Chapter 818: NO.187: The Dark Staff Officer Who Has Grown

NO. 187: The Dark Staff Officer Who Has Grown

When standing before the gate of ZS Teleisen Academy, facing various gazes, the boy enveloped in a special costume felt a fleeting sense of strangeness in his heart.

This strangeness does not stem from those sights—of course, it is indeed strange that so many students would approach the gate of this Teleisen branch.

After all, this should be class time.

But seeing the decorations on the gate, benches, streetlights, and roadside trees—colored lights and streamers—it was not hard to tell they had simply stumbled upon some kind of celebration at this branch.

As for this, he and the two horse girls were not surprised.

After all, not to mention local academies, even the central academy is like this—whatever speed carnivals, spring festivals, anniversary celebrations, and all sorts of chaotic activities with their flimsy excuses have always been endless.

Rather than saying some holidays are traditions, it's more like the chairman and student representatives just make up one thing after another and call it tradition.

And as the saying goes, "If the beam is not straight, the rafters will be crooked"; the central academy's state greatly influenced the locals, and in the past Aomo often saw on Umastagram what events the local Teleisen branch was holding, as well as hot topics about campus competitions.

They emphasized local flavor, not uniformity with the central academy.

Precisely because of this, the two Ultraman warriors and one super agent, who were gradually being pushed to the edge of the crowd, now wore looks of bewilderment.

And the center of the crowd was the two Triple Crown horse girls.

It was like an internationally acclaimed athlete with stellar achievements suddenly visiting a local sports school—the crowd around Representative Qianming and Shirohata Hakujin kept expanding, and consequently Aomo Lindun was also surrounded by a small group of students.

The girls were also interested in the dumbly cute big cat plush.

Although the admired senior was not far away, when the crowd became so dense that you couldn't see inside, many horse-eared girls settled for second best, making Aomo's view crowded.

"Excuse me, is this your OC or a character from some work?"

"Excuse me, may I take a photo with you? The kind where I hug you."

"Excuse me..."

The endless chatter turned, after a dozen seconds, into a collective gasp, for they saw the silent and dazed plush cat suddenly leap up.

That leap of several meters easily crossed their not-so-thick human wall, landing before the three at the edge, and just as he was about to hug those three, a voice like a swift blade cut through all the clamor:

"Scatter, scatter! Don't gather together! Don't cause trouble for the guests!"

The newcomers were a woman and a man: a middle-aged-looking horse girl and a young black-haired male, the former holding a peculiarly shaped amplification device.

It seemed to be a tool that let her speak via telepathy.

From the crowd came sporadic calls of "Dean," addressing the horse girl holding the amplification device; those voices gradually became continuous and focused, and after they converged, silence fell.

One could see that the dean's dignity was well preserved; she and that man, wherever they went, students cooperatively made way, allowing them to reach directly before Representative Qianming and Shirohata Hakujin.

"I never expected two Triple Crown horse girls to visit suddenly; if we have been remiss, please forgive us."

"No problem, no problem, coming without notice is our fault," she said, waving one hand forward and pressing down with the other on the behind of Hakujin, who was about to speak, Representative Qianming smiled and stepped forward, "But Dean, may we be allowed to enter the campus? Or are you refusing outside visitors today?"

"What are you talking about? Which branch could dare refuse a visit from the central academy's famous horse girls? This is a windfall we could only wish for," the dean smiled, her smile warm and gentle, "If we could let you give a speech during this event, that would be even better."

"Ahaha, that depends on how much time we have left afterward," Qianming said, gesturing for Aomo and the others to come over, "Those four are also our companions; actually we came here on official business, so it's not convenient to talk about it here."

"Ah, in that case, you can go to my office," the dean raised her hand in invitation, then waved at the surrounding students and the trainers watching from afar, "I also assure all the students that I will do my best to give everyone a chance to see the two famous horse girls' speech."

As soon as she said that, someone shouted, "Thank you, Dean!"

The dean merely kept her polite, composed smile, waved toward the source of the voice, then looked at the six 'people' gathered here.

"Please."

She said, and the man beside her, who had stayed silent from start to finish, merely let his gaze sweep over everyone with a look of wanting to speak but holding back.

In the end, he still said nothing.

—

Meanwhile, in the underground monitoring room.

Watching the text still displayed on the screen and transmitted to the Godelan's brain, Hei'an Gona turned his head and looked at the Baratonian beside him.

"How is it?"

"The staff officer is truly impressive!" the Baratonian raised a green thumb.

Though their race is called the universe's greatest demon and most terrifying invader, in reality that infamy is achieved only through collective cooperation; a lone individual struggles to make a name and instead lives rather obscurely.

Even when stationed in the supreme defense department, they must learn to flatter and fawn to protect themselves.

"Those students showed nothing strange, that Godelan brother's performance was flawless—I never expected the earthlings' device for displaying memories, and your way of using it, to open my subordinates' eyes so wide!"

"Mmm!" Hei'an Gona nodded approvingly, "Very good, you turn out to be smarter than you look, and can even utter such conscientious flattery."

"No, no, this comes from the heart," the Baratonian said anxiously.

"Alright, focus on your work—Aomo Lindun hasn't shown up yet; can you keep an eye on the ground and the air?"

"Yeah, I can."

"Then keep a tight watch!"

"Yes!" the Baratonian nodded, turned his gaze back to the screen, yet also, via the screen's reflection, paid attention to Hei'an Gona's every move.

In fact, the earlier flattery was not entirely false.

At least he saw that Hei'an Gona needed only to watch the memory screen for a few minutes to directly transmit brainwaves of speech and demeanor, enabling the Godelan to act accordingly without anyone suspecting, and that ability indeed aroused a certain awe in his heart.

It is not like the superficial brawn; rather, the Baratonian, a technical and mental athlete, could see that this was not merely a matter of acting ability.

This is about the ability to gather and utilize information, and also to articulate sufficient detail to allow that synchronized performance.

At first glance they seem to cooperate excellently, but he clearly remembers that these two normally have had no interaction whatsoever.

This dark staff officer and that Godelan have absolutely no rapport—in fact, his superficially polite but actually nasty disposition has made him get along poorly with everyone since being assigned to the defense department half a month ago.

If it weren't for his own abilities being sufficiently sly and troublesome, he would have been beaten already.

And it's easy to imagine how difficult this cooperation would be under such a fundamental lack of good relations with anyone.

This Hei'an Gona guy, his brain has been spinning at high speed.

One might say he's no wonder he was once a strategist under Belial; his pompous demeanor rather looks like a disguise, making people unconsciously look down on him.

"Magmar alien, give that guy's memory screen a lift."

"I've been helping all along! And just how long do we have to wait here?!" This yellow-haired alien, who originally belonged to the Martial Arts Faction, was somewhat annoyed.

"What's the hurry? Wait until I bring them to the ambush point." Hei'an Ge Na turned his head and spoke coldly, seemingly having no fondness for this Magmar alien sword-wielding tyrant.

"The leasing time allotted for the cosmic shark is only two Star Alliance days, and with just over two hours left, how can I not be in a hurry?!"

"Two hours is enough; I'll soon be able to bring them to that place called the training ground… huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Ke Fu's stupidity doesn't disappoint me at all," Hei'an Ge Na coldly laughed, watching the synchronized light and dark patterns appearing on the screen, "Magmar alien, have you learned about the beings of Neliru Star?"

"The dying remnants of a destroyed planet—who cares?"

"Really? What a shame; back in my heyday, their planet was once called one of the most beautiful sights."

"Huh? The most beautiful sight? Surely you didn't destroy it, did you?"

"Of course not; Neliru Star was destroyed by its own Neliru people."

"Then why did you mention it?"

"Because that Ke Fu guy probably thinks no one understands his clan, and I happen to be able to give you a lesson."

"There's a kind of radioactive mineral that can highly activate their energy, making it hard to control, and instead it will destroy their 'mimicry,' revealing their true form."

"And we happen to have that mineral in the company."