Chapter 322: Unable to Contact

Back on schedule.

Also, New Fic will be dropping on Patrèon this week and next week, voting will start next week on what will be focused first among these, total of 10-18 fics.

The main focus is the 9 fics this week which are all good. Fic distribution according to votes;

Honkai Impact 3rd - 3 Fics

Honkai Star Rail - 3 Fics

Fate - 3 Fics.

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Without any outsiders at home, Renault naturally wouldn't continue idly sitting in the training room. Carrying his coffee, he made his way to the underground dock.

There he found RFB, as expected, immersed in playing games.

"You're always playing games. Don't you know how to help weld the ship hull?"

"Huh? But I need to know how to do it! Who knows how to weld a spaceship hull?" Hearing Renault's voice, RFB glanced up and gave him a disdainful look.

If it were just welding load-bearing columns, it would be simple. Following normal welding procedures would suffice. Even if she didn't know, a quick search online would provide the necessary information.

But welding a spaceship hull?

She had never even heard of an organization in this world that had built a flying spaceship. How could she find information about welding a spaceship hull online?

Shrugging, Renault placed his coat on the table next to the elevator and jumped lightly into the SCV's cockpit.

"MDR is distributing black history albums upstairs. Aren't you going to check it out?"

It couldn't entirely be called a black history album since MDR had also collected many photos of the dolls' daily lives, and RFB was naturally not an exception. It included some photos of her when she first arrived at Renault's side. It seemed there were also photos of the two from the Graven household.

"Well, I know about that. I've already seen it." Hearing Renault's words, RFB waved her hand dismissively at the album beside her.

RFB was the first to get her hands on the album MDR made. After all, she didn't have much black history herself, so even if she saw the album first, she wouldn't call for MDR's head.

Similarly, there were MP5, NZ75, C96, and others, as they didn't have much black history, unlike those who had experienced unfortunate incidents like Simonov or M1 Garand.

Seeing that RFB appeared uninterested, Renault didn't say anything else. There was work to be done. The engine had already been hoisted into its designated position. After welding the ship hull, there were countless other tasks waiting for him.

Unfortunately, perhaps it was because the heavens didn't want him to work comfortably, just as Renault had welded about ten pieces of ship armor plates, his phone, tucked in his coat pocket, suddenly rang.

"Hey! Commander! Your phone is ringing!"

"Then bring it over to me!" Renault, with both hands on the control lever, snapped impatiently.

He had only welded half of one plate, and letting go to answer the phone would require reworking it. Moreover, letting go might even tear apart other parts connected to the plate. Otherwise, he would have jumped out of the SCV to answer the call.

"Okay, okay, let me finish off these few monsters first!"

Apparently, RFB had the same idea as Renault. The two reluctant individuals listened to the phone ringing for a full two minutes before RFB finally put down her game and picked up Renault's phone.

"Commander, Helian from Griffin is looking for you."

Upon hearing this, Renault sighed. "Tell her I'll call her back in five minutes."

Answering the call right now was out of the question. Who knew if Helian had anyone around her? If they connected, the entire Griffin would know in no time that he was building a spaceship.

"OK." RFB naturally complied, typing a message with her fingers and then sat back at her throne, immersed in her game once again.

Renault couldn't help but wonder where this girl got so many games to play...

Just as Helian was holding her phone  anxiously while pacing back and forth in her office trying to contact Renault using Griffin's communicator, Renault's phone finally rang.

"I was busy just now, what's up?" Hearing the noisy doll voices in the background, Renault frowned.

Helian, who had just connected the communication, hadn't managed to conceal her initial excitement before seeing Renault's puzzled expression.

Could it be? Did she call too much and annoy him? How should she handle this now!? What should she say? What should she say!?

Seeing Helian in the holographic image looking at him dumbfounded, Renault raised an eyebrow. He wondered what was going on with her.

Had she been injected with a sedative? Why wasn't she moving?

"Hello? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Uh, sorry! I, uh, just zoned out!" Seeing Renault's skeptical expression, Helian struggled to control her expression, her cheeks turning slightly red. She picked up a stack of documents from her desk, seemingly to relieve her nervous tension.

"So, what's the matter? I just sent that stingy Ange away. If you have something to say, just spit it out, okay?"

He was in a hurry to assemble his spaceship. If he kept procrastinating like this, it would take him several months to finish the ship.

"Well, uh, it's like this, because there was a little problem with Griffin's helicopter, it may not be fixed in a short time. So, can we borrow your helicopter to help us pick up a doll from the war zone?"

"Pick up a doll? Since when did Griffin value dolls so much?"

Most dolls went on missions relying on their own legs. Why did they need to borrow a helicopter from him today?

Just to evacuate a doll?

"The doll on this side... well, it's better to let the original employer explain it."

Helian thought for a moment, feeling a headache coming on. She didn't know how to explain this matter, so she pointed to the communicator on her desk.

There was also a holographic image, but Renault had never seen the woman in it.

However, the woman's appearance was quite unique, with a pair of cats on her head. Her hair was messy, like a bird's nest, and her clothes were even more untidy. Combined with the dark circles under her eyes, she seemed on the verge of collapse.

"Who's this sloppy woman?"

After spending so much time in this world, he had never seen a woman who paid so little attention to her appearance. Even the residents of the civilian area looked cleaner and tidier than her.

"Um... although I know you're talking about me, can't you show a little respect for your employer?" Before Helian could speak, the woman in the holographic image cut in.

"She's Persica from 16lab, she's cooperating with Griffin. We want you to help us pick her doll up. She's a doll hired by 16lab."

"Hired?"

Hearing these words, Renault shrugged noncommittally. "Fine, where is she? If it's too far, I won't go."

It was just picking up a person, a matter of a few hours back and forth, which wouldn't have much impact on his current work.

"She's in the S09 area where Gentiane is located, but because the doll has to evade the pursuit of Sangvis Ferri, we can't contact her for the time being."

"Huh?"