Chapter 484: NO. 67: Also can't wait to show off the horse girl I raised

NO. 67: Also can't wait to show off the horse girl I raised.

Keep doing your own business……

This really is a broad work indicator.

Moreover, it exudes a feeling of a perfect project where everything has already settled and there's no need to patch anything further.

It seems the other party hired me just to prevent me from helping the opposing side, merely buying a stance with money to gain one less enemy.

You really think highly of me!

But I'm a consultant!

I'm an armed consultant!

Your employees and your factory are constantly being sabotaged; won't letting me go out justify the hiring fee?

The deposit is three cards, two cards during work, and three cards for wrap-up—this is written into the employment contract!

An A-rank commission! It's a high-level rank that can be added to the office's resume to increase its value!

Although Aomo felt no panic like 'The treatment is this good? You might as well let me eat shit, I'm uneasy.'

But hearing Commander Blake say that, I felt that the people from Chaldea and the Kingdom of Light's office were not handling things well, and the situation wasn't great.

I sent out any intelligence immediately, without delay—what's wrong with you lot executing things?

The Kingdom of Light actually has the astonishing feat of 'Max only has three days left; we'll rescue him in three days!'—Chaldea isn't that disgraceful.

But if that's the case, it's not a big problem.

Really, producing soldiers for a new world isn't impossible to handle; it's just destined to become a long-term issue.

It's basically opening a new activity for the Chaldea and Kingdom of Light offices.

You guys aren't just indifferent, are you?

Just thinking that the Kingdom of Light's office might hope to use this side's training possibilities, Aomo didn't know if he was judging a gentleman's belly with a petty heart.

But Chaldea definitely shouldn't expect to grind materials here.

You'd be better off forcibly capturing that Moriarty guy to work……

The skills of a criminal consultant are not much worse than a detective's when handling cases.

Opening the light screen and glancing at Gui Yuan Zhi Tang's chat box, even if I didn't look for a while, it was just idle chatter; Moriarty didn't participate, making it seem like he was really conscripted.

But it also seems like he's simply uninterested in the topic, peeking at the screen just like me.

If I just shouted……

That would be too much like startling the snake; in this data field, would it be monitored by data or something—although Aomo has learned a lot, he's always relied on the digital beast beside him for this part.

So the time……

"Who?!"

The Nakel Star Person, who kept asking other employees in the brightly lit lab and confirming the equipment was operating normally, turned around and saw a youth in human form standing at the door.

"What? It's you—what are you doing here?"

"I came just to help you," Aomo smiled as he approached, "Why would you ask what I'm doing? On the contrary, I'm curious what you're doing."

"You're not raising Blake King, are you?"

Although it shares a similar name with Commander Blake, Blake King is a more famous bodyguard monster than Commander Blake.

Its fame lies in being common; it often appears alongside Nakel Star People, just like Jetton and Jetton People—it's a relationship between cultivator and cultivator.

"Impossible!" the Nakel Star Person scoffed, about to say something instinctively, then suddenly stopped, glanced at Aomo again, and waved a hand.

"But that's none of your business; you're just an armed consultant—go check out the legion over there, that's enough, don't worry about technical issues."

"What problems? I'm also very interested in technical issues."

"You? An armed consultant interested in technology? How funny."

"Nothing funny about it—I heard the Defense Science Director of Rhodes Island is also a technical talent; it's common for professional knowledge not to match one's specialty~"

"That's well said, but I don't trust mercenaries—you still… gun… get lost," the Nakel Star Person, recalling the blade the Kaim Star People had used on him earlier and the earlier Magma Army Sword, grumbled as he walked to the next instrument, "Don't let me find the commander to complain about you."

"And that guy at the door is here for you, right? Hurry up and take him along—he reeks of fish and it's driving me crazy!"

"" Aomo, who had been glancing around, especially noting the researchers' positions, turned his head at the words and saw a Metoron Star Person standing at the lab doorway.

Although many aliens' appearances tend to look homogeneous to human eyes, just like people often are face‑blind toward foreigners, clothing is obviously an excellent identification standard.

And not far off, the Metoron Star Person wearing a T‑shirt and jeans, Aomo naturally recognized him as Tevel.

When reporting, he stammered, and his companions once thought he had been threatened by Aomo.

"Well then, allow me to take my leave."

With such courtesy, Aomo regretted it slightly, slightly retracting the hand chain he had been pinching in his sleeve.

The red light on the snake patterns and crescent also quickly dimmed, swaying with his steps inside the sleeve as he approached that Metoron Star Person.

"Hey there, my friend—I thought you'd be busy debugging the devices in Area D."

Undoubtedly Badé language, it is his mother tongue rarely used in the Boundary Gate Area.

Among these aliens who all have earlier versions of simultaneous translators, it naturally appears extremely natural.

Of course, he also has this; rather, it's standard equipment for the present age.

Some choose simultaneous translation, while others choose to directly pump knowledge into their brains.

The difference lies only in using sorcery versus stuffing documents.

"Uh… there are several Ultraman Warriors attacking in Area D…" but this obviously fearful Metoron Star Person spoke in a smooth Jidong language.

"I see, that really is off‑limits, but is that okay? Tevel, those guys are top‑notch at demolition."

Aomo walked and asked, bringing him along out of the lab corridor, gradually stepping onto a public yet quiet street.

Upon such a street where a black luxury car could pop out at any moment, yet the heavy rain continued, someone visibly relaxed.

"Of course it's fine—the work over there was already done, all logged into Fayin Bas's central processor!"

The stutter was gone, the hesitation was gone, even speaking became lively and confident; this Meitelong alien no longer had his former timidity, perhaps this confidence came from being soaked in rain with his aquatic traits.

By comparison, turning a wristband into a samurai sword and holding up a shield like an umbrella, Aomo's purity is much lower.

As for Fayin Bas...

Although the other party didn't introduce it, Aomo remembered that it was a large mechanical device from Diga Ultraman.

Then where is the crew of Fayin Bas located?

How would I know? Only the guys in the core area know this, and what's the point of asking? Tevier turned his head to look at him.

Even if you knew, sending it to that group of Ultraman warriors and Chaldea warriors would only expose yourself; they simply cannot reach that simulated constancy deep region.

Ah... the simulation of constancy is indeed tricky.

Right? … Wait, what are you doing? Tevier stared at his hand constantly fiddling in midair.

Just sharing some info in real time; later I'll trouble you to help me get the specifics, my friend.

Ah ah, I know, it's not like I endured all this hardship just for this." Tevier said somewhat despairingly.

The investigation of the sudden joiner is suspicious, let alone that he once cooperated with the enemy.

But the victim easily receives sympathy and care.

Of course, ordinary people might consider wronging themselves, enduring humiliation and bearing burdens, while Aomo...

He directly chose to wrong others!

Is that so? I think nobody can see your expression change; you just need to act with your voice.

Still tough! I never knew how to act before! So shouldn't you pay an advance? Linton trainer?

Huh?

After tapping the group send confirmation key, the Aomo who had just turned back looked up.

Hey! You wouldn't try to dodge the bill, would you? The agreed Sapporo Racecourse! Now he even had the courage to grab Aomo's collar, and then the latter gestured with a raised hand to let go.

Facing such anxiety, the demon showed considerable patience and magnanimity.

Of course, Sapporo Racecourse, the unfinished Chrysanthemum Prize site, and… "And there are several Triple Crown horse girls and legendary horse girls! Even taking a distant photo would be nice!"

"……" Aomo, who was tugging and straightening his tie, laughed helplessly, rarely quickening his pace, and before adjusting his tie he lowered his hand, reaching out to this horse girl enthusiast.

Indeed worth looking forward to, then let's go.