svetikya Chapter 59 I never intended to give it to him!
Chapter 59 I never intended to give it to him!
Yu Lian, dressed in a white priestess robe, walked down with a seal in her hand and an expressionless face.
She looked at Hitler and Soluka lying on the ground, no different from two dead fish, and then at the mountain of urgent documents around them, all stamped with the "delivered" seal.
A look of disbelief crossed his face, a result of long hours of overtime.
"This...this contains all the urgent documents from the southern, northern, and ocean-going outposts?"
Hitler propped himself up and sat up: "Commander, all forty-eight outposts, all the Dark Index reports and defense orders have been delivered and received receipts. Those snail-like sentries, the moment they saw me arrive, thought the Dark God had resurrected ahead of schedule."
Soruka, panting, got up and said, "Commander, although this guy violated speeding rules twenty-six times and damaged three clotheslines along the way, we did complete a task in two hours that used to take the entire flight crew three days or even longer."
You Lian took the official seal in her hand.
The commander of the guard regiment, who was constantly troubled by the inefficiency of official document circulation and the lack of cooperation from the giants, turned his head and looked at Kaul, who had just entered the square, with an expression of appreciation for Kaul in his eyes.
"After all these years of trials, finally, Kaul... are you really not someone who has been corrupted by darkness, or someone sent by God to save me?"
Kaul stepped forward: "Commander Yu Lian, as I said, as long as we set an irresistible competitive goal for these energetic giants, they will compare themselves to each other. Although they are beings of light, they are still human."
Kaul patted Soruka and Hitler on the shoulder: "Look at these two. Not only did they not cause any trouble in the city today, they even became the global document transporters. Soruka, Hitler, you are both model workers of the guard regiment today."
"Model worker?" Hitler found the name strange, but seeing Soruka's defiant expression, he immediately straightened his back.
"Of course! Soruka, did you hear that? I'm the workhorse! You're just a runner-up at best!"
"Hitler, don't get cocky. Tomorrow we're going to the East China Sea region," Soruka shouted.
Soluka and Hitler, Daya and Darram, are exactly the same kind of relationship and a control group.
"Come on then, do you think I'd be slower than you?"
Seeing the two of them start challenging each other again, Kaul put a checkmark on his plan.
With the opening of roads in the southern volcanic area and the early delivery of urgent global documents, the atmosphere in the garrison building, which had been somewhat off-key due to the absence of enemies, underwent a strange change within a single day.
This is mainly because the most important giants and the commander of the guard regiment have changed, and those below them have also changed.
After these past few days of changes, the discussions in the hall have now subsided.
"Have you heard? Darram and Daya... and Hitler and Soruka..."
"Good heavens, why are those two from Darram suddenly working like crazy? What kind of drug did that new alien strategist give them?"
As Caul walked down the corridor with his hands in his pockets, he couldn't hide the smile on his face as he listened to the discussions.
However, when he turned a corner, preparing to go back to his office for a glass of water, the temperature was so cold...
Kaul stopped, his smile fading slightly, and looked in the direction of the almost tangible chill.
At the end of the corridor, on the edge of a suspended terrace, Camilla, dressed in a black robe, with a graceful figure but exuding an aura of coldness that keeps strangers at bay, stood quietly.
In her hand, she held upside down the light whip formed from light energy, the tip of the whip gently rubbing against the ground. In her other hand, she incongruously held a wooden box woven from coarse vines and even tied with an extremely awkward heart-shaped bow.
"Ms. Camilla." Caul cleared his throat and walked over very gracefully.
Camilla didn't turn her head, but the icy aura emanating from her body clearly showed a slight, unnatural fluctuation the moment Kaul approached.
"That...absurd book you gave me." Camilla's voice remained cold, even tinged with a hint of threat, but if you listened closely, you could detect a barely concealed panic and trembling. "I've already read it. Its contents are nothing short of blasphemy against me."
"Oh? Is that so?" Caul shrugged, leaned against the railing, and glanced sideways at the wooden box.
A faint aroma of meat was emanating from the box.
But the strangest thing is that along with the aroma of meat, there was also a faint sizzling sound coming from inside the box from time to time, and even a trace of dangerous red light was revealed from the gaps.
Caul sniffed, a slight ache in his eyes, and asked, "Ms. Camilla, if I'm not mistaken... this contains the results of your first rule: the way to a person's heart is through their stomach (the bento box version)?"
Camilla gripped the light whip tightly.
She turned her head, her glowing eyes fixed on Kaul. Although Kaul couldn't see her facial expression, he could clearly sense that this ancient boss's face was absolutely red, almost burning red.
"I...I just happened to be clearing the back mountain when I casually used a beam of light to destroy a monster that was trying to attack civilians." Camilla turned her head away, her tone stiff.
"This piece of meat is unnecessary; it would be a waste to throw it away. Tiga often doesn't eat after training, so I... I just brought it to him on my way."
Kaur leaned closer and looked at the box that was still faintly emitting a red light with extreme disdain.
"Ms. Camilla, are you sure you only 'lightly toasted' it?" Caul pointed to the tiny lightning bolt leaping from the crack in the box. "I have a feeling this is a bit strange. Enough for Little Rock to roll around on the ground for three days without eating or drinking? Are you cooking, or building a nuclear fission weapon?"
Camilla lashed her whip across the ground, somewhat enraged:
"Shut up! I've already cut the meat into... into that stupid heart shape, just like in your lousy book! If that blockhead Tiga doesn't eat it, or if he dares to say 'no,' I'll throw his Spark Prism into R'lyeh's lava pool tonight!!"
Looking at Camilla, who was almost degenerating into a "yandere," even Caul broke out in a sweat.
He finally understood why the ancient giants had turned evil—it was simply due to a lack of proper guidance in family life! Camilla wasn't offering warmth; she was practically delivering a death warrant!
"Don't worry, Ms. Camilla." Caul wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forcing a confident smile. "We have a Plan B for dealing with straight men. Now, take your package, let's go to the hall. It's time to give that blockhead a real 'preference taming'."