"So what? what have you been trying to say?" Dior puffed out a puff of smoke, "First of all, all the things about your joining the "D-10" War Department have been dismissed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Don't you know everything!"

"Regarding the members of the War Department, I have a list of recommendations here, do you want to see it?"

Yuru pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from the small pocket of her dress. It seems that she doesn't take this thing seriously, if Dio has to choose it herself, she can also go to the training base of the Su Ming Communist League and the Hunter Department to find a newcomer. As a result, Dior would have to train the newcomers from scratch, and she herself had no experience with them. It would be great if there was something like "Daria's Notes on Recruit Training".

Dior took the list of recommendations, and when he opened it, he saw many familiar names. For example, Daria, who just retired from KGB, Liao Xueqing, a member of the Shenji Battalion, and so on. The martial artist of the Shenji Battalion who was beaten by Dior is also among them, and the logistics department does not need Dior to worry about it, Yuru is the first to bear the brunt of the list, and John's name is also among them.

"JOJO, DO YOU HAVE A STAND-IN, DO YOU HAVE RIPPLES, DO YOU HAVE THE CONSCIOUSNESS TO CARVE OUT THE PATH OF LIGHT THAT YOU SHOULD GO ON IN THE DARK WILDERNESS?" DIOR LAUGHED AND SHOOK THE LIST IN FRONT OF HIS EYES.

By the way, ripple is the official name for the kind of 'internal strength' that European countries use for the cultivation of martial artists, and the Ming Empire itself did not call it that. And John, of course, has nothing, he has never met a teacher named Zibelin, and the ancestors of the Connor family have no contact with the Ming people, so it is natural that he has no qualifications to be sent to the local battlefield except for knowing how to use guns.

"When I was in military school, I knocked out the instructor's trophy base with Garand from 500 meters away, and that doesn't count. John thought for a moment before replying.

It seems that he is not a well-behaved and cute trainee either.

The British Army has always been known for its weakness, and the noble aristocrats did not disdain to wallow in the mud, but the training of the Army has always been too poor compared to that of the Marines. Until the training methods of the Ming and Soviet countries were adopted, compared with the previous fool-like exercises, the current British Army is quite acceptable in terms of perseverance. However, compared with the Soviet Union who was able to kill a bear with his bare hands and broke a big stone in the chest of the Ming Kingdom, there is still a certain gap. Of course... The rugby course set up by the British aristocratic schools allowed these nobles to have a good physique.

After all, rugby, which is known for its 'barbarism', generally does not have protective gear, and even if it does, it is only a useless 'forehead protector' with the name of the team written on the forehead. So it's not uncommon (it's actually still rare) for Hugh Hudson's captain to be half-paralyzed by a ball from Dio. These nobles who are very particular about food and clothing are usually as tall as John, good at several kinds of fighting boxing and self-defense, and have a wonderful 'literary literacy', I have to say that this is a magical country.

In the words of the Ming Kingdom, the powerlessness of the chicken has become synonymous with scholars. On the other hand, the West Factory and the Shenji Battalion are full of martial artists, and any one of them can probably kill the bear with bare hands like the Soviet Marines. As the saying goes, poor mountains and bad waters produce bad people, and the soldiers trained in the harsh environment of the Soviet Union are indeed outstanding. The temperature below zero made the soldiers fight shirtless or something, and only the Soviet instructors could do it.

The drive to Shevolt wasn't close, and hours of driving drove Dior, who hadn't ridden much since he was a kid. Yuru, who was pulled over to act as a coolie, looked at the surrounding scenery with great interest, the girl has been to many places in her life, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she has traveled around the world, of course, only on a submarine. Only occasionally when the submarine was being reorganized did the captain have the opportunity to step out of the dark and damp dock to take a look at the surrounding scenery.

Whether it is the Ming Empire on the other side of the world, or the British mainland, it is something new for this little girl.

"When was Shevolt built, is there anything special there, is it the same as the Ming Empire?"

Lying on the side of the car window, almost the whole little face was attached to the glass, and the girl who was rarely freed from the 'cage' looked curiously at everything she could see.

"I don't know, a little-known town, maybe after this incident is resolved, this town will never appear in any records again. Dio replied.

In a little-known town, in a sparsely populated territory, no one knows what is going on.

"What kind of place is a school?" Yuru brought up the matter again.

"School... Well, it may not be a very clean place for Dior, there are many books, that's all," John sank Dior with a word, "Sometimes you can make friends in it, sometimes you can learn something, sometimes you will be inexplicably excluded." If you have to say... That's a microcosm of society. ”

"Malicious slander, malicious exclusion, excellent people will be excluded by not so good people, excellent people will also crowd out less excellent people, and in that kind of environment, the guy who insists on being single will be very conspicuous. It's not a great place for people like me, but..."

Dio kneaded Yuru's hair, then smiled and said:

"That's just for a twisted guy like me, and if the rain is as gentle as you, you might have a lot of friends wherever you are. ”

"It's like you're saying, 'It's okay because you're stupid,'" Rain leaned over to Dior, "What about you, Dior?

"Why, it's not so much that Dio is intriguing with others, it's that she unilaterally treats everyone as an enemy," John recalled, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the scenery outside the train, "At that time, their dorm room was still a single room, and one of them looked about the same size as you... Yes, college student, that child doesn't seem to have grown up on the outside, I don't know why he likes to stick to Dior, and it happened that many people had a series of conflicts with Dior during that time, and even locked the door of Dior's room with an old lock. Dio hates that kid, guess what Dio said to that guy?"

"I guessed it..."

John cleared his throat and said coldly as Dior said with a blank face:

"'I think there are two kinds of human beings, those who are worth working with and feel comfortable with, like cats, and those who cling to others shamelessly, like flies. And you let me know the third one, which is that the intelligence and emotional intelligence are outrageously low but there is no self-awareness, can't you see that I want to be quiet alone?', and the child ran away crying. ”

"I never came to Dior again. Yu said clearly.

But Dio snorted coldly, shook his head at the rain, and said:

"Then the girl got my sister, who was a secretary in the administration department, to reason with me, and I spent thirty minutes telling her to cry, and then she liked to stick to me even more. ”

“......”

"Well, although Dior has a very... Uh, that's, it's hard to describe," John was about to say something, but saw Dio glaring at him viciously, and then changed his words, "Very... Gao Jie, but I don't know why many people actually worship her, including me. By the way, she was the only honors student in Hugh Hudson's history to attend less than 10 percent of her attendance, and she was the only student council member to attend less than 10 percent of her attendance almost every month for four years in school. ”

"To be exact, my attendance is only 3.96%, and I probably only go once or twice a year. Dior added.

Even so, Hudson didn't let Dior drop out of school, of course, for a reason... She was the only student to whom Hudson's essay was highly rated and read by the Queen herself. Of course, the treatise was full of sophistry and conceit, as she used to say at length, but it was unexpectedly liked by the queen when she came to make her rounds.

"Oh, yes, I suddenly remembered at the mention of that," John patted his head, "isn't that child who has been with you the daughter of Sir Blois?"

“... Why didn't you say it earlier?" Dior froze in place.

She would never want to work with someone she had offended in the past, and even if she had to, it would be better to stay as far away as possible. Those self-righteous guys don't know when they will stumble for Dior, usually Dior has enough energy to deal with those guys, but once the current situation occurs, it is not so simple. Someone who treats personal grievances to all sorts of occasions will never be the teammate she wants.

"You don't even know the names of the people you've been with for four years, what can I say," John shrugged, "she's the jewel of Sir Blois, and perhaps your name has been written down in his notebook long ago... Sir Blois had sold more than half of his ancestral land to cure his daughter's illness. ”

"I've never heard of any illness in her. Dior said nonchalantly.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, it's after she dropped out of school, and it's too late for you to be happy that the child doesn't appear next to you, so why do you care about it again. ”

Dio nodded noncommittally, then pulled out his pipe, Sir Blois's daughter's illness... His territory, the strange creatures that appeared on Shevolt... There is always a subtle connection between them. Maybe Sherlock would think of something to write, so she immediately pulled out her phone and dialed Sherlock's office.

"Hey, First Detective of the Twilight Nation, do you hear that?"

"I suppose you mean to speak of Sir Blois. A response quickly came from the other end of the line.

"You got it?"

"I don't know, but I suddenly thought of a possibility, might as well put your thoughts across. Sherlock's voice sounded hoarse.

“... Sir Blois's daughter has a serious illness, and about this..."

"Understood, I'll start investigating right away. ”

In a few words, the matter is over. Dio sighed, Sir Blois... Her daughter is not a special person, but she is not as good as passing her head, very much in line with the title of "Miss Blois", that's all, she doesn't have a deep influence on that petite adult woman, but...

It's a very irritating situation.