After witnessing Renault's impulsive action of shoving Alchemist into the Dinergate, the previously relaxed dolls sat up nervously.
Even the two who were still eating began to chew slowly, fearing they might anger Renault.
Looking back at the fearful looks in their eyes, Renault nodded in satisfaction. While this wasn't meant to be a warning, it would at least keep them in line for a while.
"Alright, here, unless you're being naughty and causing trouble, I won't stuff you into the Dinergates."
Now with the printing equipment, as long as their original body is intact, there's no need to stuff it into the Dinergates or Prowlers.
While Renault was dealing with Alchemist, the second doll's mental data had also been transferred. It now stood behind M3, looking at him with some surprise.
"M3? What's going on? Where are we?"
M3, whose attention had been completely drawn to Renault, was startled by the sudden voice behind him.
"Ah! G43! How come you're walking without making any noise!"
"No? You weren't paying attention. Hey! WA2000! Springfield!"
"G43! You're awake!"
While the dolls were talking to G43, Renault replaced the new neural core and began migrating data. There were seven more waiting.
As time passed, the dolls that Springfield and the others had brought over gradually regained consciousness from their downtime, and Ouroboros's body was also printed during this time.
Renault immediately called Scarecrow, the most diligent of the family, over and told her to take Ouroboros to get used to the new body before returning to the repair pod to attach the bionic skin.
With so many dolls in the workshop, it was obviously not appropriate for Ouroboros to adapt to the body directly in the workshop. Scarecrow's repair skills had recently improved, making it a perfect opportunity to ask her to help Ouroboros adjust her body.
"Are we just leaving like that?"
Ouroboros asked Scarecrow with a hint of resignation, rolling her eyes and taking in her terrifying, skinless appearance.
"Of course, the materials for the bionic skin cost money. What if you accidentally damage the body while adjusting it?" Scarecrow said, nodding to Springfield and the other dolls.
This rather polite gesture surprised WA2000 and the others.
After all their time battling the Sangvis Ferri dolls on the battlefield, this was the first time they'd ever seen a Sangvis Ferri doll nod to them.
But before they could respond, Scarecrow reached out and pulled Ouroboros out of the workshop.
Where else could the body be adjusted besides the spacious cargo hold?
Only the cargo hold was large enough, so there was no need to worry about Ouroboros suddenly exerting too much force and getting stuck in the ceiling.
"Commander Renault... how many Sangvis Ferri Elite Ringleaders have you taken in?"
From the moment they boarded the ship until now, they'd already seen five Sangvis Ferri Elite Dolls.
Scarecrow, Hunter, Executioner, Ouroboros, Alchemist... Sangvis Ferri probably only had a few Elite Dolls, right?
Couldn't Renault have captured all of them?
"There are... two more you haven't seen, right? There's also Intruder and Destroyer. But Destroyer's name is Maria, a name Lycoris gave her."
"Maria? Griffin doesn't seem to have any records of this. Could it be that the Destroyer Griffin discovered previously isn't the same one on your ship..."
"Of course not. Maria has been with me since around the time your Griffin and Sangvis Ferri feud began."
While chatting casually with Springfield, Renault examined Alchemist and the other dolls' bodies, exporting their data to a computer. He needed to create new bodies for them, and this data was essential.
Cooperation with the Sangvis Ferri?
Springfield shook her head, somewhat bewildered. She had no desire to delve into these matters. They had completely left Griffin now. Even if they wanted to return, Griffin wouldn't accept them.
Acting without following orders, for Griffin's technicians, this clearly classified them as problematic dolls.
"All of you, come sit down now. I'll delete your basic protocols."
As soon as Renault said this, the gathered dolls froze in place, staring at each other. They were unsure whether this was a good or bad thing for them.
"This..."
"Don't hesitate. Do you have anywhere else to go?"
Even after dismantling the fire control core, I.O.P. probably wouldn't return Tactical Dolls like these who had secretly left the battle formation.
Because no human would be willing to hire dolls with their own "little minds."
Thinking of this, Springfield nodded and walked over.
But as soon as she sat down, she remembered Alchemist who had been sitting there just a moment ago, now lying on the workbench... or rather, stuffed into a Dinergate...
That guy, was she sitting here just now?
With Alchemist's example, Springfield and the others were completely obedient when deleting the underlying protocol, daring not to make any unnecessary movements, fearing the same fate as Alchemist.
However, they were overthinking it. Renault didn't have that many Dinergate shells, and Nagant hadn't recovered that many Dinergates. Renault wouldn't disassemble functioning Dinergates.
So, M3 and the other dolls who had just had their new neural cores awakened would probably have to stay in the mental space for a while longer.
"Wuhu! This is so exciting! Commander, you're so creative! You even thought of turning that Alchemist into a toy car! Didn't you hear her screams when she was in the hands of the Ripper?"
Just as Scarecrow returned with Ouroboros, MDR darted in from the workshop door.
If these photos and videos were posted on the anonymous board, their views would definitely explode!
"Okay, stop playing around. Take Springfield and the others around the ship first, get them acquainted, and remember to have G36 arrange accommodations for them."
"Okay! Wait! Let me take a picture of Alchemist's body first! The expression on her face is pretty cool, too! Oh! By the way, is she one-eyed? She's clearly a doll, yet she insists on wearing an eyepatch?"