Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 688 - 301. Now, may I have a blanket?

Chapter 688: 301. Now, may I have a blanket?

Li Aozi’s friendly words made the steel elf guy’s eyes light up, and he immediately started chatting with Li Aozi:

"You’re right, if Queen Safirino took their Star Voyager Spaceship, she’d be so angry she’d make Balino Palace float up from the deep sea, then destroy their company—by the Steel Tree, this flight attendant is terrifying, and the spaceship’s filtration system is as bad as horse piss, I’m about to die here..."

Although Li Aozi’s memory of the Imperial language was fuzzy, the elf language was one of the mandatory languages for Spellcasters, especially with myth and ethnic culture. He was very familiar with it.

After all, he had raided two high elf planets in his past life... it shouldn’t be called a raid, it should be called rescuing Starry Abyss from the grasp of "Society"!

Li Aozi chatted and laughed with the steel elf guy, completely sidelining the flight attendant. They spoke loudly on purpose, drawing a lot of attention.

"Excuse me, sir, please don’t be so noisy—"

"You have a strange accent!"

She tried to stop them, but Li Aozi immediately waved his hand and said:

"I don’t understand your Imperial language, there’s not a bit of Inherent Time Domain grammar in it—you’re not from the core area, are you?"

He said this in Tanas language, Imperial language, elf language, and even Dragon language, drawing the attention of all the passengers on the spaceship.

The face of the Galaxy flight attendant immediately turned green, but seeing that Li Aozi was having a lively conversation with someone she considered a "bigwig", she didn’t dare lose her temper.

Seeing her awkwardly standing there, feeling a bit of an eyesore, Li Aozi was too lazy to keep pretending. He immediately waved his hand:

"(Annihilation language) Give me a blanket, mortal."

As he said this, he intentionally rolled up his sleeve to reveal his slightly porcelain arm—the yellow patterns of the Elyei Spirit Race glowed instantly.

"That’s... a Spirit Pattern—"

The flight attendant’s face changed instantly as she recognized the spirit race’s identity. She quickly bowed her head in apology:

"I’m very sorry, esteemed Narrative Citizen, it was my mistake. I sincerely apologize for my vile behavior. Please forgive me for my actions. It’s all due to my narrow vision, failing to recognize your esteemed status..."

"(Annihilation language) Speak normal, I don’t understand your language."

Li Aozi rested his chin on his hand, saying contemptuously:

"(Annihilation language) You’d rather give an ice cream to a high elf than give me a blanket. This might be the fundamental reason why your Empire can never expand to Aister Nebula—narrow-mindedness, arrogance, short-sightedness. You think you’re masters when you’re just cannon fodder for the narrative."

As he spoke, Li Aozi’s Charm was completely unleashed, accompanied by Echo, resonating throughout the entire economy class, instantly winning the goodwill of all the nearby passengers.

"That woman is so snobbish..."

"I didn’t expect their flight to be this bad, never flying with them again."

"Although we are a developed civilization now, they still practice racial discrimination. If it weren’t for her hitting the iron plate this time, who knows how many people she’s discriminated against before!"

"So annoying, Kaitai Star Voyager is garbage, they’ve ruined my good mood."

Sweat started to form on the flight attendant’s forehead as she hurriedly explained:

"It’s not like that, it was just a misunderstanding—"

However, seventy percent of the passengers on this flight were Tanas people from Baizhu Star.

"That proper-looking young lady started speaking in Tanas language, right? Then she’s one of our own!"

"What does this mean? Is Galaxy Civilization discriminating against Tanas people?"

"Damn it, don’t think we are easy to bully just because we broke away from Crystal Tower! My grandfather was a veteran from the Eye of the Galaxy! He killed over forty Night Butterfly enemies on the battlefield! Don’t think discriminating against us will end well!"

"We Baizhu people might be poor, but we’re not afraid of dying in battle! Have the guts to spend a day at the Galaxy Eye Meat Grinder with us!"

An even louder voice shouted:

"I’m going to report this to President Leoz! Revoke their operating license!"

The denunciation grew more intense, and under the catalyst of Li Aozi’s charm, the nationalist consciousness of the Baizhu people started to arouse. Although most of them were mere Gamma Rank mortals, at that moment, they bravely questioned the first-class civilization’s citizens.

This change was even beyond Nephis’s expectations. She quickly contacted Nariya:

"Miss Nariya, the situation has changed, Leoz is being mobbed by people..."

"I know, the Gambler just predicted it."

Nariya pondered for a moment:

"Don’t rush, we haven’t reached the warp starfield yet... Wait a bit, I’ll activate the backup plan."

"Yes." Nephis sat in her seat and noticed the Tower man who had been scared by her earlier was now red-faced, passionately denouncing the discriminator.

"Get lost, you racist!"

"Narrative lackey!"

"I’ve already written a complaint to President Leoz, you damn spawn of Night Butterfly! Have I given you too much face or what!"

Confronted with this scene, the flight attendant instantly cowered, especially noticing that several Tower mages were glaring with gloomy eyes, magic light blossoming from them. She quickly said:

"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry! I apologize for my actions..."

"What are you apologizing for?" Li Aozi said innocently, "You just did what every Galaxy person does: racial discrimination."

"What happened?"

The co-pilot walked into the economy class, entirely bewildered, and was immediately stared at by a group of hostile Tower people. This ordinary civil aviation mechanic’s shoulders shrank instantly as he forced a smile:

"Let’s talk calmly, let’s talk calmly..."

"You Galaxy people engage in racial discrimination!" An enraged Tower auntie immediately charged in front of him. She was a burly and solid figure resembling a meatball. She grabbed his sleeve and started to curse:

"Look at your good employee! Pretending to be deaf and blind, dog eyes looking down on people, and now playing the victim. Where was your self-righteous attitude when you were discriminating against that young man? ’You don’t deserve a blanket if you can’t speak the Imperial language’—good grief, aren’t you just despicable? Your complexion isn’t even golden, it’s shifting colors, that’s why you’re so tall and lanky. Your ancestors must have been Ochumelov, right? I gave you face! I gave you face! I gave you face!"

Then she immediately slapped the co-pilot a few times.

The tall and thin co-pilot was almost knocked over by the auntie. After struggling to stabilize himself, he got another beating. He quickly looked innocent and said in a pitiful tone:

"No, auntie, listen to me—"

"Auntie?! Auntie!" The furious auntie slapped again, "Auntie! Auntie! What gives you the right to assume my age?!"

"I’m sorry, ma’am, uh-oh! Miss! Oh no, it hurts—lady, lady, alright! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"

The co-pilot was about to cry:

"The one discriminating is that flight attendant, if you want to hit someone, hit her, I’m just a pilot, what does it have to do with me!"

"Tell me, are you the leader!" The auntie shouted heroically.

"Uh, sort of—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the auntie swung her big fist like a casserole and jumped up, smashing it directly onto the co-pilot’s face:

"I knew it, look at your thuggish face! This is—when the roof is crooked, the beams are slanted! Here’s two punches for you!"

"Oh no, please don’t, auntie, I still have to fly the plane—uh."

"Auntie, huh? Auntie! Auntie! I’ll call you auntie!"

After this uproar, the flight attendant didn’t dare stand there any longer. She knelt respectfully on both knees, pleading with Li Aozi:

"Sir, please don’t make it hard for our co-pilot. This issue is my personal responsibility, please don’t extend it to our company."

"Your apology is worthless to me, it means nothing." Li Aozi said idly, "If you really want to show some sincerity, cut your hair."

"You—" The flight attendant’s eyes turned blue all of a sudden. Her long hair wasn’t just for beauty, it was also part of her body, used to control machinery and maintain balance.

For Galaxy people, cutting hair meant being useless for a long time, a treatment usually reserved for criminals.

However, seeing Li Aozi’s indifferent expression and the angry stares of the surrounding Tower passengers, she could only turn her blue eyes downward, trembling as she took hold of her long braid. With a violent tremor, the nerve bundles on her scalp detached on their own.

Thud!

The flight attendant collapsed to the floor, unable to stand after losing her hair bundles. The auntie finally let the co-pilot go, calling others to drag the discriminator away.

"I am really sorry you had to go through this." The co-pilot knelt down on one knee to meet Li Aozi’s eye level, his head full of lumps. He apologized profusely:

"Whatever compensation you need, just say the word. This was our oversight, and we will definitely enhance our service awareness, correct our attitude, and make sure such discriminatory behavior doesn’t happen again..."

"I don’t need compensation, money means nothing to me." Li Aozi spread his hands.

The co-pilot was dumbfounded:

"Then what do you want..."

"I want to borrow a blanket." Li Aozi answered.

"A blanket?"

"It gets cold during the flight. Please bring one to the lady in seat C-198, she has a child and needs to stay warm." Li Aozi repeated his request.

"Co-pilot, may I now have a blanket?"

"... Are you sure? Just for this?" The co-pilot was incredulous. "You just need a blanket, not even for yourself, but for another passenger with a child?"

"What else? I think it’s a matter of principle to help women and children. Even unconscious ant colonies have this awareness." Li Aozi said, puzzled:

"If even our so-called ’civilizational lowlands’ possess this awareness, and you, as Galaxy people, find it strange—then aren’t the uncivilized ones you so-called ’first-class civilization’ folks?"

"... You’re not a Narrative-level person?" The co-pilot was stunned.

"So what if I am, and so what if I am not?"