Next comes the signing of a series of documents.

Soma turned on the holographic projector on his desk, and the electronic documents were spread out on his desk like paper materials.

Juan holds the projector's virtual pen in his hand and signs the virtual paper documents one by one.

"I said to Soma Webmaster, it's all electronic, why do you have to go to so much trouble?"

"Appropriate formalism is still necessary, so that it can appear more solemn, and the whole process is videotaped, proving that you approve these documents."

"Video? Wait, when did it start? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"It is common sense that important documents must be videotaped when signing. However, if you are not satisfied, we can start over."

"Forget it, I'm so tired of signing. I haven't written so many words in four years of college. Okay, I've signed everything. Is it done?"

"Why does your company registration application form only have a signature? It also needs to be filled in at the front."

"Spare me, what should I write here?"

"The name of a media company. Every company must have a name. Choose a good name."

“Is ‘Beautiful Planet’ okay?”

"No, you can't use the place name directly, you have to add something else after it, or change it."

“What about ‘Brave New World’?”

"Sounds good... Oh, no, it's been registered."

Juan mentioned a few more names, but they were all registered by others. He scratched the green hair on his head and felt that he had to come up with a very distinctive name.

“What about ‘World Tree’?

"I guess no one would give such a name. After all, they can't know..."

"The pit next to the World Tree is very deep. Did you fall in?"

"Haha, is that a bottomless sinkhole? If I fall, can I still come up alive?"

"So you have indeed entered the tree elf reservation."

"Dang... no, no, I was just passing by and listened to Morgan's introduction. I didn't go in. He told me that it was a forbidden area..."

"Did Morgan tell you about the sinkhole?"

"No, he did not……"

"Then how do you know there's a sinkhole inside?"

"I-I saw it on the top of New Kilimanjaro."

"you are lying!"

"Wait a minute, Soma, please listen to my explanation."

"security guard!"

"No, Soma, I never thought of violating your prohibition!"

Two strong security guards came in at the door.

"Take this gentleman to the interrogation room and be polite. Also, send someone to notify Jack and ask him to bring Morgan."

"Soma, oh, Soma, considering that we have eaten and drank together, and considering that I want to immigrate, can we just let this matter go?"

"Following the rules is my motto.

"But Juan, don't be nervous. Even if you do violate the ban, I will forgive you considering it is your first offense.

"But things need to be clarified, not to mention that this matter also involves Morgan.

"If it is proven that he was at fault or failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a guide, I will revoke his temporary hunting license."

"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with Morgan, it's all my fault."

"We'll talk about it when Morgan comes. The company will be called 'World Tree', right?"

"Soma, Soma..."

"It's a good name, I like it, it's great, no one registered it, it passed.

"You go to the interrogation room and sit for a while. I will submit your immigration materials and report them. It's just a process. It will be quick."

Juan was invited into the interrogation room by security guards.

About half an hour later, Jack walked in with Morgan.

"Morgan, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I let it slip in a moment of stupidity..."

"Quiet! No talking without permission!" shouted a security guard who brought Juan over.

Another security guard on the side reported anxiously: "Report to the captain, I don't know where Henk went last night, and he is still nowhere to be seen."

Jack's face looked very haggard, he probably hadn't slept well, and his eyes were blurry. He seemed to be thinking about something, similar to how he looked in the restaurant last night. He didn't seem to hear his subordinates' inquiries clearly.

"who?"

"Henk, I was with you for the genetic screening yesterday..."

Jack seemed to wake up, and he interrupted angrily: "Why are you asking him?"

"He owes me money. I'm afraid he'll run away..."

"You're fucking gambling again, how many times have I told you not to gamble!"

"No, Captain..."

"Get out! Get out of here, both of you! Mind yourselves and stay out of irrelevant things!"

The two security guards ran out grunting.

Jack ignored Juan and Morgan. He found a chair and lay down on his own, pulled his cowboy hat down over his face and took a nap.

Juan didn't dare to talk loudly, so he gestured with his hands to write on the table and told Morgan: "I'll be fine, just push it on me."

Morgan nodded solemnly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and hour by hour. Soma, who had promised to come soon, was delayed by something and never showed up.

It wasn't until it was almost dinner time that Soma walked in.

His face was very white, his eyes were straight, and his walking posture was a bit strange, as if his brain had been violently impacted and he could no longer coordinate his body well.

Soma sat down facing Juan, his lips trembled twice, and there was no expression of joy on his taut face: "Congratulations Juan, your immigration application has been approved. Now you are a resident of this planet.

.”

Juan felt that he should be happy because his goal was achieved, but Soma's expression made him unhappy no matter what.

"Soma, I confess. I entered the tree elf reservation. Morgan persuaded me, but I insisted on going in. It's all my fault. If you want to punish me, then punish me. It has nothing to do with Morgan."

"No need to say more." Soma shook his head, seemingly not paying attention to what Juan said.

"No, it really has nothing to do with Morgan. I'm not trying to protect him. I'm telling the truth. He has really fulfilled his responsibility as a guide..."

"Forget it, Juan, stop talking, it doesn't matter anymore." Soma leaned on the back of the chair dejectedly, looking up at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Soma, what's wrong with you?" Juan couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, he had a strange feeling. Soma was supposed to be interrogating him, but now, it seemed like he was interrogating Soma.

Juan's greeting was like a pebble thrown into the abyss.

The interrogation room fell into an eerie silence.

Jack should be awake, but he kept his posture of pretending to be asleep, with his cowboy hat still covering his face.

Morgan kept his face as straight as ever, as serious as a beef cow waiting to be slaughtered.

Soma, who was leaning back on the chair, looked like the exposed white sand beach before the tsunami.


Chapter completed!