Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

This made Cocolia's brows furrow even more. It was as if a real ice storm had descended into the hall, making it hard for the people present to breathe.

Seeing the fear on the faces of the younger generation, an elderly City Builder hurriedly advised, "Please calm down, Lord Guardian. Commander Bronya was simply anxious and didn't understand your intentions. I'm sure she'll calm down and understand your good intentions."

"..."

Cocolia just glanced at the other person without saying anything.

She stopped exerting pressure only when cold sweat began to seep out of the other person's old face.

"I know what she's thinking, and I understand her growing up and wanting to have her own rights. In the past, I was also anxious to prove myself because of some of the voices around me, and I took a lot of detours.

I originally planned to train her for a few more years and then gradually delegate power to her—"

Having said this, she observed the city builders below, who had different expressions on their faces, and said something as if hinting at something.

"However, I didn't expect her rebellion to come so early. It seems that the training of Bronya's leadership character needs to be advanced in a timely manner."

Faced with the guardians' remarks that seem to be concerned about the immaturity of their successors, they are actually a warning to them.

How could these city builders, who all held positions in their respective families, dare to raise any objections? Although they secretly complained in their hearts, they appeared to agree unanimously on the surface.

"——Guardian, your opinion is excellent."

Seeing how they had just been extremely attentive to the next guardian, but now quickly gave in and obeyed, Cocolia sneered silently in her heart.

She no longer wasted time with this group of ignorant people, but continued to look through the documents on the table, even though she knew that her future was doomed to destruction.

Everything she did at this moment was useless, but Cocolia still needed to do a face-saving project.

All those matters that we would usually seriously consider, such as how to better benefit the people or contribute to the development of the city, have been swept aside and relegated to the status of abandoned projects.

The Ministry of Education reported that the number of students enrolled is decreasing year by year, and the talent crisis that may arise if this continues, but this did not move her in the slightest.

Instead of wasting time learning these things at the end of life, it is better to keep people ignorant and happy so that they can live relatively "happy" days before they die.

As she continued to review these trivial political matters, an application form for a performance in a public area appeared in front of her.

Cocolia frowned subconsciously. Such daily approvals needed her approval. Are the people below just there to eat and do nothing?

Looking down, there are notes for those who passed the application form:

Because the performance area is located in the Goethe Hotel, according to front-line information, there may be a small number of rift monsters wandering from the edge passage-square departure point in its underground station area, so there are certain safety risks. It is recommended to transfer it to Minister of Civil Affairs Kobersang for acceptance and approval.

Note from Minister of Civil Affairs Kobersan: Submitted to the Guardian for review.

Who is this Bosang? She didn't remember the head of the Civil Affairs Department being called this name.

After a brief recollection, Kokolia found that her impression of this person was really vague. She frowned, but eventually did not think too much about it. She just stamped it and swept it into the pile of documents.

It's just a harmless little thing. When the time comes, we can ask the nearby guards to pay attention and patrol a few times.

She didn't want any mistakes to happen in the municipal district—

As for the selection of patrol personnel.

Cocolia raised her head and looked at the petite woman who was climbing onto the bookshelf on the other side and seemed to be organizing documents.

"Pelagea Intelligence Officer."

She called out the name in a seemingly friendly manner.

"--yes!"

The intelligence officer whose name she called seemed startled, and the owl-rimmed glasses on his round face almost slipped off.

After coming down from the bookshelf and tidying herself up a bit, she stood in front of him with a solemn expression.

"May I ask what your orders are, Lord Guardian?"

"Here is a new patrol schedule for the city. I hope you will be in charge of it. Make sure to ensure the safety of the surrounding area. If any rift monsters wander over, kill them on the spot."

Kokolia informed without a doubt.

Not everyone is qualified to argue with Bronya like she is.

What's more, she also wanted to take the opportunity to give a warning to the intelligence officer who was too close to Shiluwa.

In the past, I would have turned a blind eye to it, but now I must make her understand who she is working for.

"learn!"

The girl, who could only guess half of what Cocolia was thinking, could only hasten to agree, while still having a little hope in her heart.

If she had been organizing the documents here, she might not have been able to catch up until the end of the performance. But now it was a public duty requirement, so she had to read it even if she didn't want to.

Moreover, some data analyzed from the mechanical bird last night made her very eager to see Wendy again.

She had previously been somewhat skeptical of Wendy's words, but when she actually saw the outstanding technology recorded in it, she was really moved.

If the two technologies can be replicated, the casualty rate problem that the Iron Guards are currently worried about can be effectively alleviated.

One of them is called a disposable protective wall, and the other is a technological protective gear.

Although the name sounds simple, the effect is real.

The former can generate a disposable defensive shield strong enough to withstand lethal attacks. The latter is a set of technological armor that can protect vulnerable parts of the body and effectively convert the impacted parts into energy, replacing the armor recharge and meeting the needs of long-term combat.

Although some of the materials in it are difficult to obtain, calculations show that if they can be promoted among the Iron Guard, the casualty rate on paper alone can be reduced to 9.72%, and even if used in combination, it can be doubled.

Such good news almost made her unable to sleep last night. She calculated it over and over again, and only after confirming that she was not dreaming did she fall asleep peacefully. Even today, she came to work on time.

She couldn't wait to share the good news with her good friend Shiluwa.

As for the Research Institute, unfortunately... for some reason, she didn't really trust those guys who were just sitting there doing nothing, and she also had doubts about whether the Great Guardian could make good use of these two technologies.

Instead of just talking, it is better to wait until the actual product comes out and then convince the other party with a lot of practical data.

This is what intelligence officer Pera judged.

Chapter 47: Perpetual Motion Mechanical House

Since quietly sending Bronya home, Wendy has had a rare moment of free time. After all, his previous workload has exceeded his monthly workload.

Now it's time to set aside some time to do my own things, such as the performance at the Goethe Hotel on Sunday that I had agreed with Pera.

Although the boss lady of Godi said not to worry too much, but considering that they provided the stage and did not charge any money, we should at least express some gratitude.

Wendy, who didn't care much about his own reputation, didn't consider who would benefit more from going there. For him, it would be great to have a place to display his talents, have some fans, and drink a few cups of afternoon tea.

Besides, a certain Miss Pera should be looking for him all over the streets right now, as he had put a lot of effort into acquiring the technology involved.

He was even ripped off by Sambo for this and almost lost his favor.

If he can't make good use of it, he will be in tears.

In this way, Wendy once again mingled in the streets of the upper class area, and when she was in the mood, she would play a few little tunes. The rhythm of the tunes was brisk and lively, which made the listeners feel very comfortable, and they could also feel that the poet in front of them was in a good mood.

Of course, since he wasn't singing for money this time, he wasn't charging any money. It would be best if someone else was listening, but even without them, he still planned to just entertain himself.

Wendy just played the song to his heart's content. Perhaps because of the new feelings he gained from using his authority before, his piano skills seemed to have improved a lot.

By the time I came to my senses, I was surrounded by people listening to music, and among them was a petite figure struggling to squeeze forward.

The iconic round-frame glasses and the cute, squirrel-like puffy cheeks made Wendy laugh out loud.

The poet's smile was cheerful and bright, and immediately attracted the attention of many young girls, as well as some young boys who were also feeling amorous.

Wendy's appearance is too deceptive, especially when paired with Beloberg's extremely rare white stockings, it is really stunning at first sight.

"——Wendy, I finally found you!"

When she saw him smiling at her, Pera realized that he had noticed her. Although her face felt a little hot, she still managed to squeeze out of the crowd and come to his side.

"Hmm? Are you planning on being the hero of my new song?!"

This evil-minded guy pretended to know nothing even though he knew what I was here for.

Pera pushed up her glasses and glared at him with a look that could have killed him like a typhus.

"Hey, why do you look like that? Are you worried about not being able to pay me for the article? Haha, I don't need the Winterfell Shield, as long as you treat me to a meal! Ah, bring a glass of black bread and ale!"

"...Okay. I'll promise you that, but I have something important to discuss with you right now. Come with me first."

Pera was helpless about this and couldn't refuse him here, so she had to grab his hand and quickly leave the scene.

This action earned her many "kind" looks from the fans present, with some girls even biting their handkerchiefs?!

This made her curl her lips, and she walked a little faster, muttering to herself in her heart.

I really don't know what makes this alcoholic poet so attractive. Isn't it just that he has some talent, a gentle personality, can tell stories better, is good at listening to other people's troubles, and can make others happy?

She is totally different from being so calm and rational, and never chasing stars.

After arriving at a temporary safe haven, a mechanical house called "Perpetual Motion".

Pella was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a female voice with suppressed laughter teased her, "Haha, although I asked you to help invite them over, I didn't ask you to just snatch them away."

The source of the voice was the owner of this mechanical house, a big sister with light brown hair, blue eyes, and an appearance and dress that was exceptionally mature and trendy.

Her name is Shiluwa Landau.

In the past, everyone said she was the smartest brain in the Silver Mane Iron Guard - until one day, she was expelled from the army without any warning despite having always had close contacts with the Grand Guardian.

No one knows whether she harbors hatred or has some deeper reasons for falling into this state, but it is undeniable that—

Now she is mocking the hard-working and exhausted drummer of her own band. I wonder if this is to vent her anger at not being valued in the past, or if there is something else...

"Hey, hey. I was just joking. Do you really need to introduce me like this?"

Looking at Pera who was introducing herself in a novel-like tone and whispering to Wendy, Shiluwa's mature appearance, which had not been obscured by the years, was a little embarrassed.

"At least leave me with a sense of mystery. Otherwise, I'll just become a background NPC right from the start."

It seems that this avant-garde and mechanically enthusiast lead singer is also well versed in this kind of culture.

"Hello, Miss Silva. It's been a long time since we last met. I'm Wendy, a bard."

Wendy greeted her with a chuckle.

"Hahaha. Miss, it's been a long time since I've heard of her. I never thought an old lady like me could be addressed like that!"

As if she was amused, Shiluwa laughed exaggeratedly, holding her belly, with a teasing look towards Perado in her eyes.

The intelligence officer made some obscure gestures, as if advising her not to continue talking about this unspeakable topic.

"Okay, to prevent my dear drummer lady from getting mad, let's put this topic aside for now."

Shiluwa raised her eyebrows slightly and showed a warm and sincere smile.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Wendy. I've heard a lot about you, and I have to say, you're quite the rock 'n' roll type. Personally, I really like your type."

When Wendy was unaware that she actually had a rock spirit, Pera spoke up.

"——Shiluwa, please pay attention to the band's image! You didn't ask me to bring him here just to talk about this, did you?"

You know, she rushed here as soon as she got off work, and then she took on the task of finding someone and worked hard without complaint.

Now that he has brought her here, he actually leaves her aside and says some weird things. Do he expect to see her be like the heroine in the novel, who becomes extremely shy when her wingman mentions her intimate interactions with the hero, and then takes advantage of the situation to create an ambiguous atmosphere?

She is not that innocent girl, but an outstanding Silver Mane Iron Guard who serves as an intelligence officer.

The literary girl pretended to realize it later and let go, thinking so righteously in her heart.

"Listen, that's what she said. Seriously, how can you ask someone for help and then just start talking about business?"

Xiluwa held her forehead with her hand and said with a headache.

"We're not Fort Cripple here, there's no need to report on military affairs. I just wanted to invite Wendy over to chat first, right?

Oh, right. It's almost time for dinner, how about you stay and have a meal with us, Wendy?"

She looked towards the inner room of the machinery house and spoke softly.

"It just so happens that my brother is here too. He's the one who mainly wants to see you."

Chapter 48: Talks

It was a pleasure to meet this Silver Mane Iron Guard officer again. He was a meticulous man, and his every word and action was quite chivalrous.