Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Butt shoulder, target, front sight, and line of sight are three points and one line, evaluate the current wind speed according to the flying flag, calculate the height difference between the clock tower and the target below, and fine-tune the scale...

"Let me make one final check... what's in your blank bomb?"

Watching Fiametta prepare to fire, Tina asked her final question—

"Of course it's the canned herring that's been shredded by the fire——shit you, Andorn!!!"

As soon as the words fell, Fiametta pulled the trigger immediately. Amidst the ghostly expressions of the companions beside him, the high-speed flying "biochemical weapon" roared towards a certain Sakota at the gate of Lateran No. [-] port— —

[It's hard to imagine what bad diplomatic incidents will be brewing... Wait a minute?That's Ms. Mercy and Miss Cabot, right? ! 】

Seeing the grenade whizzing away and the people near the distant target, Tina's expression immediately twitched——

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"Is this Rutland?"

"The difference from the headquarters of the Tribunal is still really big..."

The Iberian representatives on this mission to Lateran are naturally the familiar Elene who met in front of Miss Cabot and her teacher, the great judge Dario—there are all Iberian judges. With very important things in hand, it is already the limit to be able to draw out a grand judge and a trainee judge who has just become a regular.

The bustling Lateran city can only be compared with the golden age recorded in the Iberian history books for Alini, while for Dario it can only be recalled...

"Ah...don't move—"

Miss Cabot, who seemed to have sensed something, grabbed Eleni, who was about to go ahead, and Ms. Ishmael who was following her. In a sense, Miss Gloria, the representative of Agor, It is also wise to stop...

Only Mr. Andorn, who was mostly the guide, walked in the forefront without knowing it, as if he was leading the way for the people behind him...

"Uh, why don't you follow? We're not familiar with this place..."

Eleni, who was caught, looked at the teacher who was distracted and Ms. Cabot, who signaled her to stop, scratched her hair in some doubts——

"Ah, don't worry... I can also lead the way for a few of you... But that child really has a lot of resentment towards Andoren? Is this the price of not being able to understand each other...?"

Seeing Andorn, who had been separated from her side by nearly ten meters, Ms. Ishmael's face showed a bit of helplessness, and she seemed to have noticed what would happen in the next few seconds...

"If you don't want to become stinky, and eat everything in the next few days...I don't recommend you follow now..."

Under Cabot's gaze, a high-speed flying cylindrical object collided with the halo on Andorn's head, and immediately burst out an indescribable stench——

Even Gloria, who had already smelled enough of all kinds of fishy smells, changed her expression after smelling this smell...

[What does this tm taste like? ? ! 】

Chapter 311 This is My Gloria's struggle to survive!

"There are a lot of people around...how is that Andorn guy?"

In the additional high-power lens of the grenade sniper, only a somewhat chaotic crowd can be seen, and there is no sign of Andorn observed--Fiametta looked at his own with a distorted expression. Miss Tina...

"A precise hit on his halo, drenching him all over... From the perspective of a sniper's deputy: good shot—but I think you're going to be suspended."

Miss Tina squinted her eyes and glanced at Port No. [-] in the distance. A certain handsome white-haired young man fell to the ground at this moment... It seemed that he couldn't stand the smell and fainted. ——And the crowd that had gathered around because of the strange movement dispersed immediately after approaching.

"I'm starting to wonder, besides canned herring juice, what else did you add... directly smoked a grown man to pass out...?"

"Uh... fluid soaked in cotton socks that have been worn for a long time?"

Ms. Fiameta scratched her hair and gave her own exclusive formula——

“…”

"Okay, don't say any more—we'll have lunch later."

Seeing Ms. Fiameta who was about to continue talking, Miss Tina immediately crossed her hands in front of her chest, and made a gesture that I don't want to listen——

"You still have to think about how to write the review later... Ms. Fiameta."

Tina turned her head and looked towards the street far away from the clock tower, where a group of people were waving at her——

Tina also waved her hand as a response, and quickly made a few sign language, indicating that what happened here was a small and innocuous problem, and she didn't need help—she knew that the pedestrians in the distance could see her movements...

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"Tina said that the thing on the clock tower was a personal vendetta...that warhead was not a lethal weapon...it contained a mischievous biological odor reagent."

Alice, who understood the meaning of the sign language of the petite girl on the bell tower, shrugged——

"Do you want to go back to the port to see the excitement, or continue to find Alponia? The distance on both sides should be about the same..."

"I don't care - Miss Alice, I'll go wherever you go..."

Paduferis, who had stuffed his mouth with all kinds of Rutland desserts, shook his tail—the cat, which had escaped the "reckoning" and still had snacks, was naturally in a happy mood at the moment.

"I have no objection either. It's also a good choice to appreciate the exotic styles of this era...."

Ms. Eden also nodded indifferently, as if she was very interested in the humanities of this city.

"Anything—another bio-smelling agent sounds interesting..."

Dr. Mebius clearly expressed his thoughts.

"NO.17 What's your suggestion?"

"According to the schedule, the envoys from Iberia who entered Port No. [-] during this time period should be envoys from Iberia. They have been secluded from the country all year round and do not negotiate with foreign countries. This time, Ms. Ishmael personally invited them."

"You can meet another old acquaintance first..."

Prometheus No. 17 spread out its hand to Alice, and popped up an estimated timetable for entering the port.

"Oh? How many representatives from mainland countries are here this time?"

Looking at the dense list in NO.17's hand, Alice asked curiously.

"The major countries have sent their representatives—and those disputed areas and the free cities have also sent their envoys."

"However, the representatives of the disputed areas are basically here to fight for the right of independence and self-control, and they hope to get the support of other regimes that are not easy to deal with with the suzerain."

"The independent city-states are more inclined to the World Expo proposed by the governor of Perika. They brought a lot of local specialties and cultural products, and even promoted tourism."

NO.17 simply summed up the main goals of the various forces in this Gathering of Nations for the few people around them—independent, making money...ah, of course there is never a lack of shit...

"By the way, Ms. Ishmael said before departure that if she can, she will try to contact the Argol kingdom under the sea..."

NO.17, who thought of something, added something to the ladies beside her....

"It seems like the answer to where to go first is already obvious...."

Alice, who heard the words, shrugged at the few people beside her——

"I hope our Miss Mercy will really bring back a native Agor... so that we can know what they did."

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Rutland Port Platform [-]

"Aren't you going yet... Ms. Ishmael?"

Seeing that the Sakota youth who was leading the way was hit by a "methane" grenade, he was about to stand up, and then fell down in less than three seconds. Miss Cabot wisely closed her body. The olfactory perception system—it takes less than five seconds to turn over to an adult male, Miss Jianniang is not interested in experiencing what kind of smell it is...

"Hmm...Prometheus NO.17 sent a message—we probably have to wait here for some special guests...or acquaintances?"

The pink-haired woman who nodded looked at the unlucky Sakota man not far away and no one dared to step forward to deal with her, showing a helpless expression. She raised her hand and waved slightly at the fallen Andorn, and put The pungent and nauseating smell nearby dispelled - but it is unknown how many layers of skin Mr. Andorn, who had been pickled, had to rub off after waking up to get rid of this unpleasant smell. ...

"Old acquaintance... Is Ms. Alice?"

Cabot, who heard Ishmael's explanation, showed a somewhat surprised expression——

"Not only...the doctor, Ms. Eden and the cute kitten are here...well, Ms. Hua and Kiyana also arrived in Rutland with them...but they seem to be separated due to sightseeing gone?"

"Hope the pastry chefs in Rutland are all right..."

Thinking of the astonishing appetite of a certain big eater, Miss Mercy shook her head and looked towards the street. She had already seen Pa Duo waving at her at the front...

"...Well, should I slip away?"

Feeling bad, Gloria raised her hand and asked a question... She clearly captured the expression of a certain green-haired woman in the group who wanted to eat "fish"...

In order to avoid becoming a "dish on the plate", Miss Gloria chose to immediately start her struggle to survive - preparing to run away.

"Give up, you won't be able to run - they can pinch you with their thoughts for thousands of meters...then give you a precise gene editing operation..."

Cabot glanced sideways at the Agor who was about to leave first——

"You might as well expect some unlucky guy to pass by to help you bear the burden."

Chapter 312 Miss Cabot: Hello, are you there? Where is my new body?

Rutland Port No. [-] Exit——

The previous sudden prank attack has come to an end, except for the "strange" smell, it did not leave a deep impression on anyone-it seems that this is a part of the city of Rutland...

But in Rutland, where you can blow up a whole building, historic site, or even a school as long as you apply, this kind of prank can only be regarded as an inconspicuous little farce——

Of course, it is unknown whether Priest Andoren, who has been unable to wash off his body odor for a few days and has to work as usual, will leave any unique rumors in the Holy City—I have to say, Fia Miss Mehta did kill Andorn in a sense...well, socially.

After all, the smell is comparable to that of a savage who just crawled out of a kitchen waste bin...but Miss Fiameta, who was caught on the spot by the old man at home and took it back to write a [-]D review, probably doesn't know ....

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"To make money—"

The goals of the few people who completed the meeting were very clear—Eden and Ms. Ishmael got together to guide the visitors from Iberia while chatting about the past seen in this era, while Mebius was on the spot Captured Gloria who wanted to run away, and started a double "torture" of what the latter did and academically.

Patuo was chatting with the two judges from Iberia, one big and one small, and collected some useful information from them...

As for the remaining two...

——The world famous painting "Navy and Lords of Parliament".

"No money——my dear Mrs. Hei, please find out if your pocket is cleaner than your face."

Of course, Ms. Alice, our lord of the Congress, chose not to give it—it’s not really that there is no money. Now that the end industry has officially operated, it is not a big problem to build a small exploration fleet, but it is not. This is necessary...

"...?"

Miss Cabot, who was rejected by the speed of light, froze for a moment, and then showed a slightly annoyed expression——

"I mean, I want to take a bath—understand, my dear Miss Admiral?"

"...?"

A question mark appeared on Alice's head when she heard Miss Cabot's words, she seemed to have remembered something... She looked at Miss Ship Girl in front of her in a strange way, as if she saw some kind of female cyber ghost. ...

"If my memory is correct... Cabot, your hull should have been damaged in battle 10 years ago, right?"

"You have a good memory. The hull of this ship lost its combat capability 5 minutes before the etheric phase engine was activated. The power system was disconnected 3 minutes ago... and it was determined that there was no possibility of emergency repair 1 minute before the etheric phase engine was activated. All members abandoned the ship, and the shipboard AI uploaded data..."

Cabot nodded, and didn't mean to refute——

"I remember that the upload data link was blocked...the data uploaded at one time was too large, and the transmission bandwidth of Dandelai was completely occupied...some "children"'s databases were not uploaded at all. The engine rippled through..."

"And I didn't even see your name in the upload list...that is, in theory...you are dead?"

Alice looked at the woman wearing a black robe in front of her in great confusion. The familiarity she brought to herself could not be faked. This was her ship in the past, the ship wife of the Vengeful Spirit...

"I really didn't upload it, Admiral—I just folded my hull for emergency space, and then threw the body into the sea of ​​the home planet for long-term dormant maintenance..."

"Did you forget...As a product of Project R...Revenge [Revenge] project...my mental module has never been bound to the hull itself...in fact, I left the hull in space, You can use this body to enter the home planet..."

Cabot shook his head, saying that sometimes the hull is just a limiter for him——

"Hmm... so why have you been on the bottom of the sea for many years to repair the hull? The resources you got from there...a broken flagship, the resources needed to repair it are not a small amount...even rebuilding The price of a hull is cheaper than repair."

"At that time, Hai Si hadn't lost control, my lady—although the repair materials they could provide were not too much, ten thousand years was indeed enough time for me to restore the hull to a usable state."

"I'm guessing? Then a group of guys who didn't have long eyes caught Haisi's eye... Then Haisi lost control, and your good days in the bath were forcibly ended?"

Alice touched her chin, looked at the ship girl in front of her, and put forward her own guess——

But before Cabot could react, Miss Gloria, who was crushed by Mebius [what skill is yours, what skill is mine], trembled violently...

"almost...."

Miss Cabot, who glanced at the Agor behind her, twitched her lips in displeasure—but this also explained why Miss Jianniang often treated the Agor who was born on the border of Agor with a stinky face. The face is just...

When you were taking a bath, someone released your water, and it didn’t count if you let it go. When you went out to talk to the bathhouse staff, you found that the staff was being crazily beaten by a group of local hooligans.

Then the staff were also labeled as "red and warm", and they copied the film in a hurry and had sex with someone. They didn't fuck themselves at all...

As for how much Miss Cabot's resentment is at this moment—if there is a small book, it probably has already filled the names of a large group of Agors...