The great sage is very tired

Chapter 102 Subspace

Luluni, Ace: "..."

So, after discussing for a long time, this can't help and that can't help, and the final conclusion is that you go by yourself?

It's really capricious.

Lu Luni turned her head secretly, wanting to glance at her uncle's face, well, he looked very calm.

Perseus was really just shocked when Orfield just activated his magic to teleport to Jian Wei'an, but he adjusted immediately, and now he is calmly waiting for Orfield to come back.

What a big heart... Lu Luni praised her uncle from the bottom of her heart.

But think about it carefully, Orfield is the legendary great sage!It shouldn't be a big deal to escape the federal law enforcement officers and take a few people under their noses, right?

Luluni deeply reviewed her fuss, and then calmed down, leaving Ace alone. She looked at her girlfriend from the left, and then at the dean, and found that they were all looking like old gods. It looked like nothing happened just now, so I couldn't help but doubt myself.

Seeing how much they believed in Offield, no matter how nervous I was, it seemed that I couldn't trust Offield.So even if I don't understand the inside story, I force myself to calm down.

I simply don't know what to say about these three people, it's true that everyone has unique calming skills!

On the other side, Orfield followed the tracking butterfly and added teleportation magic, and arrived at Jian Wei'an's side very smoothly.

"Who—" The moment he landed and appeared, the black muzzle of a light energy gun was already close to his forehead.

In fact, Oldfield rarely saw Jian Wei'an with such a strong murderous intent.

Moreover, Jian Wei'an's current face can only be recalled by rummaging through the depths of his memory.

Over the years, Orfield almost forgot that the "Anser" who was with them was a fake face, and he only saw Jane Vian's real face once, that was when he and Ace were robbed by Jane Vian.

"Oufield?" In the blink of an eye, Jian Wei'an had already recognized Offield from conditioned reflex, and he immediately put away his gun.

"Boss?" Jian Wei'an had six of his subordinates beside him. At this moment, these six people looked at Jian Wei'an in surprise, as if seeing him go crazy suddenly.

"I used concealment magic, and they couldn't see me except you." Offield quickly explained: "The situation is a bit complicated now. Judging from the information we have now, they seem to have planned to kill the black poison star pirates. The charge of the regiment has been placed on you."

"It's conceivable." Jian Wei'an took out his optical brain, and typed on it for Orfield to read.

"Not to mention anything else, if I take you out of Elune now, do you have someone outside to support you?"

"Yes, there are people from me on B-03, but it is very difficult to get from Alune to Starfield B now." Jian Wei'an wrote: "Everyone here still has a backup identity, but now from the exit port The investigation is very strict, I have checked it before, and now we need to pass genetic verification to verify our identity when we leave the port, and our backup identity may not be able to hide this at all."

Ordinary identity verification through the port only requires the optical brain authorization of the citizen's identity binding. Now under martial law, it is necessary to verify the genetic information of each entry-exit person.No matter how elaborate the fake identities Jian Wei'an and the others made, they couldn't escape the verification of this kind of genetic information, which is why he couldn't escape from Elune.

"All private airships are also banned," he continued.

Now they have been trapped to death in Elune, although Elune is so big, but with the ubiquitous star network monitoring, they can't hide for too long before they will be caught.

"Give me a fake identity that you have arranged, and I will take you out," Offield said.

"How do you take it?" Jian Wei'an disagreed: "Ofield, you go back first, we hide more cautiously, and they can't do anything to us if we spend it with them. After all, we can afford it, but Elune can't Entry and exit have been so strictly restricted.”

"I can build a subspace and take you out!"

……

Alune's largest port is already overcrowded at the moment.

As the center of the Silver Wing galaxy, the number of people entering and leaving Elune every day is extremely large, and apart from those who come to travel and study, most of the people who come and go in the port of Elune are the elites of the Federation—or those with very high status. High officials, or members of extended families or business elites.Now that private airships are banned from flying, and public airships are still under strict investigation, these people are naturally blocked at the port.

Wearing a gray hoodie, the latest earphones over his ears, Offield has black hair dyed fiery red that looks like a torch.

He sat in the waiting hall unrequitedly, and heaved a long sigh.

The person he is pretending to be now has the contribution of Perseus - because the genetic information needs to be extracted at the beginning, all the false identities prepared by Jian Wei'an before cannot be used, and the identity he is pretending now is Perseus A young Dragon Clan in the Sri Lanka Guards.

This young dragon usually loves to travel, because Perseus doesn't really need the bodyguards, so the few bodyguards are mostly on vacation. This young dragon named Tate travels to and from various star fields every day. Between him and Elune——he had booked his ticket to the P star field to see the sea of ​​flowers half a month ago, but now he was locked up at home by Perseus and had his blood drawn.

With this tube of blood, Offield was able to hide from the eyes of the inspectors and the monitoring equipment in the room, and without anyone noticing this tube of blood was taken away as his own blood for testing.

Tate is already the most suitable person they can find the fastest, so even if his aesthetics are completely contrary to Offield, Offield still has to pinch his nose and dress himself as a non-mainstream.

Fortunately, the face is also someone else's face, otherwise I would not be able to live this day.

The so-called subspace is the most profound branch of space magic. Ordinary space magic is to delineate domains in the real world, while building subspace is to create another space that does not belong to the real world.

Completely different from the magic product space ring and the technological product space button, the subspace is a relatively independent space, it will not be detected by people other than the owner, and it can carry living things.

If they were gods, the space they created could almost be compared to another world—but most magicians, as a person, were far from reaching that level.

However, Orfield doesn't need to create a complete space. Subspace, a magic that can carry living creatures without being detected, is just right for the current situation.

However, because the subspace only follows the characteristics of the master, Orfield had to go this trip himself to send the person away safely.

"Didi." The prompter in his hand made a beep, and Orfield stood up. The door of the testing room was displayed on the prompter. After placing the prompter in the robot's tray next to the door, he walked in.

"Tate, 230, seven years old, dragon family." The inspector switched the optical brain to the next page, and looked up at Orfield while reading.

"Yes." Offield tried his best to imitate the accent of the dragon clan. Fortunately, he was used to getting along with Perseus. Whether it was the breath of the dragon clan, living habits or accent, he could imitate very similarly—at least at a glance, Orfield At this moment, he is completely a dragon youth.

"Please sit down and put your arms back." Offield obediently sat down opposite the inspectors.There was a soft cushion with a depression in the middle of the table. After putting his arm in place, Orfield raised a mechanical arm from the edge of the table, moved it quickly, and stuck a thin needle into Offield's forearm.

He only felt a tingle on his forearm, as if being pricked by a small animal's short, hard fur. The whole process didn't hurt at all, and it was over soon.

But this is only in the eyes of the inspector.In fact, the moment the needle was stuck, Orfield used magic to exchange the blood he had just drawn with the real Tate's blood that was secretly hidden on his body.

The blood in that small needle now is the genuine blood of the owner of this identity.

"Okay, please wait here for 2 minutes, the result will come out soon." After the inspector finished speaking, Offield retracted his arm naturally.

There is not only one inspector in the room, but also soldiers with live ammunition—in order to prevent the head of the legendary Flying Star Thieves from discovering that smuggling is not allowed to take hostages, every room is equipped with this configuration.

half a minute...

1 minutes……

a minute and a half...

In the eyes of those anxiously waiting in the subspace, these 2 minutes are extremely long, but for Orfield, this is not difficult-he has absolute confidence in his magic, and will never leave his own body in the needle. A drop of blood was caught by someone.

"pat-"

"Ah!" The inspector stared at the screen, and suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Why?"

"Don't move!" At the moment the inspector exclaimed, the four people in the room immediately raised their light energy guns, and the four guns pointed at Oldfield. If he dared to move, he would be shot down immediately. into a sieve.

This is impossible!Offield's pupils shrank suddenly, disturbed by this completely unplanned situation.A magic has been hovering in his mind, ready to be released at any time - at this time there is no other way but to give it a go!

"No, no, he's fine!!!" The inspector who realized what happened couldn't laugh or cry: "This device hasn't been used for a long time, so something went wrong."

The magic that Orfield was about to release was dissipated by himself.

But in the next second, his heart rose again.

"Sorry, sir." The inspector looked at him apologetically: "We may have to draw some of your blood again."

But Offield, there is no Tate's blood on his body at this time!