My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Do you understand the joy of finally not having to drag you around to plan this pig teammate?

Take time off to revise the syllabus

Well, I was wrong, I was too full of words during the day.

One day off on the 26th.

I'm going to revise the outline again.

Today's collapsed manga update...

I don't want to say anything anymore...

This manga update disrupted my entire combat power system.

Think of it as what I originally set as a normal Herrscher level. You told me that the actual situation now is five-in-one.

Now I have even put aside the make-up exam and am revising the outline overnight.

I just have one sentence now.

Grass!he!Meow!of!M flicker!

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At this time, the headquarters of destiny.

The decoration of the bishop's office was as gorgeous as ever. It was morning, and the light-yellow curtains were rolled by the window soothingly, dyeing the penetrating sunlight a little golden.The decoration in the office is majestic and rich, with gorgeous coats of arms adorning various corners, and it is full of medieval style except for not using the stained glass with poor light transmission.

If you ignore those very modern virtual light screens and mechanical assistants.

Otto looked at the report in his hand, tapped the armrest of the chair with his slender and white fingers, imitating the man's long blond hair from five hundred years ago, hanging down from both sides, his handsome face showed a faint smile. Thinking look.

Behind him, Rita, who had just presented this report in a maid outfit, stood there. This girl with silver-gray hair lowered her head quietly, silently waiting for his answer.

This luxurious and spacious office was silent for a long time, the sound of Otto knocking on the back of the chair stopped, and he threw the documents in his left hand on the table, and looked at Rita in front of him.

"Look at this document."

The girl remained silent, opened the urgent document respectfully with both hands, and read it quickly with the speed she had trained in reading documents all the year round.

After a while, she closed the file again, put it back on the table, and continued to remain silent.

Because Otto just let her watch, and didn't let her express any opinions.

Sitting there, Otto also seemed to have some headaches from the girl's appearance, and the fingers that had stopped began to tap again, making a slightly irritating clicking sound.

"What do you think of Nicholas Bu's situation?" Seeing that the girl had no intention of speaking, Otto could only ask himself.

The girl was silent for a while, as if she was carefully analyzing and thinking about the answer to this question with her little brain.Then shook his head. "I have no idea."

Otto raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you know?"

"Analyze from the information in the document." After hearing Otto's question, the girl continued. "The current situation is that we designed the current situation, and reached a tacit consensus with the anti-entropy people, and introduced the people from the Far East Branch and Nicholas into our design circle...the only information I can get is this."

"So if the bishop's question is [What do you think of Nicholas Bu's situation?]" She raised her head and looked at Otto with the eye not covered by her hair, but quickly lowered her head again.

"Then my answer is, I don't know."

"You guys, I still don't know that guy Nicholas too well." Hearing what Rita said, Otto laughed softly.

Mentioning that man, his slightly slender lips curled up slightly, and the smile on his face, which was slightly pale because of being too fair, was full of sunshine.

"That guy is much more cunning than you imagined. All actions against him must be dealt with as a trick he set up."

Rita was puzzled.

"That guy Nicholas likes to talk nonsense casually, and he often says weird things." Otto took a sip from the wine glass, his taste buds were stimulated by the slightly astringent taste, and the blood vessels on his face dilated under the stimulation of alcohol. There was a faint flush, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"But occasionally when I am serious, I will say some very reasonable things."

"There is a saying that he said." He shook the glass, and the bright red liquid in the transparent glass swayed gently with his movements, reflecting a dreamlike arc under the light.

"Well, let me think about it...[It's up to people to plan things, and God to make things happen. I found that the more scheming people are, the more they will fail in unexpected things, so the layout has no future, only recklessness can make it happen. It’s the last word]. Yes, that’s what he said.”

When he said this, he didn't intentionally imitate that man's tone, but when he said it in his usual elegant, calm and cold voice, it was displayed in Rita's eyes. His eyes were filled with a strange sense of disobedience, like a clown who sneered at the whole world.

"The second half of this sentence is undoubtedly bad, so don't think about it." Otto said: "But the first half is quite interesting."

"Humans are not machines, but even if they are machines, no matter how cold and rational they are, and how much data they have, it is impossible to observe all the information in this world and clarify all the variables."

"So there will always be variables in this world, and there will always be unexpected things, so when you arrange the plan, you must leave room for maneuvering and turnover. The more sophisticated the plan, the lower the error tolerance rate , and more likely to fail.”

Otto looked at the girl in front of him, and said with a light smile, "So the key to breaking the game and countering is to find information that the opponent has never grasped, and then make good use of this information."

"As for how to judge whether the other party has the information and how to make good use of the information, that depends on the ability of the decision maker."

He put down his glass and shook his head, "There is no doubt that our Nicholas is the best person in the world in this respect."

Rita remained silent, without words or expressions, as if she had nothing to say about what he just said, not even an opinion.

"Come on, Rita, sit down." He raised his hand to signal the girl to sit in front of his desk.But it was empty there, and there were no stools or anything like that.

So Rita moved a seat from the side wall and sat across from Otto.

Otto watched the girl sit down, and then continued, "Didn't you always want to know about this man's past? You used a lot of permissions to check a lot of information. In the end, you didn't get any useful clues?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Bishop." The girl admitted frankly, and did not try to hide anything.