Frederick Shaw shook his head and said there was none, "The patrolling soldiers brought back the message that he specifically asked for you to see him."
Sheffield Benedict said he understood.
Frederick Shaw couldn't figure out Sheffield Benedict's attitude and asked another question, "Do you really plan to meet with him?"
Sheffield Benedict's expression was indifferent, and his lips carried a polite but distant smile, "Why shouldn't I go?"
"But that's a wanderer, I worry for your safety," Frederick Shaw said.
Wanderers, to put it nicely, are called wanderers, but in plain terms, they're just a group of planet refugees.
Their own planets were occupied and destroyed, leaving them with no choice but to roam around.
At first, nobody cared, but later on, for some reason, they gathered together and gradually coalesced into a force.
They might not have many in numbers, and their weapons weren't advanced, surviving by the thuggish method of "shoot and scoot."