Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 136 135. Sometimes you need to have a clear understanding of your abilities!
Everyone was having a lively meal, and Sefer was sorry that he couldn't join them.

Although two people already know what I look like, but... it's a secret, the fewer people who know the better. To those who don't know yet, I can only say sorry.

Opening the information he had copied earlier, Seifer planned to look through it carefully when there was nothing worth paying attention to in the external communications.

...To be honest, it's so ugly.

There is no regular format, and the logbook is written in a mess. It is better to say that the logbook is there because of certain requirements to avoid forgetting certain things later.

The entire record seems to be basically about where the person went and what he did. Between the lines, there is dissatisfaction with the job, giving the feeling of being a wage earner.

Starting from a certain month, there seems to be a large amount of money coming in, and the recorder is suddenly full of longing and ideas about life, and may even write things like allegorical sayings and doggerel.

Later, after successfully hunting down the mercenary, the recorder said that being able to drive that crazy machine wasn't a big deal...

Looking back at the records, Sefer could read a trend - the financial backers behind this company really had a lot of money, and they could continue to provide funding even for such a shabby company.

They even recycle various stolen accessories.

This is not surprising. There will always be some deviations between the rules of vision and reality. Even if some high-tech or medical advancement is produced, it will take time to reverse the deduction.

Isn't it better to just dismantle the products that have been developed by those big companies after surgery than to integrate them from scratch?

After turning to the end, Seifer closed the information and thought for a while - this company has many financial backers, which shows that the industry is thriving.

There would be no more information to be gained by continuing the investigation, so it was better to stop here. After all, someone might still be targeting me in the future... my identity as the No. 1 backup.

In the eyes of outsiders, Red Crossbow is a female independent mercenary with silver hair, an absurdly good figure, and no visible signs of transformation.

The other spare bodies, including the crew members on the vehicle, are all "subordinates".

This gives him a lot of room to maneuver.

After looking at the crew activity list and everyone went to rest, Seifer suddenly stood up and entered the spare rack.

This body is full of various smells. Let the hanger be repaired, and then... let the main body, which hasn't been out for a while to get some fresh air, take a walk.

He did it as soon as he thought of it. The backup body was offline, and the cylindrical device rose from under the floor. The moment it slid and turned, Sefer (the real body) slowly opened his eyes.

Taking a deep breath of the lingering spicy hot pot scent in the main control cabin, Seifer stepped barefoot on the floor and glanced back at the pillar.

Glowing pipes hung scattered in it, waiting for her to move in again.

Grabbing his hair, Seifer felt that his body temperature was... a little high.

After all, this time the car was parked in the desert in the true sense. Even though it was buried by wind and sand, the car was still being baked by high temperatures. It was barely able to maintain a "relatively acceptable" temperature inside the car.

Therefore, when parking, you must choose an area that is as shaded as possible. Avoiding direct sunlight can really make the environment inside the car better.

Feeling that the environment in this place was so bad that it was speechless, Sefer was still worried about the restaurant, so he went there first. As a result, he saw a small bowl of food, one-fifth of a piece of bread, and a small bowl of soup on the table in the restaurant.

The kitchen utensils were scrubbed clean and looked as bright as new, and were sorted and placed where they belonged. The strainer rack on the sink was dripping with some water stains, and the worktop had also been wiped clean.

The only one who can do such meticulous work is...

"Shengnai, are you there?"

Asking this out loud, Seifer sat down on the cold chair and gathered her nightgown. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a pair of hands coming up from behind.

I'm sweating on my back.

Shengnai put a coat on her and sat beside her lightly: "During the break, Sefer would sneak out. Doesn't he want too many people to know his identity?" "Well... the reason is quite complicated. Even I am trying to figure it out myself."

I reached out and put on my coat, which surprisingly fit me perfectly.

"But it's time to rest now, don't you want to go and rest?"

"I'm not very sleepy yet. I thought it would be a shame if Cypher couldn't eat the food I made myself, so I took the initiative to leave these for him. Is that okay?"

Of course, Sefer himself was curious whether his current tongue could withstand this level of taste.

——It turns out that although I can’t drink beer, there’s no problem with spicy food.

The shortcomings of the ingredients are covered up by the strong seasoning, and the spicy, fresh and fragrant flavors are all present. Chew it a few times and swallow it into your stomach, then take a bite of bread and drink some soup, and repeat this cycle. A whole dish can be stuffed into your stomach quickly.

Shengnai was very curious about how Seifer could eat the meal so smoothly even though his cheeks were flushed.

"It's a matter of personal taste. This seasoning is perfect for rice, right? Being able to make it both delicious and delicious is a test of the chef's skill. Although I feel more like a fox coming to repay a favor..."

She washed the dishes in front of Shengnai with swift movements and dried her hands. Seifer grabbed her wrist and said, "It's time to rest now. I don't know how you manage to appear and disappear so easily, but it's not good to not rest."

"I'm not very sleepy yet..."

"A regular routine is important, especially since you're still growing...right? You're just doing an internship, you haven't graduated yet."

Although Seifer (her real body) was not as tall as Shengnai, she spoke in a convincing and gentle manner, so when she dragged her back to the crew cabin, Shengnai was very obedient.

There are not many people here now, so there is no need for two people to live in one room, so Shengnai also uses the double cabin as a single cabin. She decorated the bed and table, making them look like a girl.

That is, if you ignore the bags crammed full of medical equipment hanging on the wall.

Seifer stood on the chair, arms folded, supervising her as she finished washing and lying down.

Then he reached out to cover her with the quilt, shook the folded clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and hung them on the hanger at the foot of the bed.

As he was about to leave, Shengnai suddenly chuckled and said, "Sever looks less like an independent mercenary and more like a faculty member who is taking care of me..."

"Because I feel like if I don't stare at you like that, you'll probably just blink and disappear... Why a faculty member?"

Shengnai lay in the quilt, peaceful and soft.

"I grew up in a nursery. There are many war orphans like me..."

She had no objection to talking about this topic, or even talking about it in front of Cypher.

Perhaps his dedication to battlefield rescue stems from his experience in war. Seifer stood at the door for a moment, then suddenly came back, pulled a chair over, and sat down.

"Does the nursery staff tell you a bedtime story when they ask you to go to bed?"

Shengnai shook his head slightly and asked curiously, "What's the bedtime story?"

"To stop you from thinking of me as a teacher, let me tell you a story. You can just listen and fall asleep. Have you ever heard the story of the fox repaying a favor?"

Seifer, who had a misunderstanding about the identity he wanted to assume and distance himself from, cleared his throat.

He told her this story in a voice that she herself didn't quite notice, but others found soft and reassuring.

Perhaps, in this way, Shengnai would no longer consider himself a guardian - that's what he thought.

(End of this chapter)