"One, two, three, four, five... fourteen, fifteen. Well, although there aren't many of you, welcome, welcome. It seems that my post on the anonymous board is still popular!"
MDR spoke with a smile, rubbing her hands and looking at the group of dolls standing in the workshop.
"Huh? What's going on with you again?" Hearing MDR's words, Renault, who was about to transfer the minds of the dolls, immediately frowned.
He found it a bit strange. To be honest, as long as these Griffin dolls weren't problematic, and their neural clouds were functioning normally, they wouldn't have returned and left Griffin without prior notice.
Not to mention those who ran out on their own, like AR15, HK416, and even UMP45—those cases had special reasons.
Normal dolls... even if they died in battle, wouldn't think of escaping from Griffin.
"Hey?" Seeing Renault frown and look at her, MDR tilted her head and pretended to be confused.
In reality, she had posted her previous experiences on the anonymous Griffin board, but she hadn't expected that the situation of two MDRs in a post would attract so much attention. It really helped her gain a lot of fans. The people in front of her now had probably stayed because of her publicity.
After all, she had mentioned in the post that Renault could repair the neural core—even if there was a hole in it...
Well, it could probably be repaired, right?
Seeing MDR's silly expression, Renault immediately knew she must have tricked these Griffin dolls with something bizarre.
"Um, Commander Renault, we heard that you can repair the neural core?"
Just as MDR tilted her head and pretended to be clueless, a doll standing next to Springfield raised their hand and asked Renault as if they were raising their hand to answer a question.
"Repair? The neural core cannot be repaired."
When Renault said this, the hope in the eyes of the doll who spoke, and Springfield dimmed.
They had heard that Renault could repair the neural core, so they hid when the Griffin employees came to check the status of the dolls.
However, they hadn't expected... things weren't as good as MDR had described.
There was no turning back. The personnel statistics on the Griffin side should have been completed.
Even if they rushed back now, as soon as the technicians checked their neural clouds, they would know what they had done before, and they would definitely be classified as problematic dolls.
Problematic dolls... especially those who escaped from their employers... 80% of them would be sent to have their core melted, right?
"You can only replace the neural core."
The breath of Springfield and the others, who were already somewhat desperate, suddenly paused.
This man! Why can't he finish what he speaks in one breath!?
However, Renault's words made them feel relieved. At least this way, their actions wouldn't be in vain. They could at least save Stg-44 and PK.
Just as the dolls exchanged happy glances, the instigator of all this, MDR, tiptoed out of the workshop.
She had nothing else to do now. She really hadn't expected to attract people here, but it was an unintentional act.
She didn't want to stay with Renault to help. Anyway, it was all repetitive work, not exciting at all. Renault would never let her directly access the mental space of these dolls to spy on them.
Instead of staying here to do hard labor, it would be better to run off somewhere else and laze!
Renault rolled his eyes at MDR. "Remember to find Ouroboros and Alchemist who just boarded the ship after you go out."
"Uh, yes, yes, I know. I'll find them right away..." Hearing Renault's words, MDR shrugged helplessly. She knew that Renault would definitely find something for her to do.
Watching MDR walk out of the workshop, Springfield and the others who were still standing there felt a bit awkward.
What should they do now?
In the past, at times like this, they would have returned to Griffin's base to repair or recharge. They could also wander around Griffin's base.
Springfield herself would return to the cafe opened by Griffin to do her own work.
But now they were on Renault's ship. They had just walked all the way here. Apart from remembering that this road led to Renault's workshop, they didn't know anything about this spaceship. Moreover, since Renault hadn't said anything, they didn't dare to wander around casually.
What if they wandered aimlessly and got mistaken for intruders by those Sangvis Ferri dolls they had just seen?
"Find a place to sit down. Those who are injured can lie down in the repair room first. Of course, you can introduce yourselves if you feel like it," Renault spoke, pointing to the chairs and repair rooms next to him.
Hearing this, the six T-Dolls looked at each other before introducing themselves, mentioning their names and specialties.
Springfield, wz.29, QSB-91, WA2000, MG42, and Super-Shorty, who was really short.
Except for Springfield, who resembled WA2000, the other dolls had no similarities, and it was unclear how they had all come together.
However, they had all been tricked by MDR into coming here. The dolls waiting for repairs didn't need to introduce themselves. Their mental data would be migrated anyway.
"Springfield. Can you go to the repair room and fix your abdominal wound first? The circulating fluid dripping like this will make it difficult for the Rippers."
Though Springfield had been covering her abdominal wound with her hand, it was clear that the leakage of circulating fluid couldn't be stopped just by holding it. Her white skirt was already stained red.
And... didn't you see the Rippers with mops chasing here from the cargo hold?
Looking at the Rippers standing in front of her, hands on their hips and staring angrily, Springfield could only smile awkwardly as she walked toward the repair room. WA2000 helped pull up the curtain used for partition.
QSB-91 and MG42 weren't polite and sat down directly on stools. Super-Shorty did the same. Only wz.29 was left standing timidly, holding their gun. But soon, QSB-91 pulled them down to sit.
"Commander Renault, what are you doing now?"
QSB-91 asked curiously as Renault took the neural core of one of the dolls and placed it on an instrument in the workshop.