Chapter 1268: with translation of chapter title

Vishdier

Vishdier

Although her age is still far from the word "old", she who held a knife at the age when others held toys is truly indeed an old mercenary.

Teresys

Ma Zhongpeng

Perhaps it can inadvertently let you exceed expectations, attract some astonishing admiring glances, become a small pretentious point that makes your mood good all day; but more often, you will be astonished at the uselessness of those experiences and skills, and then be forced to learn the knowledge you once scorned, ruining your mood for several months.

W (W) - keep as "W".

One reason why mercenaries and soldiers whose notions are already set find it hard to accept civilian life is this gap; but those who resist civilian life generally also fail to notice their advantage over ordinary civilians.

Whether it is the resilience and perseverance forged in war, or the emergency response ability honed on diverse battlefields, or even the meticulous way of thinking, these are rare traits among those living in peaceful years.

This trait, even in peaceful life, can produce elites, can produce strong individuals; but unfortunately, most veterans are unaware of this, let alone that to put these traits to use also requires a shift in thinking direction.

Your Highness

Monster Controllers

Electric Light Machine King

Electric Light Machine King World Line

Kazdel Defense Committee

Defense Committee

Babel Tower

Rhodes Island

Never having experienced the death of the person they most longed for, nor even the dispersal of loved ones, happily at Babel Tower, then Rhodes Island, then smoothly completing personnel reassignment, running to work at the Kazdel Defense Committee is the Bomb Demon (crossed out) Demon Lady.

Committee Chair

In the Electric Light Machine King world line, Ma Zhongpeng once told the Chen he knew that his refusal to join the monster controllers' camp was precisely to reap his own share of 'unfreedom', and Miss Vishdiel is the same.

In front of Telei Xiya, she never liked the free mercenary life as much as she imagined.

She had long since encountered her own unfreedom, so she cannot blame those around her for constantly sighing at her softening, sighing, "It's hard to imagine that the W of back then and her now are the same person."

Although this is indeed the fact, Miss Vishdiel, who hasn't become utterly thoroughgoing, will still be stubborn, will still hold a grudge against such teasing, always ready to seize the opportunity to give you a big stunt.

This is not difficult for her at all.

In fact, as long as she is not in front of Telei Xiya, her temperament, manner of handling affairs, and even her way of speaking are indeed not much different from before.

Including, when you're not paying attention, stirring up some incidents that aren't serious but certainly not minor, to have her personally send the base's flagpole.

This is not some cultural convergence; it's simply a punishment method learned purely from Rhodes Island.

While hanging people on the flagpole for public display, the Federation's overly perfect and developed projection technology also gave the convenience of directly writing "achievement", which can be said to be very perfect.

Then, in his own way, he obtained the confidential recording of the base training ground, and through a big publicity drive gathered seventy percent of the personnel stationed at the base; Vishdiel made a big haul, and after experiencing half an hour of carefree freedom, he was still hung on the plaza flagpole.

At this point, this demon lady with decent looks and a pretty good figure should be glad she's wearing long pants today.

But considering that this demon, active on the battlefield, is a bomb-mage who skillfully uses all kinds of explosives, with tactics like ambush detonation, delayed induced explosion, frontal explosion chaining, etc., coming naturally from actual history.

This relatively stern long-pants jacket outfit can only be said to have been prepared in advance, not intending to give others an eyeful.

This is not merely speculation; in fact, before the crowd of demons who dare not even breathe in the atmosphere of Telesis, unable to continue questioning "Is Telesis acting?!", "Does the Regent have another motive?!", "Are you colluding?!", Vishdiel's apology was very decisive.

The blunt "Sorry" uttered over and over failed to have the proper apologetic effect, instead making people frown, feeling as if they were listening to something like Heimu Zhu's "Record of Repentance".

In short, one cannot feel any sincerity.

This doesn't sound rigid, nor obstinate; rather, it sounds like a genuine apology, yet it gives a feeling of being weirdly sarcastic no matter how you listen, especially when you shout for her to refund money, she just sits there changing the subject.

But you also can't attack her in front of Telesis and Telei Xiya; as for letting the two chairmen preside over justice…

The National Defense Committee openly forbids gambling.

If these two don't mention it, they're letting everyone off the hook; but if you jump out now to talk about the gambling matter, you'll not only get no money, but also bring everyone a fine and wage deduction.

Thus these people, both victims and innocents, can only gather here, circling around to scold Vishdiel, while she just lets it go in one ear and out the other, standing there apologizing to everyone as Telei Xiya said.

Anyway, this crowd won't be standing for long.

After all, the base's operations aren't sufficiently automated; fully sixty percent of the seventy percent of members are gathered here—Teleses at most allows them to listen to the apology.

After listening, you should get lost back to your workstations, you stupid gambling dogs!

Vishdiel, in her heart, sticks out her tongue and pulls her eyelids at those guys already being urged by Telesis in a cold voice, but on the surface she still puts on an appearance of deep guilt and self-reproach while apologizing.

At a glance they're all flushed with anger, and inside she feels incredibly good.

Especially since Telesis's complexion is visibly worse than usual, this pleasure point could be even higher, but unfortunately these guys haven't scurried off yet; if His Highness weren't present, she would just blow the pole and run away.

After laying low for a few weeks to avoid the spotlight, she's back to being the familiar Vishdiel everyone knows.

Besides, Your Highness is easy to talk to, and as long as her own demolition work is done decently, the brother who cares about achievements—Your Highness's p-face brother—has no reason to pursue her—looking at past experience, her calculation poses no problem at all, provided that the youth surrounded by colleagues who have won many bets isn't present.

"Miss Vishdiel."

When he came over and spoke, Vishdiel instinctively glanced at Telei Xiya's location, then immediately kept her lowered-head posture, reciting a script hardly different from before: "Really sorry, I've caused you trouble."

"It's just a small matter, but I have an opportunity here to redeem myself through service; would you like to consider it?"

"Huh?"