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Alicia's words reminded Wilkin that the imperial female general who followed Maximilian just now is indeed very consistent with the characteristics of the Valkyrie mentioned by Farudio, and Farudio just continued .

"In addition to this relic, there are many traces of the existence of Valkyries in various parts of Europe. In ethnarchaeology, the statement that Valkyries do exist is increasingly recognized..."

After finishing this history in one breath, Farudio showed a smile that he didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or frustrated.

"...The result is that we saw a living Valkyrie just now, but she is our enemy..."

After sorting out his emotions a little bit, Farudio continued to explain.

"In that ancient war, the Valkyrie won the victory, and the defeated Dalukus were scattered all over the continent. The Valkyrie who saved Europe eventually became the savior, and it is still believed in by people today. object."

"In contrast, the Dalukus have become a 'land-burning nation' and have been persecuted for generations. Without land, they are forced to carry out heavy work such as mining Lagunaite mines and oil."

Speaking of this issue, Wilkin immediately thought of Ysera, talking to himself.

"There are still many Dalukus working in industry today because of that."

Alicia, who had a complicated expression, also understood when she thought that Ysera was also from Darkus.

"So that's how it is... So, Ysera and her father are also technicians..."

Farudio, who noticed that the atmosphere had become a little dignified, changed the subject jokingly.

"Okay, this is the end of my special course, let's continue to investigate to see if there are any other clues to tell us why Maximilian and the female general came in."

Afterwards, as if the world line had come to an end, Xiao Yun and An Jie, who were still watching the "live broadcast" through Hanyang's 88 style, were still worried about what would happen if Alicia didn't open the door to change. He accidentally opened the door.

After entering the door, the excited Farudio who walked in the front immediately noticed the inscriptions on the surrounding walls without taking two steps. After stopping to look carefully for a while, Farudio made a shocked sound.

"This! This is...how could..."

Wilkin and Alicia also caught up immediately.

"There is also an inscription here...is there anything written on it?"

However, in the next second, Farudio's answer became a little hesitant.

"A-actually... I can't understand this text..."

Seeing this, An Jie and Xiao Yun heaved a long sigh of relief. The previous actions were really too big. Fortunately, it seems that they have not deviated too far from the original cognition of the plot.

Therefore, An Jie immediately ordered Hanyang to make Type 88.

"Hanyang made Type 88, the task is over, please leave the area as soon as possible and come back."

At the same time, M4A1 and others who have already left the battle have already returned home.

"Executioner, you were injured again this time. Have you done something bad to hide from everyone recently? Since you came here to fight, you are the only one who has been injured."

After arriving home, M16 began to tease the executioner.

"Damn, I'll let you try to fight that woman next time."

"No, I'm not your iron-blooded melee doll."

"Then don't make sarcastic remarks. It's the first time I've seen a human being able to block my slashing with all my strength. Even her strength is stronger than mine. It's not scientific at all..."

While the two were talking, they ran to the bar counter without thinking about anything and started drinking.

On the other side, M4A1 is also chatting with Dandelai.

"Dandre, is that ruin really all useless connections?"

"Yes, I kept all the connection data at that time and double-checked it. It's almost equal to white noise. But you, didn't you scan anything the moment you touched the ball?"

"No...the system didn't give me a chance to scan carefully."

However, the girls were not given too much time for the only son to communicate, An Jie raised her hands and clapped her hands.

"Girls, especially Executioner and M16, don't be in a hurry to drink, there will be a combat summary meeting next..."

Chapter 150 Chapter 140 [-] The Heresy Trial of the Little Lion

Two days later, Wilkin and others, who had finished their operations in the desert, were on their way back to the imperial capital.

At this moment, SAT8 is sitting on the advancing tank, happily swinging its legs and singing an Italian military song "Il Canto Degli Arditi" during World War I.

"Mamma non piangere, C'èl' avanzata..."

Accompanied by cheerful singing, Wilkin also got out of the tank.

After looking around and seeing SAT8 sitting in the back of the car, Wilkin supported his head with his hands while listening to the song and waiting for SAT8 to finish singing.

When the singing ended slowly, Wilkin and the seventh team members around SAT8 applauded her one after another.

SAT8 didn't mind standing up on the tank and saluting to the team members applauding all around.

After the applause slowly ended, Wilkin cleared his throat and spoke to SAT8.

"Miss SAT8, the song is very good, but what I want to ask is... the wreckage of the huge chariot left by the Imperial Army in front of the ruins, is it really not your handwriting?"

SAT8's smile froze instantly. On the way back, Wilkin didn't know how many times he asked this question.

"Ahh! Mr. Wilkin!! How many times have I said that I don't know!!"

And SAT8 was indeed a little annoyed by Wilkin's question, raising his clenched hand and waving in protest.

Regarding this slightly cute move of SAT8, Wilkin remained indifferent and still maintained a skeptical attitude, intending to break the casserole and ask the end.

"But Ms. SAT8... I really can't think of anyone other than you who can destroy that chariot so quickly."

"Ah, Mr. Wilkin is so annoying, I have said so many times that I don't know! What if that thing was hit by a meteorite? Why must we do it! If you pester me like this again, I will go back Report to the company that Ms. M1887 came to change shifts with me! You just look at me so you can talk, right! Yes!! Yes!!!"

Regarding the three consecutive questions of SAT8, Wilkin really didn't dare to pat his chest and say it was wrong.

Because if he was really asked to face M1887 and DP-12, he would not dare to pester him if he wanted the former completely, and the latter would definitely be bypassed by clever detours.

Since the shift between SAT8 and DP-12, it is also a fact that everyone in Team Seven, including Wilkin, has gotten along very well with SAT8.

Compared with DP-12, which is unpredictable and occasionally makes you unexpected, and M1887, which is usually very serious, this SAT8 with a big fluffy golden curly hair is obviously much easier to get along with than the previous two.

As for the stranger name than M1887 and DP-12, no one cares about it anyway.

And compared to the question of the name, SAT8's fluffy blond hair is much more eye-catching. At the beginning, several female members of the seventh team looked at this beautiful blond hair and always thought it was too messy. So after soft foaming and hard grinding, SAT8 agreed to let them help SAT8 tidy up her hair.

But after tidying up, several female team members gave up, because they found that the unkempt hair seemed to have been cast with some unknown curse, and the more they tidied up, the more messy it became.

And another troublesome part is that because the fluffy feel is so good, it is easy to help SAT8 comb and fall asleep with this fluffy hair, even many people with insomnia or mild PTSD The team members all cured their insomnia with the magic power of SAT8 hair.

In short, although the team members have been in contact with SAT8 for a short time, they have gotten along well with SAT8.

And this is, Ysera, who was driving the chariot in the Edelweiss, also helped SAT8.

"...Brother, Miss SAT8 is right, my brother is indeed a little confused..."

Facing that his sister was also on the side of SAT8, Wilkin finally gave up asking.

"Okay...okay...my fault."

When Wilkin was about to retract into the tank, SAT8 walked up quickly, and then stretched out his hand and pressed him into the tank forcefully.

"It hurts! Lightly...lightly...what are you doing, Ms. SAT8!"

However, SAT8 ignored him, just smiled and looked at Ysera who was still driving in the tank.

"Huhu~ It's better for Ysera to be good and wait for my sister to make you pizza."

"Eh?! Then I want the one from last time!"

"Sardonara pizza? OK, I see."

"Huh? Pizza? Got my share?"

When it comes to pizza Wilkin, SAT8 is immediately excited. SAT8 made pizza once when he just came over from the shift. This incident is also one of the reasons why SAT8 quickly integrated into the seventh team.

If the most impressive thing about DP-12 is her pranks and M1887 is the "instructor", then the first reaction of SAT8 to the seventh team is "pizza".

"Not for Mr. Wilkin!"

"Eh????……"

On the side, I don't know when I heard that SAT8 was making pizza again, and the rest of the first team members also gathered around.

"Is Ms. SAT8 going to make pizza again? Yes, after eating Ms. SAT8's pizza last time, now I feel like the military rations are like pig food..."

"Yeah, that taste is absolutely amazing... I've never eaten such a delicious pizza..."

"Besides, the portion of the pizza caters for the appetite of our female team members. The pizza I've eaten before is always very thick..."

While the soldiers surrounding the tank were praising the SAT8, Ysera in the car noticed that her brother seemed absent-minded.

"Brother? What's the matter?"

Regarding Ysera's question, Wilkin just raised his head.

"Am I the only one who likes fruit pizza?"

For a moment, the surrounding air froze.

Wilkin was startled and turned his head towards the direction of the breath, but found that it was SAT8 who had changed from a natural and friendly smile to a "nuclear" smile with veins on his head.

The people around who felt a chill knew that SAT8 was angry now, and it was a particularly angry kind.

Although everyone didn't understand why SAT8 suddenly became angry.

"Then...that...Miss SAT8?"

Wilkin tried to wave slightly at SAT8.

However, in the next second, Wilkin, who was caught off guard, only had a fist the size of a SAT8 casserole left in his field of vision.

“Fruit Pizza Heretics Die!!!”

From then on, the entire Seventh Team knew that Ms. SAT8 was easy to get along with, unless someone offered her a fruit pizza.

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