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Staying is certainly out of the question. Gager would not let Architect act so foolishly, although the treatment on Renault's side is indeed quite good...
Shaking her head violently, Gager expelled the slightest sign of faltering from her mind and stiffly dragged Architect out of the airship.
However, when leaving, G3 deliberately packed some uneaten snacks from the dining room and hung them around Architect's neck. Maria also asked CF05 to gather a lot of 'local products' for Architect.
These included canned goods, wine from an overflowing cellar, and meat products that couldn't fit in the warehouse—a series of self-produced and self-sold items that the ship could barely store.
Although for CF05 and MG3, Maria was just helping to clear out the inventory, Architect was moved to tears.
"Decision made! When I get back, I'll stop calling Destroyer a little twerp!"
Hearing Architect's words, Gager sighed somewhat hopelessly. Her superior had already been completely bribed by this bit of material from the other side.
But it was indeed surprising; who would have thought that just relying on the facilities among the airship that the doll on Renault's side would be able to produce so many supplies that were relatively scarce on weekdays?
All kinds of fresh ingredients isn't something seen on the Sangvis Ferri side for several years. After all, Sangvis Ferri dolls do not need to eat. Elite dolls still maintain the function of eating, but that's only due to the original designer's preferences.
Therefore, Agent didn't include the elite dolls' need to eat in the consideration of war supplies—it wasn't necessary for Sangvis Ferri at all. If elite dolls wanted to eat or drink, they could only go to former human settlements to look for expired or unexpired items. Usually, it was mostly canned dry food and some MREs left behind by Griffin.
"Wow! That Renault is quite a nice guy! Tsk, why isn't he the head of Sangvis Ferri? If he came to Sangvis Ferri, our standard of living would definitely improve by a large margin!"
Architect sat behind a Snowmobile and still clutching a can of food sighed with an incredibly conflicted heart.
Gager also sitting behind another Snowmobile, couldn't help but pull the corner of her mouth breathlessly. This kind of unrealistic idea should be thrown away as soon as possible—it's impossible.
But even with this certainty, Gager couldn't help but ponder the possibility...
"Gager! Gager! I've just counted! Renault's side already has Destroyer—ah, it's Maria—as well as Scarecrow, Executioner, Hunter, Intruder, Ourobouros, Alchemist, and a considerable number of ordinary Sangvis Ferri dolls... That guy is our natural ally! When are we going back..."
Hearing Architect counting all the Sangvis Ferri elite dolls she saw on Renault's side, Gager immediately closed her eyes with a headache...
Well, there were only a few Sangvis Ferri elite dolls, and now Renault's side is about to gather half of them... That Commander called Renault, could he have some kind of collecting fetish?
But we have to admit, with so many Sangvis Ferri dolls on Renault's side, if the other side weren't human, he could indeed be called Sangvis Ferri's ally...
But this matter is just to think about—the other side is not going to help Sangvis Ferri...
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"Ooh wow, are there still so many? It's all stacked up already!"
After finishing her meal, Ourobouro was still holding the portion she had brought to RFB when she was suddenly startled as she passed by the entrance of the storehouse.
"Eh? Yeah, there's no more space to pile them up. We need to find a few people to sell these off, or else you'll have to squeeze between these bins of supplies every day from now on." Alchemist, in her work uniform and leaning against the supply crates, said with some helplessness.
"Alas, I will remind the Commander to find a way to sell these. Otherwise, it would be a bit too wasteful to reprocess them all into fertilizer." M1 Garand squeezed out of the storage room at this time, looking at the tablet in her hand with a bit of a headache.
She never thought she would have a day when she would worry about the supplies in their house being able to pile up...
"Oh, then please, if it continues like this, the farm side is going to be full as well. MG3 is now complaining all day long that the dolls at home are consuming too little." Hearing M1 Garand's words, Alchemist waved her hand and twisted around to skulk away towards the farm.
And looking at M1 Garand and the Rippers going back and forth busily, Ourobouros shrunk her neck and tiptoed away from the doorway of the storehouse.
Although she stood there and didn't move, M1 Garand wouldn't ask for her help. But was it good? Watching others busy while playing games on the side?
Feeling a little guilty for the first time, Ourobouros hurriedly sprinted back to her and RFB's dormitory.
However, after listening to Ourobouros's journey, RFB obviously had nothing to be embarrassed about.
While mindlessly eating, she raised her chopsticks and pointed at Ourobouros in front of her, "What are you thinking so much about? Anyway, when the Commander has a mission, wouldn't it be better for you to put in a little more effort to follow it?"
Since the Commander did not open his mouth, they naturally do not need to think too much. Besides, the Commander is not leisurely every day. If they are too diligent...
Then there must also be something that allows them to be diligent! What is it now? There is no mission! There is nothing to do at all!
Nodding thoughtfully, Ourobouros also sighed.
She was just created, obviously an Sangvis Ferri elite combat doll, but now on Renault's side, she had instantly become someone who can only eat and drink all day...
Isn't something not quite right? Should we ask Renault if there is anything she can do?
Although her current state is no different from the Intruder who fishes all day long and Maria who fights all day long, it's a bit bad to keep on idling like this...
"Oi oi! Ourobouros! Don't freeze up! This monster over here has respawned! Hurry over and help me fight it!"
"Ooooh! I'm coming!"
Hi! What's wrong with me? Get on! Get on the game!
As for the storage space on the airship running out, Renault naturally knew about it. He had already contacted the same freight company from last time, and it was time to sell off a batch of these supplies that couldn't be piled up anymore.
He doesn't know whether the other party has digested those things sent over last time.