My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"..."

However, the only audience present was just listening silently. It was rare that Otto was interested in explaining, so she would not be so ignorant as to bother him.

"From the first generation of basic armor that is basically used for industrial purposes, such as a certain mine █, and a certain mine ███. To the second generation, it is generally listed as the Valkyrie in active service, and the real standard that can be mass-produced Armor, such as [Field-shaped · White training] and [Pulse-shaped · Crimson] armor. Then to the third generation, it can only be produced in small quantities, and it is specialized in a certain aspect on the basis of the second-generation armor Or loaded with the latest technology, the third-generation armor that has improved the overall performance by leaps and bounds. And finally, even now there are only three designs and two finished products. Even if the research is done and resources are exhausted, only one can be produced. The fourth-generation armor of the God-killing series. All of them have consumed an extremely large amount of resources from the destiny."

"Normal research on Valkyrie armor should first be proposed by a certain research room, and then submitted to the headquarters for discussion and research for improvement. After the research is considered feasible, it will be classified into the technical points that need to be overcome, and these The technical points are distributed to the research rooms of each branch according to the projects that each department is good at. If these technical points are finally overcome, then the armor can enter production. If there are technical points that cannot be overcome, then a secondary design is required .If there are still problems that cannot be solved in the end, then they can only be scrapped.”

"The armor uploaded to Kallen's fantasy series is of this type."

"As I said, almost every Valkyrie armor is a finished product that has been developed with the entire scientific and technological strength of the destiny. The research laboratory under the branch is only a part of the destiny laboratory after all, and the scientific and technological strength is definitely not enough to carry out this. kind of research and development. Not to mention..."

Otto pointed to the papers in his hand.

"He chose the design of the fourth-generation armor that has the most technical problems, the most core contradictions, and the least possible realization in the entire series."

Otto smiled softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

"So you mean..." Rita asked softly.

"No approval?"

"No? Of course, why not?" Otto picked up the brush on the table and signed his name on the document.

"No one will approve this plan, but if it is submitted by the Far East Branch, then it will definitely be approved. After all, that guy is now staying in the Far East Branch in peace."

Otto sighed with a chuckle, then suddenly turned his head and said to the girl beside him. "It's the one you've been thinking about killing."

The silver-haired girl still lowered her head, expressionless.But her breathing became a little faster, and the fingers hanging on both sides trembled slightly.

"Since he has proved that even if he is alone, he can do better than all the researchers of the entire destiny combined, so why can't he do it a second time."

Otto handed the signed document to the girl in front of him.

"As for the things that happened to the two of you back then, don't get too entangled. He should still be your teacher. For hundreds of years, the bishops directly subordinate to the Valkyrie have been tasked with chasing and killing him, but in fact You don't have the ability to kill him at all, and he and I are very clear about this. The reason why you are sent on this task is nothing more than to let him teach and train you. For hundreds of years, every generation of bishops directly under the Valkyrie has been in fact and He has a teacher-student friendship, which is also the tacit understanding between me and him."

"..."

The girl was silent for a moment, bowed to Otto, turned and walked outside.

"I actually know what happened to you back then." Otto picked up the wine on the table and took a sip.

"Although it's a bit strange to say that, there is still no conclusion as to whether he did that thing or not. That guy Nicholas is indeed a bit wicked, but that guy's bottom line is higher than you think."

Having said this, he seemed to have lost the interest to continue talking, and waved his hand without even looking at the girl.

"Go down."

"……Yes"

The girl was silent for another moment, then turned around and bowed again, then turned and left.

There was a soft "click" on the door of the bishop's office.

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When Fu Hua walked in, Gong Ming was standing by the table writing.

The reason why he used the verb to stand was because he was rarely busy with his seemingly endless work, but was writing big characters with a brush in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Fu Hua couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise, walked to Gong Ming's side, leaned down, and looked at the words in his pen.

From Fu Hua's point of view, Gong Ming's level is far from that of a great master, even if he is not even a celebrity, it can only be said that he still has a bit of character, and between the lines, there is also a bit of delicate and timeless charm.

On the contrary, some of the works written by many old people who are at home after they get old in this era can be regarded as "good" by the standards of ordinary people.

"Your handwriting has regressed a lot." Fu Hua looked at it, shook his head and said. "Compared to the letters you and I communicated back then, it can be said that there is a big setback."

After Gong Ming finished writing the last word, when he heard Fu Hua's words, he turned his body and smiled lightly at the girl beside him, shaking his head.

"Knowledge in industry is based on diligence, waste on sparse, like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. This is the same principle in the world." He picked up the pen and put it on the shelf beside him.

"When you and I were communicating, this writing brush was still our common thing. But so many years have passed, and in recent years, I have a lot of chores, and I rarely have time to do such things. It's not surprising that it was abandoned."

"A regress is a regress." Fu Hua said with a frown, "After all that, I'm still making excuses for myself."

"You..." Gong Ming laughed.

"I'm just making excuses, why are you so strict. If you are always so rigid, it would be too boring."

"Martial arts don't need interest, how to improve is the only requirement." Fu Hua just said calmly,

"Okay, okay." Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders. "You are what you say, anyway, you are the biggest."

"Come." He picked up the piece of paper that was just finished writing on the table, and said to the girl in front of him, "Help me see how it's written."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Fu Hua glanced at him first, then looked at the paper in his hand, parted his red lips, and read the words on it softly.

"The west wind blows the waves of the old Dongting, and the king of Xiang has white hair all night. After being drunk, he doesn't know he is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy."

Her voice was never light and melodious like a girl with her appearance, but from a girl's point of view, it was a bit heavy.But there is also her own heroism in the words, which also has a special charm.

"How is it? Is it well written?" Gong Ming laughed. "I wrote it."

Fu Hua looked at those few lines, chewed for a while, and nodded slightly. "Um."

However, Gong Ming was stunned when he saw the girl. "Just hum for a moment?"

"Otherwise, what else should I do?" Fu Hua looked at him, blinked and said.