When Gongsun and Murong returned, Wan'er and Linda had already made the equipment and placed them there waiting to plug in the chips.

Gongsun Murong took out a chip from his soul space and held it in his palm, and Narasha's expression became solemn.

Countless people's eyes gathered on the chips that appeared on the screen. It was this chip, which educated Gongsun Murong and Narasha to what they are now. When it exhausted its energy and fell asleep, the two people it educated came to this world strongly.

It exists as a steward, it is the best steward in the world, and its supreme glory lingers in it.

Everyone is looking forward to its resurrection, hoping to see with their own eyes what the butler who can cultivate Gongsun Murong and Narasha looks like.

It is highly praised in the butler world. It is the god in the hearts of all butlers. It is a model of the industry. Its existence changes not only two people, but the entire world.

Everyone just watched like this, watching Gongsun Murong carefully put the chip into the instrument.

Then Gongsun Murong took a deep breath and said, "Start up."

The lights on the machine began to flash, and snowflakes began to appear on the connected screen.

In just one second, the snowflakes on the screen disappeared, and a kind old man with long hair and long beard appeared.

As soon as the old man's image came out, Narasha immediately neighed and shouted, "Grandpa Butler, I miss you."

Tears dripped from Narasha's face like broken pearls. She had been waiting for too long at this moment, and she always wanted to resurrect her relatives.

A smile appeared on Gongsun Murong's face. He hid it in an instant, and returned to his usual indifference and calmness. He said, "Welcome back, my housekeeper."

The old man on the screen looked around. In fact, he didn't have to do this action. He watched through the instrument, and then he suddenly laughed.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my young master and baby, Narasha have found a way to fill the energy. When I grow up, let me see, oh, oh, oh, oh, this is not the Galaxy Alliance, my baby, tell me, do you and your brother Murong already have a small force? I saw that the young master is at least sixteen years old, tell my grandpa, have you lived a hard life in the past few years?"

The housekeeper immediately judged some situations through observation, and asked Narasha who kept crying.

Narasha shook her head hard: "It's not hard, I'm just Brother Murong and I are anxious to resurrect you."

"Oh! Good kid, good kid, grandpa is back. I'm telling you, are you still having a lot of trouble on this planet? Tell grandpa, grandpa, let them see the thirty-six strategies first, and then let them know what Sun Tzu's Art of War is."

The old housekeeper stroked his beard with one hand and took the other hand, and the image of the master undoubtedly appeared.

Narasha suddenly smiled, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes twice, and nodded suddenly: "Yeah, yeah! I'm in trouble, Grandpa Butler, we're in trouble. We're not in trouble. Leading a planet toward the construction of the universe is short of manpower."

"Huh?" The old housekeeper suddenly paused when he stroked his beard: "What planet?"

"Connect channels from four continents around the world and let Grandpa Butler see it. Everyone listens to my countdown and then shouts together, Welcome Grandpa Butler, okay? I'm starting, ten, nine..."

Narasha was talking, and the channels were all connected, allowing the smart butler to see the situation in the four continents. When Narasha counted to one, all the people standing in front of the screen outside shouted: "Welcome to Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa..."

Countless pictures are switching, and the location of each picture is different, but the actions and shouting of people in each place are the same.

Then the picture goes farther, and a continent appears. Then it goes farther away, and a planet reveals its charm.

The old housekeeper shivered and he pulled down his beard. He grinned in pain while widening his eyes, looking like he couldn't believe it.

The people laughed. This butler is so humane. Can the images he made make still hurt yourself?

"Grandpa Butler, have you seen it? This is our trouble now." Narasha shook her head back and forth and said with a smile.

The old butler's expression was serious: "I saw it, I'm so troublesome. You are too strong. Some people will be unhappy when you go back. Some people may already think that the position of the clan leader is his own, but can he be better than my young master? Hahahaha, my young master is the most powerful, and I, I am the world's number one intelligent butler, hahaha~!"

The old man's hands were stuck in his waist and raised his head, arrogant and arrogant.

Narasha also laughed with Kawa.

So the people found out that this was an optimistic and happy housekeeper, a naughty and kind grandfather like a child.

Many people are already planning to find a housekeeper for their children, just like this.

After laughing, the old housekeeper restrained his expression and looked at Gongsun Murong, and said with relief: "Young Master, you did it. I have always believed that you are the best, no doubt about it."

Gongsun Murong's face was calm: "I will work harder in the future. I have already contacted the Galaxy civilization, but I have not found a way back. I am fighting for it. Wan'er, passing the information to the butler."

"Yes, Brother Murong, Grandpa, my name is Wan'er, and I am also an intelligent system. She is also called Linda. Just like me, I will give you information now."

Wan'er immediately said in a sweet voice, and Linda next to her also prepared the information. The two knew that their status in Gongsun Murong and Narasha would never be as good as this butler.

When transmitting data, the smart housekeeper was motionless, Gongsun Murong and Narasha were standing in the local area waiting. Narasha was happy, but Gongsun Murong remained calm.

He knew that Narasha could express her joy as much as he could. He couldn't. The intelligent butler would not allow him to be emotional. When he educated him, he asked him to always give people a feeling of strength, calmness and confidence. If he cried and screamed like Narasha just now, the butler would be disappointed.

It took an hour to transmit the data for an hour to complete. For intelligent systems, the amount of data is too large.

The smart butler nodded and said, "Wan'er and Linda are both good girls, and this will be your home in the future. Don't worry about your civilization having the means to limit you. When I received the data, I have found the restriction and will help you solve it soon."

His words made Wan'er and Linda happy. Not only was the last one able to resolve the limitations, but more importantly, he recognized the status of the two people. He admitted that Gongsun Murong and Narasha would not be so guarded.

Turning his head, the housekeeper said to Gongsun Murong again: "Young Master, there is no soul filling in my database. You have done a good job. You are a genius among the entire civilization genius. Continue to hide your identity. So now. Take our baby Narasha and continue to fight."

Perhaps the big reason why I have achieved such a success is that Narasha. Whenever I see her sleeping, I feel a sense of urgency, which is so tormenting.

"Let's go, let's go, we're going to earn military merits." Narasha entered the mecha and jumped forward.

They are on a deserted planet, and they cannot be said to be deserted, but they are too close to the battlefield. If they come to build, the other party will fight back and destroy it again, and they will be in vain in the early stage.

There is still a distance from here to the place where the battle is in conflict. They need to go there themselves, which takes about three days. Then they will enter the camp of the Galaxy Civilization, which is similar to the previous alliance.

The two of them are now without identity, so they need to enter the information first. This is actually easy to deal with. Moreover, the other party’s signal system is connected, and the information will naturally pass.

It’s easy to make a fraud. They control the transfer of information in the other side of the space tunnel. When they come out, they have already done it. As long as they have a series of things, everything is right.

Their identities will become people filled with the soul of the Galaxy Civilization, and all kinds of fake names can be used. Of course, if the Galaxy Civilization specifically stares at them and checks the soul of the soul, these will be exposed.

The two of them had already thought about it. When the time comes, they would say that they were coming to support the Galaxy Civilization. It was really filled with souls. Can the Galaxy Civilization still kill people?

If it really doesn't work, you can also exchange interests with the Galaxy civilization and control the space tunnel so confidently.

I felt that the two thoughtful people were about to enter space, Gongsun Murong suddenly stopped, and then his soul moved, and a person fell out, gasping for a while.

"But I'm suffocating, Marquis Gongsun, there's no air inside." The person who came was pale.

"You..." Gongsun Murong asked a word. He suddenly felt that the soul-filling instrument in the soul space received signals and was running very fast, which was damaged to the instrument, and then a person appeared.
Chapter completed!