"We're leaving."
"Yeah, but luckily we still have this phone." M4A1 looked down at the phone in her hand, watching the spaceship slowly rise into the air and then fly steadily into the distance.
Although they were temporarily separated from AR15 and SOP2, as long as they had this phone, they could contact AR15 and SOP2 on the Renault ship at any time.
Though it was still a bit uncomfortable, it was at least much better than watching AR15's core being forcibly melted by Griffin's technicians.
"Although it's a bit inappropriate to say this now, you two should give me your phones for safekeeping." Helian suddenly walked behind M16 and M4A1, sighing helplessly.
"Why? In the past, these personal belongings didn't need to be kept together, right?"
M16 frowned when she heard what Helian said. This phone was now the only thing M4A1 and she had to contact AR15.
If Helian took it away...
Who knew what it would be disassembled into?
"Of course, it's because you are going to the S05 area soon. All the dolls who participated in this operation need to be quarantined and inspected. The phone Renault gave you will be disassembled and inspected by Griffin's technicians if you brought it."
As she spoke, Helian took out a phone of the same model from her pocket and shook it in front of the two of them.
"Quarantine inspection?"
"Yes, because the signal source of the Mastermind has always been there, the threat of the Parapulie virus has not been lifted until now, so..."
"I understand. But can our mobile phones be handed over to Commander Gentiane or Persica for safekeeping?"
"Of course, but you should still remember my and Gentiane's numbers. If anything important comes up, you can find a public phone or ordinary mobile phone to contact us. Have you memorized the other numbers you saved?"
"Yes, I have memorized them." M16 nodded and took the lead in handing the mobile phone in her hand to Helian.
Although she didn't know where the mobile phone in Helian's hand came from, it was obviously related to Renault. She didn't expect the always strict Helianthus to have a mobile phone made by Renault.
After all, Renault was known for not following the rules. M16 didn't expect Helian to be involved with him.
Seeing M16 hand over the phone so quickly, M4A1 sighed and reluctantly put her phone in Helian's hand.
"Okay, don't be sad. If you have a chance, you can still call AR15 and the others. As long as the number is correct, it doesn't matter. I'll return these two phones to you after you get out."
"Okay."
...
"Why did you get along with these guys so quickly?! And you even served tea and water to Renault! You! You are the pride of the Sangvis Ferri!"
Ouroboros shouted angrily, looking at Alchemist holding a plate and wearing an apron.
"Pride? How can I have that thing? I think this place is much better than the Mainframe, and as long as you're on this ship, you won't receive any mandatory orders from her."
Alchemist smiled at Ouroboros beside her, who was about to drool.
MG3 and she had just cleaned up two sheep suitable for slaughter. Some of the materials were used by CF05 and the others for hot pot, and the rest were sent to G36 for dinner.
The remaining scraps were directly grilled by MG3.
Here, it was on the plate.
Although it might seem wrong to grill lamb in front of a group of sheep in a farm, it still tasted good.
MDR happened to come to her, and MG3 asked her to bring all of them to Renault.
Although she didn't know what Renault wanted to do, MG3 was very clear about Renault's route after returning from each mission. As long as Renault stayed on the ship, he would definitely stay in his own workshop, except for when he went to the restaurant.
Slurp!
Looking at the tray in Alchemist's hand, Ouroboros could hardly hold back.
The bionic module that had been shut down by herself suddenly restarted strangely after seeing the grilled meat.
Smelling the tempting aroma, Ouroboros wanted to pounce on it and take all the barbecue on the plate for himself.
Unfortunately, she didn't dare to do it, because she was in this kind of state now, while Alchemist next to ber looked unharmed!
How could she, who was welded to the chassis of the cruiser like a hermit crab, beat Alchemist?
The price of not daring to act was that the bionic stomach in her body was beating like a gong and a drum.
These days, she had been playing games with RFB, but RFB was not like her. She still went to the restaurant to eat. Unlike Ouroboros, she hadn't eaten for several days.
Now, when she saw food, her eyes were so bright that they seemed to glow green!
"Don't play like this. MG3 still has a lot of materials. When you finish what Renault wants you to do, you can go to the farm with me for a bite, or you can go to the restaurant on the ship. I think Renault hasn't forbidden you to move around on the ship, right?"
As Alchemist spoke, she squinted at Ouroboros.
For some reason, Alchemist always felt there was something subtly different about the current Ouroboros compared to her, which couldn't exactly be separated from the Sangvis Ferri.
"That's not the case. What do you want to ask?" Ouroboros frowned, noticing that Alchemist obviously had something to ask, but her eyes still couldn't leave the tray in Alchemist's hand.
"Then, can you tell me what modifications Renault made after bringing you back?"
"Isn't it obvious? Look at this and you'll know!"
Upon hearing this, Ouroboros pointed to the chassis of the Ranger beneath him with some annoyance. Wasn't this obvious enough?
"This should be just an emergency measure to ensure that you can move, right? I mean other things, such as some things inside." Alchemist raised ber hand and tapped Ouroboros's forehead.
"Inside? You mean... ah, that guy deleted my underlying protocol."
"Which ones did he deleted?"
"All of them."
Hearing Ouroboros' words, Alchemist's eye without the eyepatch suddenly widened, looking at Ouroboros in disbelief.