because i am stel

So W fell silent.

Clearly, Miss Steele has a lot of credibility--she really seldom breaks her word.And because of this, her promise had a lot of gold content—and this made Miss W who was pinned on the table to be stunned for a while, and then gave up her resistance.

Although her resistance may have been a faux pas from the beginning.

"You..." The white-haired former Sarkaz mercenary bit his lower lip lightly. "Sirtel, what are you going to do to me... Ugh!"

She let out a cry of surprise—she didn't expect that Miss Steele really didn't talk about it this time!And when the shock from the buttocks sent the pain to the whole body with nerve impulses, a subtle joy floated in Miss W's heart.

Stelter, it's never been like this before.

In the past, she also responded to her words.But such an emotional reaction, like a human, like an ordinary person, has never been expressed even once.

W yelled softly, his voice slightly raised.She yelled deliberately painfully on the first blow, and then was treated a little softer on the second.

'She cares about me... She never cared about anyone, but she cares about me now! '—Miss W's heart was stirred by this little discovery.And the tenderness behind him, which was originally a warning rather than a punishment, seemed to have turned into a gentle caress at this moment.Her voice changed unconsciously, from pretending to be in pain, to crying with concealed joy.

Cry, but pretend to cry.It was as if a warm spring breeze had poured into her muscles and bones, and there was a wave of warmth in her body, but she maintained a false appearance amidst the trembling like a faint electric shock.

She felt like a petrel walking through a storm expecting harsher thunder and lightning.And in the storm of sensation, she sings, and soars—until the storm breaks in 10 minutes.

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The air smelled of strawberries.

It is strawberry, but it is mixed with a little bit of spicy - the record entry of Shijia Fruit Shop is therefore added one.And that was the end of the little punishment for this disobedient Sarkaz.

She was lying on the desk, panting lightly, her clothes were wet with sweat, but the skin on her hands, feet, and even her neck was wrapped in a crimson color—she raised her head reluctantly, turned sideways, Glancing at Miss Stelter behind her.A pair of big eyes that always held a malicious smile, but now they are full of tears.

"You... you're really merciless, Shirtle. Even that runaway dump truck from Clusille never made me so miserable."

Dump Truck - The Dump Truck refers to a failed engineering modification by Kruseel.The dark-haired Gorefiend had wanted to load tear gas on automated vehicles not long ago in response to what she thought might be Chernobog chaos.However, the end result was that the out-of-control automatic car took the same out-of-control spraying system around the main ship of Rhodes Island.And all the department officers who were affected felt that the accident was—"It's like being run over by a dump truck in the face"

This example is actually not good, but since W mentions her here, there must be something to say—she may still expect Miss Stelter to ask, "Why is it Ke Luxie?" ’ and then, in a less Riddler way, give a response that gives a little upper hand in the conversation.However……

"I know it's Ke Luxie." Miss Shirtle nodded slightly.There was an invisible flame flowing through her hands, which could be regarded as a cleansing afterwards.And the same flames also silently passed through W who barely stood up but did not dare to sit down, taking away all the water stains and sweat on her body surface.

"I know how to deal with it and I'm working on it," she replied.

When she was answering, she saw that W's legs were trembling slightly as he was standing up on the table, and his footing looked unstable.

— Strange, is she so weak?Physiological indicators are obviously all normal...

——I remember that in the past, even if she was stabbed in the stomach, she would not change her expression.And my 'punishment' won't even make her body swell and hurt.

There was a thought in my mind, but it was too late to answer.

"...You really know." W panted lightly. "She originally wanted to pull me into the gang. But she didn't expect me to be different from her... Shirtel, what are you going to do with Ke Luxie? Although she is the veteran who was there during the Tower of Babel, she is wrong. Mistakes. Mistakes always pay.”

On the corner of W's lips, he tried hard to put on a narrow smile as usual.

But Miss Steele just shook her head slightly.

"It's not a mistake." The girl shook her finger lightly and walked to W's side. When she was about to give W a hand, she felt that W seemed to instinctively want to escape but restrained the body's reflex.But when her fingertips touched W's arm, she felt a subtle tremor flowing through W's limbs.

It's not an injury, nor a sequelae, it seems to be related to emotional changes.And this is the interfering force that prevents W's feet from gripping the ground.

But she doesn't ask what's going on - she trusts W to handle it.

"Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals is not an organization that does not allow for a second voice. A pharmaceutical company where everyone is equal is not a Sarkaz dynasty with clear distinctions--Curusil's concerns are justified and have reasons. .Her actions were not a crime. And the only mistake she made was dishonestly seducing Warfarin."

"Her mistakes are limited to Warfarin, and only Warfarin can judge her. After all, her actions did not cause substantial damage to Rhodes Island. And she has no plan of betrayal or betrayal in her hands."

"She is not wrong, she just puts a problem that will be solved sooner or later in full view."

"...so you forgive her?"

"I didn't blame her," replied Miss Steele—after all, she hadn't been hit by a dump truck.

So W breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, it's your style...Sirtel, what do you plan to do in the future? Where do you plan to take Rhodes Island?"

"I don't plan to do anything. I will just stay here and fulfill the duty entrusted to me by Persephone to assist the operators to improve their combat skills. Amiya will decide the future of Rhodes Island."

"Only Amiya?"

"Only Amiya," she added. "Persephone does not expect the power of Rhodes Island. She will transfer the management of this city to Amiya in the next time."

The white-haired Sarkaz woman was silent for a few seconds.

"...You and her have changed a lot." She exhaled lightly, as if something had fallen off her body.Let her be free and sunny again—she let go of the hand holding the table, and walked to the French window that Stelter had opened when she came.

"Then, I will write the transfer application soon. It's the same as the original appointment... Shirtel, will you beat me like this next time?"

Miss Stelter, thought about it for about half a second——she felt that maybe she was too hard, or that W's sympathetic nerves were distributed differently from other people?

So she answered.

"meeting."

And add.

"Next time I come back, I'll turn it over and fight."

And such an answer seemed to be a particularly funny joke to W—she was stunned at first, and then couldn't straighten up laughing.

"Hoo hoo, hoo hoo... Heh, turn it over and hit it. Heh... Then, I look forward to that day."

she said, and rolled down the window and disappeared into the dusk.

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7/75

Chapter 170: Great Progress

The room finally fell silent—as of today, W should be the last visitor.

Ms. Stelter tidied up the desk, put all the documents back on the desk and arranged them neatly——she waved her hand, and the flaming air radiated out all the 'fruity' smells in the room Evaporate to dryness.Then she sat quietly in her seat, took a light breath, and then lowered her eyes slightly.

——I always feel that there are more things like this today...the number is even a bit outrageous.

——It’s been less than four days since I changed my way of thinking, until now… But I feel like I’ve become a sweet potato, and I even have some…” Butterfly' up.

After all, she is not a completely mentally retarded idiot...Even if there is a reason to convince herself, she also knows that some jokes cannot be made casually.

——Are they not afraid that I will make the fake come true, so they really fucked them on the spot?

——Forget about W, she always likes to step on a tightrope.But Thearesia... Although this guy is also a bad-hearted guy, he is not so bad.And in the space of Reed Plain.If I really want to do something to her, she can't resist at all.

--perhaps……

Pressing the finger on the table, flicked lightly.

Maybe it's not just a joke.Perhaps behind this joke, there are some subtle, ambiguous, and some kind of thin expectation hidden hidden.

Maybe...they really wanted her to pin them to the ground under the twilight.

She opened her eyes.

"Don't be sentimental, Shirtel." She whispered to herself, "Don't be sentimental."

But there was another voice echoing inside her.

——But am I really being self-indulgent?

——or... am I just running away?

Thoughts were entangled in my heart, like two armies carrying different banners fighting each other.The commanders of both sides showed their ingenious strategies, but they were always deadlocked at a dynamic balance point.

Insufficient weight, insufficient evidence, insufficient motivation, so that there is no distinction between past thinking and present thinking.

And the result of not being able to tell the difference is——

—Let’s keep it as it is.I... can't make a decision easily.

Miss Steele let out a faint sigh of relief.She knows that she can wait for a long time, but she also knows that if the people around her really have such thoughts, they are unlikely to wait as long as she does—missing is missing, those sad springs known in the other world It's not that she hasn't read Shangqiu-style literature on fate.but……

——For me, miss, is it really miss?

Raising his hand, a part of his hand was still fulfilling the promise at the sleeping Kelsey.And this lack of concept has been adapted, and a ray of colorless flames of burning time has appeared in the palm of his hand.

Time is on her side, if there is any regret, it can always be eliminated.

But the regret that was eliminated was only her own regret, her own, but it always lingered on her body.

——In this world, there are only two people whose time is free from interference.

—One is me, the other is Persephone.

—Ah... only me and her regrets will not be erased.So, if I really miss something, then I can only miss her.

— But does she really have human emotions?

The girl thinks, and the memory goes back in her mind—every move, every frown and smile of Persephone that she saw during this period of time is reflected in her thinking and cognition.And was reviewed by her in detail, and then evaluated.

She quickly came to a definite conclusion.

—Persephone has feelings.

——She will be happy, angry, and sad...Although it is rare, it does happen.However, when she expresses her emotions, it is often when she is with me.

——Because I am of the same kind as her?Because she was one step ahead of me, does she have the current understanding?Ah... Indeed, in terms of ingenuity and intelligence, she is much, much better than me.The only thing I am better than her is in fighting.

——What I thought of, she should have thought of it long ago.So...while I was still thinking about whether I would miss it, I gave her an ambiguous attitude.Has she been taking care of me because of similar motives?

Fragments of memory surged, and it was hard for her not to admit that Persephone's gentle and considerate behavior only when she was by her side belonged to a special kind of care—she wasn't sure what the reasons, motives and reasons for that kind of care were. Nature.But no matter what, care is care.

So……

"Go and make Persephone supper," she thought, and got up.According to her philosophy and creed, to prepare and reap equal returns.

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Miss Steele made a novel dish—Imitation Nan Yau Tofu, a Terra speciality, which she had tasted at noon in the Rhode Island communal hall.And now she uses her sense of taste, experience, and intuition to reproduce the similar recipe of that dish—she doesn't like to ask for help, so she would rather deduce a dish that may not be very authentic by herself, and she won't Open your mouth to ask for it, or exchange the canteen chef's recipe.Because of that feeling, she felt awkward.

Asking others made her feel awkward—she didn't know how long it would take for her to adapt, because she always felt that she could accept even a little compensation that was not equal if she stood on the side of the owed.

It's actually a kind of ego, a kind of arrogance.Some kind of perspective and idea that puts itself on a higher level, looking down on the lowly.

she knows.And she wasn't going to change—never had.

After all, it's not like she didn't have a similar thing happen in her memory - the mentally retarded dream world with a sick head asked her to do multiple-choice questions.Give her a choice between the life of the city and her self-respect, get on her knees or die.

She chose to have the entire city die at that time.

Then it will take a long, long time to rebuild that city, and climb the technology tree of the pan-mechanical worldview to the level of gene backtracking, and the degree of consciousness extraction will resurrect all the dead in that city, and during this period , anyone who wants her to bow her head will suffer... a very inhuman end.

All the unhappiness in the world stems from incapacity of the client—a belief she had always believed in.

Guilt comes only from your own heart, not from what others think - and she has always believed in this truth in the past.

——Then, do I feel the same way now?

thought Miss Steele.She felt a little uncertain—raised her hand, and greeted the dim night sky outside the window.A drone flew in lightly and hovered beside her.

"The main dish is tofu, the side dish is braised pork, fried peas with corn-the taste of tofu may not suit your taste. I hope you will not be offended." She put the prepared food box on the top of the drone.And beckoned to the drone.

"Are you coming tonight?" she asked casually.

And a familiar voice came from the terminal beside him.

——"Is this an invitation?"

"It's an agreement." Miss Shirtle replied, holding her chin. "I promised you that I would take care of you, protect you, and be there for you when you needed me. I also don't see anything wrong with two women sharing the same bed, especially you and me."

——"Even if you had such an interesting experience not long ago, you still think so?"

"They are them, you are you. The agreement between me and them is not the same as the agreement with you. Or are you planning to play tricks on me like W?"

——"Lick ears? If I ask you, will you agree?"

Miss Steele hesitated for a moment.

"I think it's okay, if it's just this level of offense, then I think it's acceptable-only you."

—— "Then am I grateful for this special treatment?"

"That's your freedom, you can do whatever you like."

- "So heartless, Stelter, you are so heartless - my body will be liberated by workload at 37:41:17. And arrive at your residence at [-] minutes and [-] seconds .Please prepare hot water for bathing and a thin quilt for sleeping, and at night I will perform the previous rituals and continue to study your power to explore the dream world."

Dream exploration...

"Understood." Miss Steele nodded. "What happened to the others? I mean Yelena, Tallulah, Alina and the others. What about Skadi's pathological examination results?"