Chapter 4184: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (II)

After soaking in the hot spring under the World Tree, it was just nightfall when Schiller returned to the nursing home. The night in New York was cold in blue tones, but also swaying with charm. The fatigue urged Schiller to go to sleep, but he still prepared to arrange tomorrow's schedule first.

After typing a few times on the computer and sending messages to the people he wanted to meet, Schiller went back to sleep. Early the next morning, he was awakened by noisy screaming. A bright trace leaked through the curtains that were not closed tightly. Schiller reached out and covered his eyes.

He walked slowly to the window, squinted his eyes to look down, and then saw a raccoon jumping up and down in the garden, with a group of patients in hospital gowns chasing behind his butt.

"Damn it, I'm not a raccoon! I mean I am a raccoon, but I'm not the kind of raccoon that flips through trash cans! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! Don't pull my tail! Get lost!!!"

Although he shouted like this, he was just jumping up and down, avoiding capture. Finally, a double jump jumped onto the largest tree in the courtyard. Then a team of people walked in, and Star-Lord stood under the tree and shouted helplessly: "Come down quickly, Rocket, we are here to do serious business."

"These humans treat me as a pet! My fur has been messed up by them. You go up and talk, I'll just stay here."

"Rocket! Rocket!" Schiller's voice came from behind. Rocket Raccoon turned his head to look, and saw Schiller poking his head out of a window, so he hurriedly controlled his jetpack and flew to the balcony of the window where Schiller was.

"My God, Doctor, where did you find so many... so many... great adventurers?!"

Schiller grabbed Rocket Raccoon and pulled him in, then said: "It's really hard for you to think of such a word. But they are not surprised to see a talking raccoon because they are all mental patients. Anything they see will talk, including the flowers and plants in the yard and the hot dogs they ate this morning."

Rocket shook his head helplessly, hugged his arms with his two small hands, and then said: "Alright. I heard you have a big order?"

At this time, Star-Lord also arrived. He knocked on the door and walked in. Gamora should have followed in, but because Drax and Groot in the back were too big to enter, she could only wait outside the door.

"The Interstellar Council is moving to the Milky Way."

"What?!"

"What???"

Several exclamations sounded at the same time. Schiller waved his hand, signaling them not to be impatient, and then said: "It's currently internal news, but it will be made public before long. The reason is very complicated, and you wouldn't understand it even if I explained it. In short, we need people to go to the Southern Cross to see the situation. Have you been there?"

Rocket Raccoon and Star-Lord looked at each other. Star-Lord shook his head and said: "No. We don't often run over there. That place used to belong to Centaurus, right? I mean, the constellation Centaurus."

Schiller knew that the constellation Centaurus mentioned by Star-Lord was a constellation within the Milky Way, not very far from the solar system, about light-years away, but it was not the Centaurus where Yondu was. That Centaurus was called the Centaurus Supercluster, about 150 million light-years away from the Milky Way, and was considered a relatively prosperous area.

As for why these two names were the same, it was actually because they used Earth's translation method. In the interstellar common language, the names of these two galaxies were completely different, and the levels indicated were also different.

The constellation Centaurus mentioned by Star-Lord was on the same level as the solar system, while the Centaurus Supercluster where Yondu was was two levels higher than the size dimension of the Milky Way. From small to large, it was roughly: Solar System - Milky Way - Local Group - Virgo Supercluster, and the Centaurus Supercluster and Virgo Supercluster were on the same level, both belonging to the Laniakea Supercluster. Of course, Laniakea was not considered the central position, but relatively speaking, Centaurus and Pisces were more lively than Virgo.

Because Star-Lord spoke English, the two names were the same, so they were occasionally confused. Even the Sanctum Sanctorum sometimes couldn't figure it out when answering the phone, so he had to emphasize it specially.

"Yes, it was originally classified under Centaurus, but now it has become independent." Schiller said, "No one usually goes there, and we don't often go there either. If we make a big fuss to go exploring now, or send troops directly, we might scare away those who want to make trouble. Why don't you go over quietly and take a look. If someone is really wandering around there, you come back and tell me."

"Of course no problem. But since we want to catch the one making trouble, we probably have to stare there for a few days. Don't complain that it's slow."

"Don't worry, travel expenses and business trip expenses are all reimbursed, and I'll give you a reward of 30,000 general coins, how about that?"

"30,000?! My God, have you made a fortune recently?!" Rocket almost jumped up.

"I won't hide it from you. Those electronic lifeforms don't want to move here, after all, it's in the Nine Realms, under the nose of Asgard. Once construction starts, there is no turning back. So this is their last chance to make trouble."

"You mean our opponent might be the three major empires?"

"If they are not stupid, they shouldn't make too much noise. If you can't beat them and run, they won't dare to chase. However, even so, there is a certain danger. You know that I have always been fair and reasonable in my pricing. You are just a small squad of a few people, and you only have one small spaceship. Doing this job is indeed a bit risky, so I am willing to pay a high price."

When he said this, Star-Lord and Rocket instead backed off a bit. Rocket hesitated and said: "You are right, we are a squad of a few people, although we are called the Guardians of the Galaxy, we don't know much about the situation in the Milky Way. If it's really those people from the three major empires, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with."

Originally Star-Lord was relatively cowardly, but he remembered what Yondu said: "This universe has been controlled by the three major empires for long enough. If the political center can be moved to the Milky Way, maybe there will be some turning point."

"We can go, but we need equipment, and you'd better provide some powerful helpers."

Rocket pulled him, meaning: If they could provide powerful helpers, would they still need to find us?

"How about giving you two grams of vibranium?"

Both of them gasped. Recently, vibranium had been rising sharply. A few days ago it was 30,000, and today it had risen to 50,000. Although it might not be so expensive on Earth, if they got it and resold it, selling it for 70,000 or 80,000 would be easy. This was a super big income.

"We can also provide you with equipment. It's just that you also know that the human development level is just like that. The standard weapons produced might not be as good as what you bought on the black market. At most, we can provide you with two shields eliminated by Captain America, but you must bring them back intact, and you are not allowed to dig out the vibranium inside..."

Star-Lord and Rocket both gritted their teeth. Star-Lord waved his fist and said: "Get us two Wakandan laser spears, and we'll do it."

"No problem, I will go talk to Black Panther. Anything else?"

"Need a Sling Ring." Rocket said.

Star-Lord just wanted to stop him, but Schiller nodded and said: "Okay, we just developed a one-time portal ring recently. The return portal is fixed on the moon and can only be used once. But the advantage is that people who don't know magic can also activate it. I can give you one to try."

"That's no problem." Both were very satisfied. They said: "Just watch, if those robots dare to come, we will definitely beat them to pieces!"

After sending away the Guardians of the Galaxy, Schiller welcomed another guest, who was the Grandmaster.

"Long time no see." Schiller walked up and shook hands with him, and the Grandmaster rolled his eyes irritably.

"Don't tell me you are going to fight a cosmic war again." The Grandmaster said almost through gritted teeth, "I only have this little hobby in my life, and I didn't force you humans to gamble, is it necessary for you to kill them all?!"

"Don't be anxious, Mr. Grandmaster. This time I came specifically to talk about the casino. Do you know? The Interstellar Council is moving to the Milky Way."

"What?!"

"You also know that humans have become the Speaker, our news won't be wrong. Before long, this place will become prosperous. You know, those old officials like to go to the casino to play a few hands when they are on vacation. Moreover, I heard that you also have experience in building chain entertainment cities. I think this idea is good. We can talk about it."

The Grandmaster rolled his eyes. He could judge that Schiller was not lying. His casino business hadn't been good recently, the situation in the universe was becoming increasingly tense, which inevitably affected everyone's interest in playing. Recently, many high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen rarely came, and other ordinary guests couldn't squeeze out any oil, and he still had to spend a lot of money on publicity. The casino's behind-the-scenes sponsors were very dissatisfied.

"Open a branch in the Milky Way. We can allocate a planet for you in Centaurus. The natural conditions might not be very good, but you are building a casino anyway, so you don't need so many green plants. However, we can arrange it next to the Morning Star, the passenger flow will definitely be great."

"That's possible." The Grandmaster made a reluctant appearance and said, "However, I don't want those drunks from Asgard to come here and make trouble."

"Don't worry, not only will they not come to make trouble, but they will also provide you with security personnel."

"What???"

"Asgard hasn't been fighting much recently, and those gods are idle anyway. Let them watch the place for you. With the gods as guarantors, who would dare to make trouble on your turf?"

"My God," the Grandmaster said, "Let the gods be bodyguards in my casino, isn't that a bit... I mean, actually, not that many people make trouble. And you also know that when you open a business, it's not good to have people die."

"They will definitely be trained before they go, and they are gods, not lunatics. They were so violent before because they had to fight, and you can't show mercy on the battlefield. But if they are just watching a door, they won't strike so heavily. Doesn't killing people take effort?"

The Grandmaster had to admit that he was tempted. Think about it, two Asgardian gods standing at the door—if you are a tiger, you have to lie down; if you are a dragon, you have to coil up. Not only would no one dare to make trouble, but the status of this casino would also go up. Those are the gods! The gods who have beaten many civilizations into howling for thousands of years!

Don't look at the Shi'ar Empire also belonging to the gods, but their combat effectiveness is actually not very good. If it weren't for the special fusion nature of the two gods, they would never have today's foundation. In the universe, when people talk about gods, they specifically refer to the Asgardian gods, which shows their fame.

Even if they don't undertake any substantive security work, just standing there as a vase looks good.

"No problem." The Grandmaster agreed immediately and said, "I can give you a 12% cut, which is already very high. I only gave them 8% in the previous place."

"15%, otherwise no deal. Moreover, the gods don't need you to pay their wages. We will be responsible for all their expenses. In addition to the guards, there will be patrols patrolling regularly to ensure your safety. This price is not high."

"Okay, deal." ===== CHAPTER 4185 =====