Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 649 Kneeling in Gratitude

This result is a happy one for everyone.

The chief looked at Xu Weiwei with excitement. He never imagined that the little girl who was so sickly that she needed to be taken care of could now shelter them from the wind and rain.

He fully understood her good intentions after her efforts. Although both were moving to unfamiliar places, that house on Star 9 was "a relative's house," and the feeling of "staying with relatives" was different from going to a completely unfamiliar place.

The idea of ​​paying her in kind further reveals that she is a kind-hearted girl. The food and lodging for these three hundred-plus people must have been incredibly expensive, not to mention the life-saving grace she received over the past two days. The debt is already far too deep to repay.

The chief, unable to speak, could only silently remember this kindness.

Someone rang the bell outside the command room: "General, reporting on the progress of the mission."

Sifus stood up and said to both sides, "That's all for now. You may all return to your quarters. Our fleet is scheduled to depart at seven o'clock tonight. There is nothing more Your Highness needs to do. You may return to your rooms to rest. I still have some follow-up work to oversee. Excuse me."

Fast stood up, put his hands behind his back, and bowed his head.

The three siblings followed their father out, and Kane pushed the chief out as well.

"Wait a moment."

Xu Weiwei, who was walking at the back, was called back and withdrew her foot that was about to step out the door.

Fast walked over to her, took her wrist, and fastened the bracelet back on. Then he looked up at her, smiled gently, and said, "Returning it to its rightful owner."

Xu Weiwei's body stiffened, but she endured it without moving until the very end when she pulled her hand back and hurriedly walked out as if fleeing.

She was afraid that if she was even a second late, she would start getting goosebumps.

After she left, Fast relived the moment she smiled at him, feeling extremely smug.

He believed that if he wanted to, there was no woman he couldn't win over. Selene was a bit young, and he could understand her occasional capriciousness. He would help her mature gradually.

"General, the count is complete. There are 339 people in total, 150 men and 189 women. Here is their roster," the sergeant reported.

"They have been initially divided into 34 groups, with each of the two frigates capable of accommodating 17 groups."

Sifus glanced at it briefly. "Okay, let's do it this way. Organize boarding after six o'clock. Make sure to maintain discipline and don't touch anything they shouldn't. Assign one of our soldiers to each room. Just give instructions to the women."

"Yes!"

"Godfather, thank you."

Ganz thanked Seifert solemnly, then knelt down with a thud, his forehead pressing against the cold metal floor.

Kane and Ryan were startled by his actions and quickly took two steps back to the side.

Xu Weiwei went over and grabbed his arm to try to help him up, but it was as if she was pulling a heavy weight and he wouldn't budge.

Ganz remained stubbornly prostrate. He knew how much effort, manpower, and resources the Seifert family had devoted to helping him. It was an immeasurable weight, and this was the only way he could express his gratitude.

The chief in the wheelchair spoke in a weary voice: "Vie, don't help him. Your father can endure it, and so can each of you."

"If it weren't for my two legs, I would be kneeling there and kowtowing to you."

"Uncle Chief..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gantz banged his head against each of them again, each time with a dull thud.

Kane and Ryan had nowhere to hide, like cats with their fur standing on end. After that moment of awkwardness, a wave of heartache and sadness washed over them.

After all, they had been together for a year, and seeing him like this, the two of them felt somewhat sorry for him.

After he finished kneeling, Sifus stepped forward, took his arm, and personally helped him up.

"I appreciate your gratitude, but don't feel too pressured. I'm just repaying a favor. The people you should really thank are yourselves for being willing to lend a helping hand in the first place."

“If it weren’t for Wei’er, we wouldn’t have formed this bond, and I wouldn’t have bothered with today’s affairs. It’s just an equal exchange. Or rather, it’s a case of good deeds being rewarded.”

Ganz opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was hoarse: "Mmm..."

Sifus's lay all this out in the open did not cause any offense or discomfort. Ganz had his own scales to weigh right and wrong.

Two starships that went out have returned.

The other two sergeants returned to report.

"General, the collection work is complete. We've brought back 64 pots of mature Ula grass plants that meet the requirements, 198 tubes of sap in bamboo containers, as well as clothing, dried meat, and some herbs. We've also deployed defenses in the valley, planting 252 bombs..."

The chief was stunned, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Sifus explained, "After we leave, others will come up and loot, so we might as well take the useful things with us first. The bombs are all numbered, so they can be cleared later. There's no need to worry about safety."

"No, you, that, those clothes, you went back to look for them..."

"Ah, yes. The soldiers noticed some scattered bundles in the mountains during the search and rescue operation the day before, but they didn't collect them because lives were at stake. These are your traditional clothes and other familiar items. It would be a shame to lose them, but keeping them is a way to remember them."

The chief's nose started to sting with tears. He hadn't expected Seifert to be so thoughtful.

This kind of warmth in the smallest details is truly touching.

"General, what's the next step for these things?" the sergeant continued to ask.

"Transfer the sap from the plants and bamboo tubes to the main ship, count the number of clothes, and distribute the rations and other food items to the locals on the spot, as well as the herbs—"

“Take it if you find it useful; we don’t need it,” the chief replied.

He observed that the methods of healing outside were very different from theirs. The small pills and clear liquid looked exquisite, easy to swallow, and quick to take effect. He figured they must cost a lot of money. It would be outrageous for them to be so stingy with these things.

Sifus glanced at his daughter, and Xu Weiwei nodded to him.

"The herbs have also been moved to the main ship."

"Yes, sir!" The sergeant accepted the order and left.

Besides moving things, he also has a "sorting" job, which is a bit troublesome and he needs to hurry.

Only one sergeant remains.

His gaze was fixed ahead, on a point of nothingness, his expression as serious and solemn as ever.

"Reporting to the general, the mass grave has been dug and all the corpses have been placed in their coffins."

His report consisted of only one short sentence, yet it sent a jolt through everyone present.

A thousand-person tomb...

Yes, so many people died. If we dig them up one by one, how long will it take? If they lived together, they would have company down there...

I just don't know if it'll be too cramped, or if you'll complain about my smelly feet, or I'll complain about his snoring... His wife can't stand his snoring the most...

The chief took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling.