerful individuals for the time being. A group of Supers supported the entire race, so they were treated like heroes. Becoming a Super was a kind of honor in the eyes of the common people, so the whole nation advocated martial arts.

Han Xiao remembered that Railton was very calculating when it came to money, but in fact, Railton's rewards were almost entirely handed over to the race. He lived frugally, just to earn more money for the race.

"Relying solely on the strength of individuals to support the economy is morbid for a civilization," Han Xiao said.

Railton nodded. "That's true, but it's a helpless choice. Ultimately, it's because the disaster has slowed down the race's recovery. We have to spend a large part of our expenditure on manufacturing weapons to resist the disaster, and we can't expand and build quickly, which causes a lot of unnecessary losses.

"If we don't completely solve the disaster, we won't be able to break this vicious cycle. The race will live in torment and never be able to get rid of the dire situation.

"We have tried many methods, and even considered killing all the beasts, but that's the worst option. Not to mention whether we can do it, once the ecological chain collapses, the entire planet will go from being vibrant to being dilapidated and dying. So the race chose another method—mining the Whispering Stone ore veins, disintegrating the disaster from the root, with minimal harm. This work has been going on for many years, clearing the ore bit by bit. As long as we persevere, one day, the Mind Stream will disappear, and by that time, the race will no longer be troubled by the disaster..."

A trace of longing appeared on Railton's indifferent face, and he murmured, "The difficult times will always pass."

Han Xiao had a basic impression of the Sunil race. This was a very tenacious race. With great power comes great responsibility. For the sake of the race's continuation, they worked hard without complaint...

"What a pity..."

Recalling the development trajectory of the Sunil race in his previous life, Han Xiao couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

After entering the city, the Supers dispersed and went back to their homes, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Following his memory, Han Xiao took a few turns and gradually walked to a deserted alley, stopping in front of a narrow black door with a wine glass painted on the sign next to it.

"A bar? The person you want to visit is here?" Railton frowned.

"Is there a problem?"

"...No."

Railton was expressionless. He despised everyone who spent money on enjoyment, thinking it was a waste of money and a waste of life.

After all, he had lost the function of enjoying himself.

Pushing open the door, the light in the bar was dim, and there was not a single customer. The city was in a tense period, and basically no one was getting drunk. Han Xiao walked to the bar and heard a faint snoring sound coming from behind the counter.

The great technician Han Xiao poked his head out and saw a man lying on the ground behind the bar, his cheek against the floor, sound asleep, with a pile of empty wine bottles beside him.

Bang!

Han Xiao slammed the table hard and said, "There's a customer, wake up!"

The man's fingers moved first, and a lazy hum came from his nostrils. Then he slowly crawled up, reeking of alcohol, with sleepy eyes and a wooden expression, not yet recovered, and said vaguely, "What do you want to drink?"

"Two of your signature drinks."

"One is enough," Railton interjected.

"Pay first," the man yawned.

Han Xiao took out his communicator, ready to transfer money, when the man suddenly smiled mockingly, "Honey, you wouldn't want to pay with Einar, would you? I'm running a small business here and only accept local currency."

Railton frowned. He usually operated in interstellar space, and the currency of the Sunil race was of little use to him. He was about to help Han Xiao pay when Han Xiao smiled and said, "I don't have local currency. Can I pay with something else?"

The man didn't even look at Han Xiao. He took a bottle of wine from under the counter, opened it, and took a gulp, saying casually, "What is it?"

"A name."

The corners of the man's mouth turned down, showing impatience. He glanced at Han Xiao and said irritably, "I'm not interested in playing guessing games. If you're not drinking, get out of my bar."

"Delphius."

Han Xiao's tone was calm, but in the man's ears, it was like a thunderclap.

The man's action of raising his head to drink froze, his lazy expression disappeared, and he became expressionless, not looking drunk at all. The drunkenness in his eyes instantly faded, and a compelling brilliance burst out, staring at Han Xiao's eyes.

He slowly put down the wine bottle and said slowly, "Wait here. I'll go wash my face first."

After saying that, the man walked out of the bar and went to the toilet.

Only Han Xiao and Railton were left at the bar. Railton suddenly said, "You don't know him at all. You're not visiting an acquaintance."

"I know his brother, that's why I'm visiting him," Han Xiao explained casually.

The drunken boss was called Melloes. Delphius was his brother, and the secondary class that Han Xiao had his eye on was called \[Armament Engineer]. For players, this secondary class was very rare. There was a transfer channel in the Sunil race, and the trigger item was called "Delphius' Notes".

Delphius was a military mechanic in the Sunil race before the disaster, enjoying great fame. Many innovative machines were invented by him, and he wrote some of his experiences in a diary. Later, DarkStar attacked, Delphius sacrificed himself, and the notes were passed on to his younger brother, Melloes, as a relic.

Han Xiao wanted to borrow the notes from Melloes so that he could complete the class transfer.

After a while, Melloes returned to the bar, having washed his hair as well. He was a middle-aged Sunil man with light indigo skin and a few raised lines near his temples. His lifespan was about 150 years, and he was otherwise similar to humans in the universe.

Melloes opened a bottle of wine and handed it to Han Xiao, saying, "Although I don't know how you found me, my brother's name is worth a bottle of wine. I brewed it myself."

The bottle was emitting a thick white vapor, and the smell of the wine was pungent. The wine brewed by the Sunil people used the leaves of a certain tree as raw material, with a astringent taste. Han Xiao took a sip, feeling the spicy numbness on his tongue, and then explained his intentions.

"I am a mechanic. I have heard of your brother's reputation. I would like to borrow his notes."

"That's all?" Melloes raised an eyebrow, his tone probing.

"That's all for now." Han Xiao chuckled, glanced at Railton, and said meaningfully, "Did you think I had other purposes?"

Melloes received a hidden response, and his tone turned cold. "Is that a threat?"

"No, no, it's goodwill." Han Xiao smiled. "But a good person like you certainly wouldn't have the heart to refuse this unimportant little request."

Railton, on the side, had no idea what the two were talking about in riddles. Were they speaking human language? Why couldn't he understand?

Melloes seemed to be hesitating. Finally, his expression became helpless. He turned and went into the back room, and after a while, he came out with an old diary in his hand, slapped it on the bar, and said unhappily, "Read it and get out."

Han Xiao's fingers touched the diary, and a prompt appeared on the panel.

\[You have obtained \[Delphius' Notes]]

Got it! Han Xiao suppressed the joy in his heart, opened the diary, and pretended to read it. It was all in the Sunil language, looking like an English cloze test, but it didn't matter if he couldn't understand it. The panel still popped up a progress prompt. As long as he "read" this book, he could transfer classes.

According to the conventional channel for doing quests, it would take a lot of luck to obtain this book, and the process would be extremely complicated. After all, no one would know Melloes' identity in advance, and most people would not try to increase their favorability with a seemingly ordinary bar owner. The normal result would be that after getting familiar with Melloes, during a drinking session, a drunken Melloes would miss his older brother and take out this relic, and the player could trigger the class transfer by chance.

However, Han Xiao knew his secret information, went straight to the point, and directly skipped the tedious steps, allowing him to borrow the notes.

Railton glanced at it and asked in confusion, "You know the Sunil language?"

Han Xiao closed the book. "I don't."

"Then why are you reading it?!" Melloes glared.

"Just think of me as admiring your brother. Thank you for the wine."

Han Xiao put down the diary, smiled, turned, and left.

Melloes shouted loudly from behind, "You inexplicable fellow, don't bother me again!"

"That's hard to say." Han Xiao's eyes flashed playfully.

Walking out of the bar, Han Xiao opened the panel, looking at the latest prompt, in a great mood. He had been stuck on the class transfer requirements for so long, and he had finally obtained his desired secondary class. The panel's full experience bar could finally be put to use!

\[You have obtained the new class \[Armament Engineer]!]