Chapter 20: Angel's Life Preservation Index Rises

"Theresa, it's not good to slack off in front of a child, really."

At lunchtime, in the dean's office, Himeko said to Theresa, whose expression was stiff and whose eyes were wandering.

"I... I've said it before, I saw that she was almost finished, so I helped her find the next volume. I wasn't reading it myself!"

"Oh? Really?"

"Of course it's true. When has this dean ever lied to you?"

"Haha, I don't believe it."

Himeko put the food into Angel's open mouth while looking at Theresa jokingly.

Theresa was so angry that her face turned red, but she couldn't refute it.

After a while, she could only rush out of the office angrily to escape the embarrassing atmosphere of being caught red-handed.

"Hahaha!"

Himeko laughed happily, her body shaking with laughter. Because Theresa had mastered the skill of tearing up comic books at the speed of light, Himeko hadn't caught her slacking off for a long time. Although everyone knew she was slacking off, as long as there was no definite evidence, Theresa could shamelessly pretend it hadn't happened.

This time, taking advantage of Theresa's unfamiliarity with Angel and her underestimation of her, Angel managed to film the slacking-off scene. In front of Angel, a junior, Theresa couldn't lie with her eyes open no matter how shameless she was.

"Alas, I finally suppressed her evil trend of indulging in slacking off. Although I don't know how much efficiency can be improved in the future, but... you did a great job, little Angel!"

Himeko smiled, wiped the corners of Angel's mouth, and pinched Angel's little face with great satisfaction.

Angel scratched her head with her left hand, smiled implicitly, and then looked at the red-haired beauty in front of her with sparkling eyes.

"Himeko, reward!"

"Ah, that... I'm still preparing it. Can I give it to you later?"

"Oh, okay."

Angel blinked, understanding Himeko's busyness as the second-in-command of Saint Freya, so she nodded sensibly.

Himeko cleaned up the dishes with a guilty conscience. The reward was just something she mentioned casually, and she had forgotten about it when she went out—Himeko couldn't say such a thing to Angel, who was looking forward to it.

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Angel of Saint Freya was temporarily useless. Without using the power of domination to repair it, her arm would take one or two months to heal for full recovery. During this period, except for theoretical courses, it was difficult to provide any valuable benefits.

On the other hand, Miss Angel's work was unusually smooth.

"The research ship from Nanyang will stop at the port for three days, and then go straight to the Arctic research station. It's easy to get on such a big ship. Whether you are a staff member or a gift pendant, it shouldn't be difficult to get on board and go to the Arctic to set up a resurrection point."

"The time and flight number of the two recent international flights to North America and Europe have been checked. I can easily catch the other two as long as I can adapt to the situation, and then set up the archive resurrection point in the Western Hemisphere."

"The progress in Shenzhou and Siberia is very smooth. I have perfectly hidden the two on the plane. It is expected that they will land one after another tonight, and then find a place away from society, dig a hole, and hibernate."

"Ah, after so many days of tossing, the perfect life-saving plan finally moved forward again, but it was not easy."

Miss Lady Angel sat on the open-air balcony illuminated by the setting sun, drinking high-grade black tea, and sighed tiredly and with relief.

At present, in addition to Miss Angel, the theater had released five more clones, all of whom had traveled to various parts of the world in ways that had nothing to do with Miss Angel. The eldest lady herself only provided some necessary intelligence, and it was all general information that could be easily seen after reaching a certain level of status. There was no special collection behavior, which could be said to be extremely cautious.

The plan of the Angels was to release a total of ten clones. Five of them would go to the Arctic, America, Europe, Asia, and other regions to find wilderness and uninhabited places to hibernate. Although it was a pity to lose five thinking threads at once, from a long-term perspective, these five fixed dormant individuals would become an important guarantee for a comeback in future crises. As long as they were still buried in the soil, the Angels would not really die, so it was a necessary sacrifice.

The other five would find gaps to integrate into society. They must have a certain social status and influence to become the intelligence, resources, and logistical support of the Angels. However, there was no specific goal now, so they would be put on hold for the time being. By the way, the eldest lady Angel was one of these five Angels.

In short, the life-saving index of the Angels was increasing at a visible speed, which was very reassuring. The eldest lady Angel leaned against the soft chair, looked at the sunset, and squinted her eyes happily. Then, she got up, went back to the house, changed into a delicate and decent dark blue dress, went out, and got on the long-awaited luxury car.

Tonight, the old man would introduce his so-called backer to Angel. It was said that it was because of his friendly relationship with the big man that he could get an advanced Titan robot as a personal guard. However, the old man was very mysterious and refused to reveal the name of the big man in advance.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been involved in anti-entropy and had to be cautious to be on the safe side, Angel would have brainwashed this dark and cold-blooded old man and asked for all the information.

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"Master Executor Cocolia, this is my daughter, the next successor of my Tachibana family."

"Hello, honorable master."

Angel smiled and saluted with her skirt.

'Fuck!'

'I knew that someone who could mix with such a dark capitalist and give Titan to ordinary people must be a reformist!'

'I didn't expect Cocolia to come on stage in person. But it seems reasonable. Damn!'

After Angel finished her greeting, she stood up again, and the smile on her face became more perfect and elegant. On the huge screen in the underground conference room, a woman with long white legs in long boots, her hands wrapped around two huge snowballs that were about to burst out, as charming and seductive as a golden-haired vixen, who else could it be but Cocolia herself?

Cocolia on the screen lowered her head, as if she was looking at Angel. After a moment, she smiled indifferently and said:

"So, the next business will be taken over by her?"

"That's right, Lord Cocolia. But my daughter has just started to take charge. If there is any negligence, please forgive me."

"Don't worry, I am very satisfied with our cooperation all the time. I believe in the vision of the head of the Tachibana family. The next cooperation will definitely be very pleasant. Next time we have a chance to go to the Far East, we might as well sit down and have a good chat. A beautiful woman like your daughter will surely make people feel better just by meeting her, right? Haha!"

"Lord Cocolia is too kind. In this way, I can feel at ease. Hahaha!"

The two chatted familiarly for a while, and Angel kept listening with a smile, occasionally laughing out loud. The scene was very harmonious for a while.

But Cocolia obviously didn't have so much time to chat with a small supplier. After simply recognizing Angel's status as the successor, the call ended quickly.

Angel then accompanied the old man for a walk, following behind the wheelchair, listening to him sigh and brag about the various operations in the process of making a fortune.

Black and white, pornography, gambling, drugs, organ trading... He seemed to have intervened in many aspects, at least he had operated them. It was not until the information age rolled in that he took the accumulated capital to catch the fast train of technological development, and then the high-speed train of anti-entropy, speeding all the way, and even once led his company into the ranks of the Fortune 500.

Angel listened. In fact, it was very boring, and she didn't plan to be a big capitalist. Instead, she felt that since the people behind the old man were all organized to help her out, then, shouldn't he be sent to reunite with his proud heirs as soon as possible?

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Angel stared at the old man's sparse hairy head with a faint gaze, and finally decided to endure it and not make trouble now.

It's still the old saying, survive, survival is victory.

The old man only had one or two months left to live, and it would take Saint Freya's Angel one or two months to recover. So it's the same in the end. It seems that the Angels can only lie dormant during this period.