About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Although Penguin Logistics had its own office, it wasn't often crowded. Due to work, employees often wandered the streets of Longmen, clashing with various factions.

As for the night, no one would stay in the office overnight. Employees all had their own accommodations. Although there was a lounge in the office, it was rarely used.

"Hahaha... uh, why are you all looking at me like I'm an idiot?"

Exia explained with an expression that said 'it was all within my calculations', but she found that both Breadman and Sora were staring at her with subtle expressions without saying a word.

"Are you crazy, Archangel? Today is the day to record the accounts every month, and someone needs to stay in the office to handle the forms."

Texas was much more straightforward. She directly asked Exia if she was crazy, and at the same time said that "someone would be in the office today."

"Ah?"

Exia was stunned for a moment, and the RGB light tube on his head turned into the same blue color as the WIN10 crashed system.

"Ugh! I totally forgot about that—who's doing the billing this month?"

The Angel of Exiah slapped his forehead belatedly and asked Sora in a panic.

"It's Texas. It's her turn to handle the billing this month."

Croissant pointed to the work assignment rotation chart posted on the wall.

"Um... well, in that case, Texas, remember to get along well with Orson, okay? I'm going to go fix the light bulb on my head, so I'll be leaving first... Uwaaa!"

Vaguely realizing that he had gotten into trouble again, Exia scratched his head, then turned around with an awkward smile and tried to escape.

However, just as Archangel Exiah took two steps, an orange blade appeared on his shoulder.

"Don't be too anxious to leave, Exia."

Texas' tone was as calm as ever, but even Sora could sense the hidden anger that was about to erupt from Texas.

"Or I'll go back first. I feel sorry for causing you a lot of trouble because of me."

When Orson saw this situation, he took the initiative to say that he would slip away first, at least this way no one would be embarrassed.

"No need, Orson, you can stay in the office today. Although I'm not sure what you did, thank you for helping me reserve a limited edition motorcycle."

Texas glanced at Orson and nodded slightly.

"Switch shifts with me for a bit, Exia. I'll leave this month's cargo bill to you—is that okay?"

"No, no problem..."

Exiah swallowed and put the lightsaber on her neck. Naturally, the Sakota girl didn't dare to say no.

"Let's go, Sora, Croissant."

After letting Exia clean up her own mess, Texas took Croissant and Sora and prepared to leave the office.

"Wait a minute, at least let me... Ugh!"

Exia stretched out his hand to stop them, but was hit on the head by a flying thick account book and fell back into the office.

"—"

Orson, who was out of the situation, could only look into the eyes of the Archangel on the ground.

06. The one being raised is actually me?

——Late at night, Penguin Logistics Office——

"Three boxes of manganese ore, from Ex Trading, sent to Workshop 3 at Longmen Heavy Plant—wow, why are there still so many left? Or rather, is it really getting less? The thickness of this account book hasn't changed since the beginning!"

Inside the Penguin Logistics office, Angel Exia sat at her computer, flipping through the ledgers beside her while typing away. This didn't last long before Angel Exia slammed her head against the table, uttering an incomprehensible groan.

"The more anxious you are, the slower your efficiency will be, Exia. Calm down for a moment—here, some refreshing green tea. I'm taking the liberty of borrowing the teapot and tea bags on the table. I hope you don't mind."

Orson walked over to the Archangel with a cup of tea and put it aside.

"Thank you, Orson. That tea was given to us by a previous client as a token of gratitude. It's too bitter so not many people drink it... Hmm? It smells delicious."

The angel who had just been complaining that tea, a specialty beverage of Yan Country, had little audience in Penguin Logistics was attracted by the fresh scent emanating from the teacup the next second.

"The tea itself is of good quality. Angel of Exia, you must have processed it incorrectly, which is why the bitterness is so noticeable."

Orsen had never learned any tea ceremony, but he still remembered some things like scalding the cups with hot water and high-pouring and low-brewing techniques, and then he followed suit.

"Come to think of it, you're not very good at processing data, Angel. From what I can see, the progress really doesn't seem to have changed much."

Orson glanced at the account book on the table. It was the same page just a few minutes ago and it hadn't changed at all.

If all the students who were making up their winter vacation homework were as fast as the Angel, the corridors would probably be filled with people standing there as punishment.

"Don't mention it... I always asked Is to do it for me beforehand. Haah, I definitely don't have time to contact Is now. Mmm - it tastes good."

Exia complained as she drank some hot tea, then looked at the cup in surprise.

“It’s still a little bitter, but the taste is quite subtle.”

"It's probably because the tea itself is of good quality."

"I tried it with ice cubes, snake grass soda and chocolate sauce before, but it was terrible. I didn't expect it to be just fine when I just drink it straight."

"As long as the snake grass water is removed, it can still be considered milk tea..."

Orson complained in a low voice, not to mention the other people in Penguin Logistics, at least the housekeeping skills of Angel were not that good either.

"Speaking of which, these documents are all company secrets, otherwise I could actually come and help."

Orson said it casually, but when the Archangel heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"No, no, no, it's not a trade secret at all! Come on, Orson, please sit here~"

"Eh?"

Exia immediately stood up from his chair and reluctantly pushed Orson in front of the computer.

"These are just common goods. We chose to use paper records not for confidentiality, but simply because our boss can't use a keyboard - that's right!"

The Archangel talks nonsense in a serious manner and will do anything to avoid work.

"Is this [Longmen Guard Bureau Vault Key Blueprint] also something you can find everywhere?"

Orson pointed to a line of small words on the account book and looked at the Archangel.

"This, this is... this is the fake safe key blueprint from the fire drill, yes."

"I see. Then what about this [Longmen Slum Checkpoint Tender Contract]?"

"Uh... maybe it's actually the milk tea shop called 'Checkpoint'?"

"[Underground Drainage System Overload Module]?"

"Woo..."

A cold sweat broke out on the Archangel's forehead, and he finally couldn't even make an excuse.

"Haaaa... Never mind, I didn't see anything."

Seeing the Archangel like this, Orson sighed and put his hands on the keyboard.

"Remember to keep your work schedule in mind next time, Angel."

"Know it."

Exiah responded sheepishly.

"But I'm very grateful to you. If you hadn't helped me, I'd probably still be wandering the streets..."

Orson smiled at Exia, then used the 007 corporate animal skills he had developed in Rhodes Island and the Reunion Movement to quickly enter the information in the account book into the encrypted computer file.

"Penguin Logistics' business scope is really wide."

After taking over Exiah's job, Orson chatted with Exiah while working for him.

"'The password is 'Long Live the Penguin Empire!' Although we're nominally a logistics company, we often receive work like private security contracting and dangerous goods transport escort."

Angel Exia explained with a smile, and Orson could tell from the smile on her face that she really liked her current job.

After all, you can cause trouble openly and your boss is a rich man. Who wouldn’t like that?

Of course, people like Shirogane, Mainna, and Orsen in maid outfit are different. When you ask them during working hours "How do you feel about your current job", you can only see resentment and dissatisfaction with the work on their faces.

"Speaking of which, Orson, you said you just arrived in Longmen. Are you here to open a branch of an animal breeding business?"

Exia lay on Orson's back and put his head close to Orson's face to ask.

The tomboyish Angel, with both her personality and appearance, was also carefree. She didn't even notice that her breasts, though small, were still there, and were completely pressed against Orson's back.

"What a strange shop this animal breeding branch is... Anyway, I came to Longmen to look for someone, as instructed, and I wanted to take a look at the Longmen slums beforehand."

Orson responded by pretending to stretch, without saying a word and naturally helping Archangel to get up from his bad position.

"Then you can come and take care of our business! Finding people and escorts are also within the scope of Penguin Logistics' services. Texas and I are very familiar with the slums. I can recognize the alleys of the slums even with my eyes blindfolded. As for finding people, it is also Penguin Logistics' strong point!"

Angelica started to attract customers. She sat on the edge of the table next to Orson, closed her eyes slightly and spoke proudly.

"Well, if I need help then, I'll leave it to you. Remember to give me a discount."

Orson responded as he continued entering the cargo list.

"...?"

The keyboard tapping stopped, and when Orson's vision swept across a piece of cargo called "Transcription Module Replica", his hands paused.

Orson had some impression of this name. The reason why he became a 'Chimera' now was because the 'Doctor' used a part of the sarcophagus: the [Fusion Transcription Module], and fused a part of her existence into his own body.

The sarcophagus itself still lies in the underground area of Che City. Although Rhodes Island later carefully studied the sarcophagus itself, this device seems to be blocked and has lost all its functions. It can only serve as a mysterious technological product like a generator to provide Che City with the electricity it needs to operate.

Although it was unclear whether this cargo was related to the fusion transcription module, Orson still recorded the address of the cargo, hoping that he might be able to find traces of the "Doctor" in Longmen.

"Speaking of Exia, does Longmen have...Exia?"

There was no response to Yuanqi's voice. Orson turned around and looked behind him, and found that Archangel had fallen asleep on the sofa next to him without him knowing.

"Please be on guard against me, really."

Orson sighed, stood up from the computer, and walked to the side of the Archangel.

The Angel leaned on the sofa, her head hanging to the side, her short red hair bangs pulled to the side by gravity.

Only at this moment does she really look like an 'angel'.

Orson looked at the sleeping face of Angelica. Only when this carefree tomboy closed her eyes and lay still could people feel the calm and sacred light emanating from her.

Some people say that the Sakota people are the race closest to "God", and some Sakota people will inadvertently show their unspeakable "holiness".

——Of course, with the development of Terran technology, exchanges between countries and races have become more and more frequent, and people’s fantasies about the Sakota race have been extinguished to a great extent.

When you mention "angel" now, the image that comes to mind for any serious person is definitely not a girl who saves the world with a perpetually sad but smiling face. Instead, they picture an angel on a motorcycle, an M16 in one hand and an AK47 in the other, a cigarette between their lips, shouting "God judges everything in the world, and I'm going to send you to see God" while pulling the trigger to death.

Sleeping in this position would definitely cause a stiff neck. Orson was about to carry Angel Exia into the lounge next door where there was a single bed, but just as his fingers touched Angel Exia's uniform jacket, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Whoa!"

Orson immediately answered the video call in a panic, luckily the Archangel was not woken up.

"Orson—"

The face of Tallulah, the initiator of the video call, appeared on the phone screen.

"Tallulah, how's Casimir doing?"

After seeing Tallulah, Orson moved the camera to the side and used his body to block the Archangel who was sleeping on the sofa behind him.

"It's progressing faster than expected, because Rhodes Island has plenty of energy pills... ahem, because the infected are so motivated."

Tallulah coughed twice to pretend she hadn't let anything slip, but she could still occasionally hear in the background:

"I really don't have a drop left (meaning I'm so tired that I can't sweat)" "It doesn't matter, as long as you take this shot, you will become a tough office worker whose mind is only focused on work" "No - ah ah ah - I have to work, I have to move bricks!" and so on.

It's over. The Reunion Movement has also been infected by Rhodes Island and turned into a sweatshop. The light of Terra has completely dissipated. The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon. (Wrong)

"Anyway, everything is fine on my end. How's your situation, Orsen? How's Huijie?"

"Uh... I haven't met Officer Chen yet. Something went wrong here."

"Are you OK?"

Hearing about the emergency on Orson's side, Tallulah immediately asked anxiously and concernedly, but Tallulah's behavior made Orson very embarrassed. He was even more unable to say, "I was thrown into the police station by your sister."