Chapter 1209: with translation of chapter title

NO．113：▄▄ why not preserve his ▄▄▄ history

Everyone, let's meet at Carlos Hot Springs later! Little Snake estimates it'll be at least 12 o'clock.

12 o'clock? You're not planning to sleep? Although I can't sleep either.

Regardless, Aachen is seven hours behind Tokyo, so the group is destined to set off in the morning and arrive at midnight, and they won't be tired. When the two groups each put away their luggage and changed clothes, and gathered in Aomo, Qian, and Qielinenina's room, they inevitably discussed the daytime itinerary.

Suzi team member, want this? For adjusting the time difference. Bourbon silently pulled out a medicine box.

Adjusting the time difference is nothing more than a schedule, or rather sleep time, and the Federation already has developed side-effect-free sleeping pills for such needs.

The main customers are office workers switching between work and holidays, as well as remote business-trip office workers.

"I can make something better myself," Suzi, who had glanced at the medicine box for a few seconds, said disdainfully, "Don't take this from now on; just come find me."

…Understood.

After a moment of silent hesitation, glancing at the trainer who hadn't glowed for a while, Mipu Bourbon still gave an affirmative answer.

Aomo pretended not to see that look, just clapped his hands: "If there's a chance, I'll try to be early; honestly, I can't help but look forward to everyone's swimsuits."

Eh~ Little Snake is really H, what to do? I'd rather let China-chan try on a yukata.

No problem, I'm also looking forward to it; with nearly two days and two nights, there will always be an opportunity.

Do we really have to wear them? This isn't an Eastern-style hot spring, right... Texas isn't used to such traditional attire, especially after hearing about some ambiguous traditions, like not wearing underwear underneath.

As carefree and spontaneous as she is, she normally only dresses like that at home.

Carlos indeed isn't, but Aachen has many hot spring shops; there should be some Eastern-style ones, though it's hard to expect how authentic they are.

Huh? Why look for an Eastern-style hot spring in Baud? If you want authenticity, go back and find it; I'm more looking forward to the outdoor beach area here, but I'll wait until I first check out this place's research institute.

Be careful not to get thrown out, Miss Suzi.

Hmph, I have official research proof; even if I drop the name of Central Treisen, they'll let me in!

"You're planning to go to the Treisen research institute here?" Aomo was slightly surprised.

Otherwise? Could I just barge into another company's turf without an appointment?

"I really fear you'd do that," the trainer in charge of the horse girl's conduct, lacking confidence, sighed, then quickly spoke before the other got upset: "By the way, Bourbon, you and Suzi pay attention."

Don't soak in the hot spring too long. Although the calcium in hot springs is good for the body, too long may cause adverse effects.

Okay, Master.

"What's with the enthusiasm? This guinea pig guy isn't a trainer, is he?" Suzi shot a sharp glance, "Instead of coming over to manage, you want us to pay attention?"

"Hey Little Snake, this isn't some preparation for not coming back later, is it?" Qian also chimed in, then gave Texas a doubtful look: "Are you planning to spend a good evening with just you and China-chan over there, ignoring everyone here?"

……

Forget the guinea pig guy, why are you also silent? Qielinenina, you wouldn't also be looking forward to it, would you?

"Sorry, although I hadn't thought of that, after Qian mentioned it…… it's hard to say," the black-haired wolf girl lowered her head slightly and whispered, "Not looking forward……"

Hey——? No way! I want to go along too! I also want to go see Little Snake's hometown!

"I'm not going back just to sightsee my hometown, cut it out," raising a hand to block Shinjo Miss's fist-like shamelessness, Aomo was utterly helpless, "I and Qielinenina will come back; if we have time, I can take you to visit the orphanage where I stayed as a child."

"Alright then," Shinjo Qian stepped forward and hugged him, "I'm really worried that Little Snake will get dragged into something again."

"Even if something really happens, I'll prioritize keeping my promise," after returning the hug and stepping apart, Aomo gave a helpless laugh, "This isn't really a flag-or-not topic."

Alright, then I wish you smooth sailing over there.

"Yeah, don't stir up trouble." Suzi, turning sideways, impatiently flicked her hand.

This forms a stark contrast with the respectful Bourbon.

Master, Miss Qielinenina, wish you smooth work.

Yeah, you guys have fun first. Qielinenina nodded.

"We can first plan where to go and where to eat," Aomo waved his hand, then looked at Texas, "Let's go."

——

Outside the hotel lobby, that was still a set of battle armor that seemed ready to go to war at any moment, Treisis nodded at the approaching Aomo Lindun and Qielinenina Texas.

Such a greeting left Texas stunned, and he instinctively turned his head to look at Aomo.

Although not obvious, this counts as a rare kind gesture from the other party, somewhat inconsistent with her impression of that Kazdail general.

The nearby Doctor Luo Xia, who was chatting with Myerces and Kaisi about something, turned his head and likewise said in surprise: "You actually came out? Actually we planned to go straight to the committee, but Treisis called us over to wait."

After saying that, he helplessly pulled out something resembling a permission card from his pocket and handed it to the latter.

"Looks like you guys opened a betting pool." Aomo was somewhat speechless.

Moreover, it was only those two who had started the betting pool themselves; he glanced at those two who ignored him, then nodded in greeting to Zhong Yue and the other researchers who were saying hello over here.

"It's rare to see him this interested," under Kaisi's gaze at the fool, the doctor helplessly shrugged, "This will add 1% of resources to the defense committee side."

After glancing at Treisis, Aomo then looked at him: "You're betting I'll arrive late?"

"Whether it's a child or a girlfriend, you always need to take extra care of them; are those few of yours really that easy to get along with?"

That's partly the reason.

"You can't possibly fail to notice that this guy is especially good at dealing with people?" Treisis said calmly, "Come catch up, Manfred has already passed the cathedral; we'll wait for him on the outer street."

"Manfred is coming to pick people up? Isn't that a bit overblown?" the doctor asked.

"You don't even know that Tiresia isn't good at refusing others' enthusiasm?" Treisis gave him a glance; although somewhat rude, the doctor's height in this crew could only be classified as female.

It's quite contrary to common sense; given the pre-civilization technology level he's from, they actually didn't give him genetic optimization for physique and build.

And look at this lineup; do you really think it's overblown?

That really isn't the case.

Without even needing to look around, the doctor just shrugged embarrassedly, which inevitably drew Aomo's surprised gaze.

I always feel this person's state has relaxed quite a bit; his judgment, frequently suppressed by Treisis, has weakened, just like mine last week.

Does having someone back you up make you relax on your own?

Although it looks problematic, but when there really is a tall person standing there, this lifestyle is instead more energy‑efficient in the long run; as a boss there's no need to turn oneself into an all‑powerful superhero; if it weren't for the Geliza card indeed only being reassuring when I watch it myself, Aomo would have already thrown Chen and He over and gone out with the girls.

Although there's nothing to wander around at this late hour… He glanced at this quiet and serene long road, the only source of light being rows of street lamps.

His keen hearing actually kept up with the quality of the other team members, and they all looked toward the direction from which the vehicle's driving sound came.

But compared to the vehicle's driving sound, everyone was more concerned about the rumbling sound that seemed like an engine going berserk.

"This commotion isn't like Manfred." Terexis frowned slightly.

"I guess an explosive will fly out later," Luo Xia, who had been called out a few times in front of outsiders and seemed to be trying to regain a serious demeanor, muttered softly, then turned to Aomo: "Please don't attack later, Mr. Aomo; this isn't an accomplice of last week's attackers."

"What's W? I've looked up her information before."

Trying to hide one's operations in front of this group is foolish; besides, Aomo usually browses forums as a normal visitor, with access records and such, so the Rhodes Island PRTS system likely already has statistics.

"She prefers to be called Vishdial," Miuerses said, peeking half a head out from behind Luo Xia, "and she's quite opinionated toward Committee Chair Terexis and the Doctor, and lately her opinions have grown stronger."

"Because of that mobile game?" Aomo glanced at the committee chair and the doctor.

He still remembered the conversation those two had when they first met last week.

And Miuerses's answer also confirmed his guess.

"Because of that mobile game."

"The day before yesterday she even tried to delete part of the underlying code," Hemo added.

"He can't even get past PRTS, that kid knows nothing about code; rather, the problem lies more with Mr. Williams of the cleaning unit, in order to conceal some of his ongoing history."

"It's not hard to understand, but we can't let him keep doing that."