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"Captain, isn't it almost time? Why hasn't anyone come to take us there? Didn't the captain tell you that the interrogation would start at seven?"

Bagpipe leaned over to glance at the watch on Horn's wrist and asked.

"...Four more minutes."

Logically speaking, someone should come to guide them.

"Excuse me, is Captain Kelly here? We have an appointment to meet him here."

Now they could only ask the Victorian soldier on duty, but his attitude was the same as everyone else outside, he pretended not to see them.

So his answer this time was the same.

"I am not sure."

"Is there a trial here at seven?"

"I do not know."

Horn was still asking patiently.

"Yesterday afternoon, a local man was arrested on suspicion of smuggling illegal Origin Stone products. Do you know where he is being held?"

"I do not know."

It seemed that he had made up his mind not to tell the horn and bagpipe any information. The Victorian soldier did not even move his eyes throughout the whole process, and there was no change in his expression.

This meant that the Horn, which wanted to obtain information from other sources, received nothing.

"This friend knows nothing about anything."

Bagpipe sighed and spoke.

".............I think the time in Hill County may be different from that in Londinium."

Horn didn't spend time on the problem, but talked to himself.

"Eh, is that true?"

The thick-skinned Bagpipe actually believed what Horn said.

"At least that's true for this Captain Kelly."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Among the three people present, only Bagpipe was amused by the joke, but that did not prevent her laughter from spreading throughout this place where laughter should not be heard.

The meaning of the horn is also very clear. She hopes to gradually reduce the soldier's vigilance through small talk, and the bagpipe is the best actor who can naturally play the role of the conversation partner.

After all, she would feel like the Horn was really chatting with her.

"Be quiet, this is a serious place."

Horn said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, Captain!"

Bagpipe immediately put away his smile and pretended to be serious.

"It just so happens that I need to talk to you about that battle yesterday that didn't really happen."

"Ah? Captain......"

Bagpipe raised his head in surprise, just in time to meet Horn's stern gaze.

Bagpipe quickly lowered her head again, because she knew that when the captain looked at her like that, he was probably going to criticize her.

"Don't think you can get away with this. Let me ask you, why did you rush towards the target when I ordered a retreat?"

"But Captain, didn't you tell the others to retreat? And before we entered the warehouse, you ordered me to capture the suspect alive."

In response to Horn's question, Bagpipe began to explain.

"That was the original order."

"No, Captain, you told me before that orders are orders. At that time, we all thought that the suspect had detonated the bomb, right? My judgment was that I was the only one who had the chance to complete this mission."

After hearing Bagpipe's explanation, Horn couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, it started again. This stubborn guy started to get stuck in a rut.

"If I can block the shock wave, I can save the suspect's life, and you will be safer at the same time... Of course, I'm not questioning your shield, Captain. Last time you saved me from the high-explosive bombing of the Sargon mercenaries, I won't forget it."

"But that's not what I want to say. If, just if, the cargo box contained a real bomb, you might be seriously injured or even lose your life."

Horn continued to speak, carefully looking at the soldiers who were still on guard with the corner of his eye.

His expression did reveal a hint of annoyance, and it seemed that he preferred a quieter environment.

However, this also achieves the purpose of the horn.

"Oh, that's impossible. There weren't any high-quality explosives among the stolen Originium products. Even if someone modified them privately, their power wouldn't exceed the city-breaking bombs we used in actual combat exercises."

After thinking about it, Bagpipe answered.

"Hey, my body can still handle it."

However, this sentence made Horn take it seriously. She originally planned to talk to the soldier again.

"When fighting, don't rely too much on Vaifan's physical fitness. How many times have I told you this?"

Bagpipe didn't actually count the exact number of times for this question, and only tentatively answered, "Five times?"

"At least ten times. I'm sure Mr. Slim has taught you that, too."

"You've taught... right? Ha, ha ha..."

Bagpipe hid her embarrassment with laughter because she hardly listened to any of the teacher's lessons.

Of course, this is only limited to the classroom. If you let her go out of the classroom to practice, she will learn much faster than the average person.

"Your smile has no effect on me. I am your captain, and I am responsible for the safety of everyone under me."

"I'm sorry, Captain."

Bagpipe apologized at the speed of light, and it was a very sincere apology, but wasn't it a bit too much?

"After you go back, you know what to do, right?"

"It's fine for me to run laps, but Captain, can I have dinner after running? Ugh..."

There's no hope, this is the only thing on my mind.

This sentence put the horn into silence, and after a long time he couldn't stop sighing.

"Alas, sometimes I don't know what to do with you, Bagpipe. You are the best soldier under my command. In addition to your excellent combat ability, your persistence in following orders always exceeds expectations."

High emotional intelligence: The persistence in following orders exceeds expectations.

Low emotional intelligence: He is a stubborn person who is determined to complete the task and is stubborn and does not know how to adapt.

"Of course I must! When I was little, my mother always told me, 'A woman in Vaifan must persevere to the end!'"

"It doesn't matter if there are strong winds and heavy rains. If we can't collect all the wheat before it gets soaked, the precious grain will get moldy!"

"But the thing is, I'm not praising you... Never mind, even if I put on a bad face, it's hard for you to change."

Horn has given up preaching to Bagpipe. Is this kind of stubbornness some kind of racial talent? Horn doesn't really understand.

"I've seen many people who glare at themselves and swear in the worst Victorian language. Captain, your face is not fierce enough."

"............Don't eat lunch when you get back."

"Oooooh, stop it!"