Chapter 133: Insufficient Space

"CLICK!"

With a crisp sound, the pen in her hand snapped in two, and the poor pen was immediately thrown out by its owner in frustration.

"Damn it, Renault! Every time it's either asking for help or money from me! Can't you think of anything else!?" After hanging up the call, Helian jumped up unusually while shouting in anger.

*BANG!*

Apparently hearing the commotion in Helian's room, the T-Doll responsible for patrolling burst in immediately. "Proxy Helian! What happened... uh? What's going on?"

As Poposha burst into the room, she was immediately met with Helian's furious gaze. Startled at first, she quickly took in the scene inside the room.

Originally, Helian should have been sleeping, but now she was already dressed in a Griffin uniform, with her hair loose and still wearing her sleeping gown underneath. She hadn't even bothered to put on slippers...

But her upper body was neatly arranged, with every button on her uniform fastened, and she even wore the monocle glasses that she only wore during office hours...

Poposha was truly puzzled, unable to understand what kind of performance art Helian was engaging in.

"It's nothing, absolutely nothing. Just wait here for a moment and help me deliver this report to the boss." Seeing Poposha suddenly barging in, Helian was first surprised, then immediately calmed down while wiping the ink off her hands.

Then she sat down again, quickly picked up another pen, hastily wrote a simple report, and handed it to Poposha.

"Just deliver this report to the boss, and after your patrol ends, go rest early. I'm fine here."

"Understood!"

Receiving the order, Poposha didn't hesitate. She immediately ran out of Helian's room.

"Really... why does this have to happen now? Griffin isn't a bank, and that guy Renault sure dares to think it is!"

...

While Helian was feeling extremely frustrated, Renault was busy contacting Victor.

Selling off those gold bars, and meanwhile purchasing another batch of materials. There were still many frail bodies at home waiting to be upgraded. Of course, if he could get his hands on a 3D printing device from IOP or Sangvis Ferri, that would be even better.

Unfortunately, such things couldn't be found even a shadow in the black market. Otherwise, Renault would have placed an order long ago.

If he had that, the process of manufacturing doll bodies would undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and the precision could be significantly improved. Saving him the trouble of tinkering in some small places.

Just after Victor hung up the call, the Scarecrow that Renault hadn't seen in the car earlier appeared again through the holographic image.

"Do you want to buy some daily necessities? Small gifts or snacks?" Upon hearing the Scarecrow's request, Renault was really puzzled. Was it necessary to contact him for such trivial matters?

Couldn't they just ask Jaeger or other dolls for help? When they weren't on a mission, the dolls in the house could go wherever they wanted as long as they maintained contact.

For such trivial matters like buying daily necessities, their doll companions could easily handle it while they were out. There was no need to involve him, right?

"Yes..." Perhaps mentioning these things made the Scarecrow, a pure Sangvis Ferri advanced doll, feel a little embarrassed. After all, she was the first among all Sangvis Ferri dolls to have such thoughts.

"Um, alright, but I'm not really sure about this. You'd better discuss it directly with Jaeger and the others. When they're done buying, they can pack everything up and bring it back with your convoy when they pass by our place."

And why contact him in the middle of the night? Couldn't it wait until daytime?

"Okay, then I'll..."

"Wait, wait, wait! Tomorrow morning won't do, none of the shops will be open that early."

"Huh? Can't we go buy it now?"

Just as Renault raised his hand to stop the Scarecrow's plan to send someone to collect the goods tomorrow morning, he heard the Scarecrow's surprised tone of voice.

"It's 2 o'clock in the morning right now. Even if dolls don't need to rest, humans do. Go, go, discuss it with Jaeger over there." While speaking, Renault pushed the ant carrying the holographic image of the Scarecrow in Jaeger's direction.

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Since when did Sangvis Ferri dolls start thinking about buying these things? Could it be that sharing the perception system with Jaeger and others during normal times has made them develop such cravings?

But these were all minor matters. After the dolls at home finished cleaning up, they all returned to their dormitories one after another. Only a few restless ones couldn't sit still in the middle of the night, rummaging through the kitchen, either stealing alcohol or eating stored food.

Perhaps realizing that Renault wouldn't blame them for this, these guys were blatant about it. Some even brought a plate of food over to Renault, who was busy repairing the repair pods.

"Commander, we have a midnight snack! Spicy noodles!" CF05 came over briskly with two big bowls of noodles, placing them on the table and beckoning Renault.

Beside her was A-91, still tipsy. Perhaps during her time at Griffin, she rarely had the opportunity to drink so openly, so now she had a bottle in each hand, drinking left and right tongue tied, unable to speak a word clearly.

"Oh, here it is." Putting down one of the repair pods in his hand against the wall, Renault glanced at the row of powered exoskeletons placed against the wall.

Originally, he didn't feel the need for so many, but now suddenly adding eight more dolls, if each one was equipped with such a bulky exoskeleton, even a semi-trailer wouldn't be enough. He might need a base car or even a land cruiser.

However, the factory couldn't accommodate those things, and he didn't have enough materials and equipment on hand to create such large items.

Sangvis Ferri had various large-scale manufacturing equipment, but unfortunately, their relationship with Sangvis Ferri's top executives wasn't enough to persuade them to lend those equipment.

After all, the Scarecrow was just a high-ranking Sangvis Ferri doll. In Sangvis Ferri manufacturing, her status was no different from an ordinary worker; the only difference... was probably the significant gap in intelligence between high-ranking and low-ranking dolls.

"Oh, I never expected that, Commander, would our commissions always be this grand? Snore!" CF05, while eating noodles, also marveled at the fact that her first mission had turned out to be so grand, involving both the Statesec and collapse fluid.

"What are you thinking with your little brain? It's not always as exaggerated as you think. This time was just a coincidence. Usually, our commissions are mostly quiet. Just eat, finish quickly, and go back to sleep."

"Yeah, got it. Does that mean we're having hot pot tomorrow?"

"Ask someone else about that. I'm fine with anything, and didn't we just have hot pot the day before yesterday?"