"Well, I think she's back now."
Russell said to Yulandel.
After saying this, a blood shadow was seen flying out of the window and transformed into that graceful beauty.
The gray-blond shoulder-length hair, burgundy eyes, skin that is too fair compared to humans, and slightly sharp canine teeth all reveal her identity.
——Rita.
"You are here, Master Russell."
She looked at the man who was chasing her from the other end of time and greeted him with a voice as clear as an oriole.
"You were very difficult when you were little."
In response, the man spread his hands and sighed.
"Why do you have to withdraw and go on a blind date with Ragnar as soon as you meet him?"
"Impressed."
Those were indeed somewhat bizarre words, causing the vampire beauty to look odd.
"Ah, didn't I tell you that we just need to save her before Ragnar-sensei comes to rescue her?"
She asked, looking Russell in the eye.
"Uh... I feel like there's no emotion being cultivated, it's just grasping the key points... It seems like something is wrong."
"So, why not try to cultivate into a Lolita first."
When Russell said this, he couldn't help but reveal a bit of helplessness on his face.
"It turns out that it's not easy to raise a Lolita. After all, children's thinking is actually quite unconventional."
"This is useless, isn't it?"
Rita looked into Russell's eyes and suddenly her face turned stern.
"You really just need to seize that one moment."
"The rest of the preparations are actually unnecessary and even stupid."
The sudden stern face made Bronya frown instantly.
Wouldn't this be detrimental to the superior?
She put down her knife and fork in an instant and glared at Rita like a short-legged but loyal hound.
But just the next second, a faint smile broke out on the blood demon's face. He stretched out his slender arms lightly, hugged Russell's neck, and pressed his lips on it.
“It’s stupid, but I like it.”
As Bronya was stunned, the woman whispered and gently bit the officer's ear.
What is this doing?
The little hound looked dazed.
Chapter 552: Something is wrong with this duck
I still haven't figured out what happened.
A dark wind blew up and blew over Banya's little head.
The child instantly lost all his spirit, as if he was controlled by a puppet.
He lay straight on the bed in the guest room and fell into a deep sleep.
"What happened?" It was already dawn the next day when this thought came to my mind.
Bronya climbed up from the soft bed and breathed in the air which seemed much fresher.
It was not the kind of extremely strong smell that the boss prepared, but a rather sweet smell.
Bronya walked to the mirror. For some reason, she seemed to have fallen asleep in her clothes last night, without even taking off her shoes.
Take a shower, change your clothes and go downstairs.
Thoughts that were actually unreasonable for a Boy Scout came to her mind.
——In the terrible climate of Siberia, taking a bath is a very bad idea.
But she still lowered her head seriously and took off her shoes. Her toes touched the ground through the white silk, feeling cool.
Then comes the outer coat, top, skirt and socks.
——Taking a bath every day is an order from the superior.
Since it is an order from the superior, it must be executed.
She entered the bathroom attached to the bedroom and stood on tiptoe with difficulty to turn on the switch.
The hot water washed down, wiping the body that looked a little thin due to malnutrition.
However, the girl's calf curves are still well-proportioned and slender, like some kind of light and thin deer.
When she put on the dress that could cover up her developmental defects, the thin and pitiful girl had turned into a lovely little princess.
The lovely little princess was now stepping on the stairs, heading towards the dining area below.
Then--
The whole person's face was instantly filled with shock.
food.
Lots of food.
The entire table was filled with various small plates.
There was very little on the plate.
However, the food served on it has everything you need in terms of color, aroma and taste.
It reminds me of the extravagant Russian aristocrats of classical times - only one bite of a dish was eaten and the rest was thrown away.
Full?
Are you kidding me?
A serious noble would definitely eat with the idea of ordinary taste.
With so much food on one plate, how can you enjoy more flavors?
More plates, less portions.
This is the customary dining etiquette agreed upon by the nobles.
However, this matter, which seemed like common sense in the aristocratic circle, was indeed a bit shocking when it unfolded before the eyes of normal people.
Bronya, who was born a thief, was stunned for a moment.
How many rubles is this?
She couldn't understand.
"Are you awake? If you are, come and have breakfast."
The maid, who looked noble no matter how she looked at her, smiled at her.
The commander was also waving at him.
The call from her superior made her come to her senses and she walked towards the dining table cautiously.
After taking a bite, a happy look appeared on his face, and he looked like some kind of cute little animal.
Weirdly cute.
"Thank you, sir."
As Chef Rita looked puzzled, the petite girl thanked Russell.
"It's okay, just eat."
Russell, this shameless guy, also has a righteous look on his face.
It seems as if all these dishes were made by him.
"Sir, you don't want to eat?"
The little wolf cub cut off bits of food from the corners of each dish and ate them.
Then, she turned several of her favorite plates in Russell's direction.
Rita: “…”
The real owner of this place had a strange look on her face, and her feet hidden under the table couldn't help but kick Russell's calf.
Obviously he was asking when Russell became such a close friend of Bronya.
Russell shrugged.
He couldn't answer that question.
Because he is just an ignorant dragon who eats rice at a high price.
"I'll eat later."
Russell, who had already eaten quite a bit, turned the girl towards his own dishes, then towards Bronya.
Then, like an old man playing with a collectible, he took out a piece that looked like solid candy.
Sugar silver key.
Shigure Qiluo surpassed the limit of one of the fragments and was qualified to appear on the battlefield to fight against "Sa".
If the unbroken Sugar Silver Key exceeds the limit, Kevin will be in trouble unless he activates the End Mode.
It is a powerful mechanical equipment.
One can't help but think of Type-Moon's description of Chaos: "a celestial fortress integrated with space."
——Ordinary attacks can’t affect that super mechanical god at all. At least it needs some spatial force to cause damage.
Because of Zeus's failure, the design book of the Celestial Fortress that Russell got was just a bare package.
He was just worrying about how to assemble the bare phone when the time came, and then Rita brought the fragments of the Sugar Silver Key over.
It really feels a bit lucky.
But this thing is now in pieces...
We need to send Merlin's army to investigate the traces this weapon has left in this world and complete it.
Then, find a way to increase the power of this weapon.
——A stellar-class battleship certainly cannot count on planetary-class armaments, it must be upgraded for fun.
Strictly speaking, my situation is actually quite bad.
after all--
On my way here, I encountered the reincarnation call from Aha.
He sacrificed a few beasts to refuse the call-up and defeated the reincarnation truck.
However, if the Thirty Reincarnation Helicopters fly over when I enter the Tree of Imaginary Numbers again, I will definitely be in trouble.
Will be forced to update to the Star Wars version.
You need to prepare some equipment.
Russell made the decision incredibly quickly and put it into action, or rather, let the Merlins in the House of Merlin put it into action.
After doing all this, Russell returned to the window and looked at Rita's flower shop.
Yesterday's attack plan was interrupted by Ragnar.
He squatted in front of the window, thinking, and then looked embarrassed.
——Crouching in front of the window all day, looking at little girls or something, this feels a bit...perverted?
[It is quite perverted, quite vulgar, and quite a white pig]
The prompter gave a friendly reminder.
