"This girl …" Xi frowned as she looked at Vicky who was sprawled out on her bed with a satisfied smile.
She did not want to meet Vicky's crew, so she could only let her stay in the battleship and leave when she sobered up.
Also, she wanted to remind Vicky not to get too close to Meg when she sobered up.
Although the man did not look like a bad guy, his position was more important than his personal good and bad when it came to two different worlds.
Vicky's identity was a little special. She had access to things that most federal residents did not have access to in the Buried City, which meant that she was in control of the core secrets of the Buried City.
Although she was also bound by the Buried City's confidentiality rules, Xi could not help but worry if she could abide by the rules given her alcohol tolerance.
"Come … Have another glass! Lord Alex, you're amazing … "Vicky murmured, turned over, and let out a happy squeal.
Xi resisted the urge to take out the recorder and covered Vicky with a thin blanket. She then turned around and left the room for her office.
It was time to write in her daily diary again.
The Observer's Diary:
* * * *, sunny …
…
Meg brought Irina to experience the joy of hunting in the Magical Beast Mountains. The AMR was switched to a silenced mode and they chose some manic magical beasts in the mountains as their targets.
After getting used to a few shots, Irina quickly grasped the flick sniping skill. She locked on to the target, glanced at it, and instantly fired. Her hit rate was close to 100%.
Meg was silent for a long time before he gave her a thumbs up.
Some things were really about talent.
Although he was a man and seemed to be more suited to playing with guns, Irina was way ahead of him in terms of talent.
"It seems pretty simple." Irina put down the AMR in her hand and looked at Meg. She asked, "Is this the standard of most people's first time playing with guns?"
Meg's mouth twitched. This was not the standard of most people's first time playing with guns. This was the declaration of the rise of a female soldier!
"You are very talented when it comes to guns," Meg said with a smile.
"The power of this gun has far exceeded my expectations. If the one using this gun was an ordinary human, as long as he or she had undergone professional training and found a suitable sniping point, he or she would definitely be able to kill an unprepared level-10 powerhouse." Irina looked at the gun in her hand and said solemnly, "The power of the Dungeon is far beyond my expectations."
Meg nodded. "If it was the Dungeon that invaded and not the Specter army, we wouldn't have been able to resist."
Disregarding everything else, just the battleships that they deployed were enough to bring about a high-intensity dimensionality reduction attack to the Norland Continent, not to mention the powerful individual combat prowess enhanced by firearms and mechas.
"Then how do we guard against their invasion?" Irina asked again.
"This … we don't need to think about it for now, because we don't have any way to deal with it." Meg shook his head with a smile. "Don't harbor any enmity towards them for now, and don't treat them as imaginary enemies. Don't even let a fourth person on the Norland Continent know about the existence of the Dungeon other than you, me, and Gina. That will save the Norland Continent from danger.
The Dungeon took the initiative to separate from the Norland Continent, and forced both sides to be separated. We just need to maintain the status quo. "
Irina nodded thoughtfully, seeming to be a lot more at ease.
"Do you want to play for a while more, or go back directly?" Meg asked.
"Let's go back. It's enough to know what this thing is and how powerful it is. But I still prefer direct combat." Irina passed the gun in her hand to Meg.
Meg thought of her holding the foldable chair, and felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.
When they returned to the restaurant, the two of them took a bath together. After a few rounds of fighting, the bed was subjected to unbearable pressure before they fell asleep contentedly.
…
The next day, Meg woke up early. After he was done with the morning business, he went to Hope School.
The main body of the building had been completed, and the exterior and interior decorations were being carried out at the same time.
The best carpenters among the Night Elves made the details of the eaves, railings, and so on lively and interesting. They were as beautiful as works of art.
"Mr. Meg, the construction can be completed tonight. We will remove all the barriers and items overnight. Do you need any help with the placement of the items inside?" the construction team leader asked Meg.
"Thank you for your hard work. I won't trouble you with the placement of the items inside." Meg nodded. The Night Elves' professionalism was on full display when they completed the construction a day earlier.
As for the teaching aids and other things, he had ordered them directly from the system. As long as the site was empty, he could get the system to deliver them to him directly.
At this time, it was best that there was no one around to avoid the trouble of explaining.
Meg didn't wander around the school to avoid disturbing other people's work. However, when he came out of the school, he met a familiar face.
"Mr. Mak, why are you here?!" Vivian greeted him with a smile as if she was looking at a rare guest.
"I'm here to supervise the construction." Meg pointed in the direction of the construction site.
"I heard from Luna that you're going to open a cooking class, and you've even built a comprehensive building for teaching chefs. That's a big deal." Vivian took another step forward, and said with a fawning expression, "Can I attend the class when the time comes?"
"You're going to Hope School too? Isn't that a little overage? "Meg said in surprise.
Vivian stomped her feet angrily. "I'm a teacher! Not a student! "
"Oh, so it's Teacher Vivian." Meg smiled. "You're welcome to attend the class at any time. However, I can't guarantee that you'll understand."
"Don't worry. I'm very talented in cooking. This is recognized in our family." Vivian patted her chest confidently.
Meg didn't quite believe her. After all, Michael was so busy and definitely didn't know how to cook. The mayor's wife also didn't look like a rich lady who knew how to cook. There wasn't much reference value for such a family of three to acknowledge her talent as a chef.
However, if Vivian was interested in attending the class, he naturally wouldn't reject her.
She was a fan, after all. There was no reason for her to be picky.
"Are you here to try out the class today?" Meg changed the topic.
"Oh! I'm here to listen to the class. Oh no, I'm going to be late! " Vivian slapped her head and rushed into the school. She didn't forget to turn around and say to Meg, "Goodbye, Mr. Mak! I'll come over to your house for dinner tonight! "
Meg watched as Vivian, who didn't seem very smart, left. He got on his bicycle and left slowly.
He wasn't in a hurry to return to the restaurant. Instead, he went to the Hill and asked her for a few experienced engineers. He was going to build a mechanical school for Hope School.
Technology made life better, and mechanical technology was going to be the cornerstone.
Meg planned to let some of the children in Hope School come into contact with the cutting-edge technology on the Norland Continent. He wanted them to participate and even have the opportunity to lead some things.
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