[The largest virtual reality world in the Clock Tower has been closed to the public due to suspected network intrusion! 】
No?
[Monarch El-Melloi II, a well-known lecturer in the Clock Tower, said: This criminal network intrusion may be the same group as the group that attacked the London Clock Tower]
No?
[The cracking team peeks into other world information? The shadow of the Chaos Dragon Beast is glimpsed in the virtual reality world of Chaldea]
No?
This is unreasonable...
"..." Bourbon sat upright in the chair and ate his breakfast in a strict manner, but his eyes were always staring at the trainer opposite who was touching the air.
Unlike the two companions beside her, who devoured their breakfast with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, and then ran back to their respective bedrooms on the second floor with a pace that clearly looked extremely tired and heavy, but not slow at all. .
Recently, Tako and Chaza were in this state when they were woken up to eat. They were exhausted due to the increased intensity of training and staying up late. Their dulled senses were only intuitive and keen on the desire for bed.
Bourbon, on the other hand, was still eating at a normal speed while staring at the trainer.
This move did not prevent her breakfast process from running normally, but looking at the trainer's unabashedly troubled expression would affect her efficiency after all.
"Master."
"Um?"
Omer met Omo's eyes after he had opened the light screen. There was concern that he could understand in those clear blue eyes, which also made him come back to his senses and smile a little sheepishly.
"Sorry, there's a little problem."
"Small problem?" Bourbon still looked at him, his eyes always clear.
This might be called a gaze. The long-maroon-haired Ma Niang didn't say much, but there was already a hint of questioning.
Homais often found Bourbon to be an excellent sparring partner, allowing him to become more refined in his observation of micro-expressions and his perception of emotions.
Students in the Department of Psychiatry especially require the latter talent, which is also the natural threshold for the Department of Psychiatry.
There are many people in this world whose atmosphere and eyesight are dull, and such people will probably need a sparring partner like Bourbon.
Of course, the premise is that they can persevere.
Of course, Omer is not them. For Omer, the difficulty in communication is not the difficulty, but the interest - are you special?
He is a patient observer. He can tolerate the expressionless cyber horse girl below, the proud and willful researcher horse girl, and even the well-behaved but dull psychic horse lady who often hangs with ghosts. .
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Before that, there were netizens like Akane Shinjo who had very special interests and hobbies and a lot of riddles when communicating online, and time traveler friends like Bize who always had wild imaginations and had considerable estrangement and generation gap with the locals.
These people are very special, and it is difficult to associate them with the label of 'public'.
Its very existence is excellent observation material.
And for this kind of existence that can refresh the social circle, he is always very patient and almost tolerant.
Often ridiculed as a brother-father-son relationship, or referred to as a male mother's care, this is a critical gaze that never leaves.
And about this... most of the girls in this room know it.
after all……
When it comes to the awareness and perception of emotions, there is probably no weak person here.
When everyone is a problem person, it means there are no problem people.
But because of this, occasionally there will be situations where Bourbon is so clear-cut.
The cybernetic horse girl's thinking is to type in instructions and calculate the results, which must be direct.
Instead of saying it thoroughly, it was the result of her recent training, thinking, and changes.
In the face of such progress, perhaps it should also be rewarded.
"It's really a small problem," he raised his hand and swiped the light screen on the side again, his eyes quickly passing over it, Omo smiled again, "But you may be able to help me solve it, so you are willing to help me What? The Bourbons."
"Correction, Master shouldn't ask questions like this."
"What should I say?"
"Demo..." Bourbon said, thinking for a moment, and then put down the tableware.
After a slight fake cough or clearing the throat, he immediately raised his arm and suddenly drew a horizontal arc: "Help me! Bourbon!"
The high pitch of his voice and the calmness of his face were probably a failed imitation, which made Omo stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "Okay, of course, but if you want to imitate, I still don't recommend it. Imitate the cadre from the Carrot Company."
"That cadre's design prototype was probably based on that 'Overlord'. The difficulty of learning is too high. In comparison, the threshold for imitation by the hostess in your dormitory is lower."
"It has been marked, replacing the previous instruction."
"Ah, that's not necessary." Seeing the other party pick up the knife and fork again and become serious again, Homais smiled and shook his head, "If you ask me to say it, I would rather Bourbon express himself in his own style. idea.”
"My own style..." Bourbon thought for a moment and then said, "It has been activated and is waiting for the master's instructions."
"Just...asking a question, shouldn't it be a master's degree?"
She suddenly discovered that the subject of the topic had been changed at some point.
"I'll learn..." Omer shook his head and smiled, "I think what you want is just a positive invitation, so I won't learn either of the above. I just say, come and help me after dinner, Bourbon."
"Which destination should I set? Master, can I run instead of taking the bus, or apply for the back seat of your motorcycle?"
"I'm afraid not, since we don't have to go out this time."
"Understood, the master's teleportation function."
"Don't think of me as a mechanical tool. It's not a teleportation device, it's a deep immersion device."
"Eh?"
——
"Are you sure she can help?"
"uncertain."
"you……"
"Whether she can help or not, if she wants to help, just give her a chance. It just so happens that I have the confidence to protect her in cyberspace."
"Then have you ever thought about Chaldea denying your visit?"
"No reason."
"I think there is no reason to accept it. You didn't even contact the little girl and the big goblin."
Gray and Morgan, Morrison's name for the latter can be described as simple and direct - a large goblin the same size as a human, or a big goblin for short.
Sounds a lot like Lake of Mist Vietcong.
It was now after breakfast, Bourbon took on the task of washing the dishes on his own, while Homais went upstairs in advance to adjust the equipment.
He has two head-mounted deep immersion devices, but one of them belongs to Morrison. The relics of the electronic ghost do not need to be burned, and there is no need to clean up the contents on his behalf.
But it’s also necessary to take measures according to local conditions.
It was during this process that Morrison kept chatting with him.
"Because I think Chaldea itself needs an insider."
"Are you claiming to be an insider again? You used to look like subway emoticons when you read the news."
"Because I don't understand why the multi-angle reports at the same time didn't mention the super agent."
"Do you understand now?"
"Now that I think of a possibility, they don't understand it either."
