Mr. Penguin looked like he was in a completely...speechless state?
"What kind of poor relative are you? Why do you always beg for food every time we meet?!!"
"Ang ang ang, I am just a poor relative, so what? Do you need me to sing a lotus song for you?"
The officer crossed his arms and spoke very naturally, looking exactly like a shameless poor relative... a poor and tyrannical one at that.
Lotus Fall...
Bronya didn't understand what that was.
However, looking at Mr. Penguin, whose blood pressure seemed to be high, he seemed to understand that this was not a particularly good word, so he grabbed the corner of Russell's coat.
"That...actually, you don't have to do that."
she said.
It is common sense that there is no need for the sergeant to quarrel with other sergeants over a small soldier.
only--
"My things must be dressed up beautifully."
He rubbed his face and said.
Want to dress up nicely?
I have never heard of any instructions.
It's really strange.
The little girl thought.
But, although it sounds strange, it sounds good?
"By the way, did you faint due to low blood sugar?"
"Would you like some dessert?"
It seemed like he remembered something again.
The man asked again.
Dessert?
What it is?
Bronya didn't understand all this, but her desire for sugar made her nod instinctively.
The officer looked at Mr. Penguin again.
"Why don't you go get some?"
"Test your mother, do you think I'm from District 13?"
"Take everything from me?"
Mr. Penguin's blood pressure seemed to have gone through the roof.
However, after the officer made a bow-drawing motion, his face suddenly turned cowardly, and he hurriedly put on his custom-made clothes, dressed up as a human being, and went out.
Soon.
I brought back a snack basket that looked quite exquisite.
In the basket was a pot of black tea, a piece of tiramisu, a box of finger biscuits, a few macarons, and some blueberries, blackberries and cherries.
It is really full of petty bourgeoisie sentiment.
Then a few packages that looked like they were wrapped in clothes were thrown over... They must be the clothes that the superior asked for for himself.
"What about mine?"
The officer was surprised, because everything here is only for one person.
"What are you eating? Just smell it and it's almost done."
The penguin made an unpleasant sound.
Then, he picked up a special column report for female penguins - for penguins, it might be the Playboy of humans, and lay down on the rocking chair.
"you eat."
The officer said with a look of regret on his face.
He seems to want to eat it too?
The little girl licked the sweetness on her fingertips, suppressed her reluctance, and pushed the basket toward her side.
The officer's mouth seemed to twitch.
"I don't have the habit of snatching food."
"Yo yo yo, you still don't like to snatch?"
These words instantly made the penguin in the rocking chair make a sarcastic sound.
"No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak, you fat goose."
The officer jumped up and kicked Mr. Penguin like a little child. Mr. Penguin then fought back and a fight broke out between the man and the penguin.
Looks like a little kid.
Bronya thought.
She ate the dessert in small bites. The delicate taste made her eyes suddenly brighten. Then, she started eating in big mouthfuls.
Because he ate so quickly, he choked after a while.
"No one's rushing you."
The officer who was fighting with the penguin, holding the penguin with one hand, walked over and patted himself on the back.
"Just eat slowly."
Eat slowly?
For children who grew up in military camps, these words seem a little strange.
But since it's the order from the superior, let's go slower.
She did eat the cake a little slowly.
He ate in small bites, like some kind of greedy little squirrel.
It looks quite cute.
At least it's cuter than the future one who is always bitter and resentful.
Russell picked up the camera and recorded it.
The flash from the camera was a little blinding, causing the girl who was eating blueberries to pause for a moment.
"This is?"
"Take a picture of you to record your growth."
The man spoke casually and pushed the camera in front of him.
what...
Is there any cream on your lips?
Bronya looked at the photo, put her finger on the corner of her mouth to wipe off the cream, and put it in her mouth.
"...there is no future for soldiers, sir."
"Also, sir, you are so kind to me, do you have any dangerous mission to perform?"
Bronya looked up, her eyes clear.
The name Bronya is nice, the quilt is warm, the dessert is delicious, and the clothes have not been put on yet, but I guess they will look good.
only--
The dream of the child who has strayed into the city should come to an end when the rice is ripe.
Soldiers are cheap tools.
The only purpose of temporary maintenance tools is to use them.
I am very happy.
and so--
"Sir, please give the order--"
A strong pain arose in her forehead, and Bronya had to cover her head immediately because of the pain.
in front of you.
The man blew on his fingers like a western gunslinger blowing on his revolver after he had finished firing.
"You are not even as big as a penguin, how can you be of any use?"
He criticized sharply.
"...Repaying or something like that, you can talk about it later."
"But soldiers don't live long."
The girl's voice was very intense, and her eyes, which had always been dull, were now filled with human indignation.
Ahhhh! !
Was Bronya actually this kind of second-rate when she was a child?
Russell was speechless at the look on his face.
This idiot doesn't seem to be very smart.
No wonder I suffer setbacks every day.
"If I die, the food and clothes you gave me will be wasted."
The girl seemed to want to continue persuading Russell and slammed the table.
"It hurts!!"
A finger flicked on her head again, causing her debate to come to a halt again.
"You can survive, and you will definitely be useful to me in the future."
Russell slowly withdrew his hand and spoke to the girl who was covering her head.
Some of the narrow eyes revealed gloom.
"..."
Perhaps frightened by the gloom, the little girl did not rush to argue this time. She just stared at her superior blankly, hesitated for a long time, and then asked.
"Can I grow up?"
"And, can I repay you in the future?"
"of course."
Russell nodded quickly, and this nod was absolutely sincere. Even though the version was innovated madly, to the point where behemoths were everywhere, the Great Lord was worse than a dog, and the God King was also a cjb version, Li Lu still stood at the top of the civil engineering system.
——If you understand it, you can reproduce it. You can even copy some rare equipment from civilization.
Even though Valhalla can be artificially built now, there is still no feeling of a retired version.
He was even the top expert in building Valhalla.
"believe in yourself."
Russell said to Bronya, but Bronya didn't reply.
He just lowered his head and ate in small bites.
It looked as if everything was over.
Russell thought about it, and then prepared to get some more money from the emperor to buy a telephone that could be used in this era, and let Duke Duck meet him in Manchester.
——Although it would be faster if he teleported, he is such a lazy dog that he would never go by himself if others could come.
anyway...
