It was 10 o'clock in the middle of the night when the two little girls finally came out of the game cabin.
Ask, who had been lying in the rocking chair all day, yawned slowly in boredom, then noticed that they had walked out of the recreation room, so he stood up.
"Why are you guys playing so late? Did you forget today's training?" Ask showed his authority as the leader and hit each of the two girls on the head.
However, Mia and Mia, who usually put their heads in their hands and acted pitiful, now raised their heads expressionlessly and said to Ask in all seriousness:
"I know. I'll make up for it in training. But you can't touch a girl's head casually. Captain, do you understand that?"
Ask:
He sat back in the rocking chair in confusion, while Mier and Mia looked at each other again.
That's right.
We can’t let the leader treat us like little girls anymore... We have to be at least young girls!
Because young girls have potential, but young girls can only commit crimes!
Unconsciously, some of the strange knowledge that Rasul taught them before leaving broadened Mia and Mier's thinking.
They were going back to Hearthfire Island to find a place to discuss the next battle plan.
The two girls had just returned to Hearthfire Island, and the elevator that the girls who had gone out took also came up.
“… So what did you read?” Sheila asked Medea while taking off her shoes at the elevator door.
"Anyway, we're here for Nora." Medea also took off her high heels and put them on the shoe cabinet next to her. She looked up and saw Ask sitting in the rocking chair, and her eyes rolled.
"Ask!" She suddenly ran over quickly, pretending to be timid, scared and helpless, hugged Ask's arm, and said with tears in her eyes:
"Today we were out shopping, and then a lot of people started to strike and march. Suddenly someone mixed in the crowd rushed out and stabbed us! You know, I was almost scared to death at that time!"
The girls at the door:
Ask frowned and said:
"The assassin? Was it an ordinary mercenary? Or a supernatural being?"
"He's a mercenary who has undergone prosthetic limb reconstruction." Medea lifted her skirt to reveal her red and swollen ankle, and said aggrievedly, "Look, I was so scared that I twisted my ankle!"
Her voice was gentle and plaintive, and it was clear that she was saying, "I'm not happy, and I need the captain to coax me to be happy."
However, before Ask could utter the next word, another figure rushed over and hugged Ask's other arm.
"Ask!" Peggy followed suit and said crisply, "What happened today was indeed very sudden. I was also scared at the time! Woo woo woo... Look, there is a cut on my arm!"
Using her ability to manipulate flesh and blood, she quickly created a wound out of thin air on her left arm and looked at Ask pitifully.
Ask: …
You two, one can sense malicious intent from a distance, and the other can heal wounds automatically. Why are you pretending to be weak women in front of me
Peggy sobbed and out of the corner of her eye she saw Medea looking down at her with unabashed disdain, her eyes looking at her as if she were looking at a stink bug.
"Do you have any shame, you damn bat, for learning my tricks?" Her sneer rang in Peggy's heart.