“Mil needs a playmate, hopefully, it won’t die too quickly,” said the handsome Prince Erlben to Vice Admiral Ivan with an evil look on his face, and in Chinese. Somehow, Mo Anan felt that Erlben was not a good person, and this Prince Mil didn’t sound like a good person either. Vice Admiral Ivan, escorting (almost dragging) Mo Anan, passed through layers of half-meter-thick steel anti-theft doors from the No. 7 Hunting Zone to the No. 1 Hunting Zone. He pressed a small fingerprint touchscreen embedded in the steel plate, and the thick door slowly slid apart in a meshing manner. A noble young man with luxurious clothing and pure white hair, even eyebrows, appeared. Mo Anan’s eyes widened in surprise.
Vice Admiral Ivan entered first, respectfully placing his left hand on his chest, performing a standard noble salute, “Hello, Prince Mil, this is a gift from Prince Erlben, hoping you will like it.” Prince Mil, the sole heir to the Austin Empire. Prince Mil, tilting his head, looked at the dusty Mo Anan, and responded to Vice Admiral Ivan in somewhat stilted Chinese, “A humanoid creature? It looks quite pretty.” Mo Anan’s mouth twitched; it was the first time he had been called pretty by someone (or something?).
Then, the white-haired prince elegantly asked, “It smells delicious, may I eat it?” Mo Anan: …!!
Vice Admiral Ivan respectfully answered, “Best not, Prince Mil. This creature appeared unprovoked in the No. 7 Hunting Zone; I believe it is extremely precious. Please handle it with care. Oh, by the way, on their home planet, there is a term to describe this rare, near-extinct species – Giant Panda.” Mo Anan: … (I’m going to die from embarrassment, being treated like a panda by some hairy, breathing thing…)
Prince Mil nodded, telling Vice Admiral Ivan, “Understood, I’ll be careful. What does it eat, the same as us?” Vice Admiral Ivan pulled out his electronic encyclopedia, flipping through several pages with a stylus, and respectfully replied, “Humans… should be omnivorous, consuming both animals and plants.”
