“Dressing table…”
When Soshyan heard Veletz mention this, he was stunned at first, then nodded. Although Veronica hardly needed to put on makeup specifically, and her pragmatic energy could achieve the effect of the best makeup artist, he did have a spare dressing table installed by Veronica himself in his room.
As for whether this will be exposed, just look at Villets' attitude today. She should have known it almost as much as possible and there is nothing to hide.
"Do you mind if I use it for a while?"
"It's okay, but it's a bit unexpected. I thought the nun..."
Villets raised his eyebrows.
"Do you think nuns will be unkempt every day? Even before the battle, we will maintain our perfect appearance and welcome the fate given to us by the emperor, not to mention that scars are a kind of glory in daily non-combats, but they do not mean they have to become ugly."
Soshyan smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect that his casual words would make Villets react so much.
Sure enough, he still doesn't understand the thinking of these women.
"Just wait a little longer."
Villetz then walked to the direction Soshyan pointed, and after pressing a hidden button, a small dressing table stuck out of the wall. Villetz sat on a stool, picked up a comb and started combing his hair.
Suddenly, Weiletz said something.
"Does she spend the same room with you every day?"
After thinking for a moment, Soshyan, who was looking at the data board, replied:
“When working…”
"I said, when I'm resting."
“I don’t have that much time to rest…”
"I see."
After that, Villets stopped talking and just did things himself.
One hour later...
"Soshiyan?"
"ah?"
Soshiyan, who was a little drowsy when he leaned against the chair and looked at the data board, heard Weiletz's voice and immediately shuddered. Then he turned around and found that the other party was bent down slightly, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Sorry, let's wait for you for a long time."
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay..."
Soshyan blinked, for some reason, but he felt that there was no big change in Villets.
What did she do in this hour?
But he was very clever and didn't say it out.
"Soshiyan, I'm going to retrieve the data from the third dispatch center and check the rotation data of the personnel at the second schedule station this week. Do you have any meetings that need to be arranged?"
After returning to the office, Villets quickly entered the working state, and the two data boards worked at the same time.
"Well, five hours later, I had a meeting with the head of the Angstrom Apology Army, which was arranged in the main conference room of Eternal Loyalty. In eight hours, I would have to take time to meet with the representatives of the shipping vessel stranded in the galaxy..."
As he said that, Soshyan picked up the data board, glanced at it, and handed it to Villets.
"...In addition, the galaxy is now in a blockade. Although there is no problem with materials for the time being, we still need to be prepared. The daily distribution of all non-combatants has changed from normal to wartime."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements now."
"In addition, I'm sorry to contact the War Damage Statistics Center in Angustom, mainly to transfer the data of those middle and low-level command priests and followers who have outstanding combat into my command center."
"Okay... By the way, I found something interesting recently."
As he said that, Villets picked up a white round cake-shaped thing from the shelf beside him, and Soshyan was stunned.
"What's this?"
"Is it the last batch of merchant ships brought from outside, what does it seem to be called... Compressed towels?"
Villets found a cup, put it in it, added some water, and when she took it out, it turned into a towel.
Soshiyang blinked.
"Then what?"
"It looks ordinary, but some sisters accidentally discovered that it has strong filtration and sterilization effects, and even some subspace pollution can be eliminated. Just a little water can be used to turn it into a very useful medical bandage."
Soshiyang glared at his eyes, then took it, looked carefully, and smelled it again.
"It looks very ordinary, why does this effect have it?"
"I don't know, the merchant couldn't tell the origin, he just said that he had been in a retailer, and the retailer's goods were also in other places, but I don't feel like human technology...Soshyan, have you heard of short people, a non-human race that is said to be active near the center of the Galaxy."
Soshyang thought about it and then found only some small information.
"A little impression, but it seems like they... don't have much activity record, what do you mean?"
"This thing has no psionic components after testing, but it contains some unique nanomaterial. I suspect this may be a technology product for short people. It is rumored that short people often appear in the big vortex."
Soshiyang looked at the towel in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"If the effect of this thing is really as you said, it can indeed save many soldiers' lives...but are their technology OK? The point is whether it will cause criticism or belief issues, especially on the mechanical education side."
"I can't say this. The nuns have almost no record of contact or fighting with short people. However, I heard that some of the casting worlds seem to have commercial relations with short people. At least as far as we know, short people's technology should not be mixed with psychic energy, so there is no big gap with human products. You may be able to ask some professionals in the mechanical teaching."
"Well, I'll talk to Angustom's sage at the conference later that they should have some contact with short people in the Big Whirlpool, and even try to get online with short people through them."
Villets looked at Soshyan, blinked with a smile, and suddenly said with a rare joke:
"I was quite surprised. I thought that as Astarte, you, after learning about the short man, had the first reaction to destruction and expulsion, but I didn't expect that what you planned was to contact them."
"Uh... In order to win, we sometimes have to be more pragmatic, and the merchants also arrange people to track down the source. If they are really short, even if they are aliens, as long as they are beneficial to the empire, it doesn't matter if they are temporary cooperation. If they are merchants, it's nothing more than money."
Halfway through speaking, Soshiyan looked at Villets and suddenly remembered the identity of the other party's grand nun.
The nuns are famously hated aliens.
Discovering Soshyan looked at him, Villets smiled and stopped the work.
"Like you said, pragmatism, if my sisters can suffer less pain, I will not be so pedantic. And whether short people are aliens or sub-humans, at least there is no public opinion on the empire at present. Even if the Knights of the Astral Realm often have some strange strange faces, such as the weird company commander who likes to use chainsaws and long halberds to make strange laughs, I didn't say anything, you don't have to worry."
It turned out that Villets had been paying attention to the situation in the battle group. Soshyan had thought the other party didn't know it before, and realized that he seemed a little arrogant, and his expression was a little embarrassed.
But Villets reached out and held the back of his hand.
"I believe with all my heart that you must be loyal, and all means are for the highest goal, you are His messenger, and He is also watching you."
He—
When he thought of the fainted mask, Soshiyang's expression became even more awkward. He could only squeeze out an insincere smile and nodded.
Chapter completed!