Chapter 207 The calm before the storm

There are a few white clouds floating in the blue sky. I don't know if it is because of the global cooling. Recently, the security environment in the Eighth District has improved a lot, and there is a peaceful atmosphere outside the window.

Putting down the thirty kilogram dumbbell, Moxi, wearing a black tight-fitting sweatshirt, sighed from the bottom of her heart:

"I didn't expect it to be so quiet recently."

On the other side, the nun standing in front of the treadmill wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Moxi with a cute expression:

"Isn't it good to be quiet?"

It has been a week since the captain's meeting. I thought that the Eighth District would be very lively during this period, but what is unexpected is that except for the Imperial Kingdom's approval of a fund, it seems that the current Eighth Team is no different from the previous Eighth Team.

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The quietness Moxi mentioned just now refers not only to the quietness in District 8, but also to the reaction of the senior officials of the Imperial Kingdom.

But as the nun asked, Moxi thought about it and nodded thoughtfully:

"That's right, it's better to be quiet."

After the captain's meeting, Moxi called her father once, but what she didn't expect was that her father, who had always been disgusted with her joining the special fire brigade, actually said on the phone that she would not stay in the eighth brigade.

Good.

This made Moxi detect an unusual smell.

But Moxi did not ask further questions. The reason why she did not want to be a rich girl was because she did not like politics. Instead, she looked at the match rope squadron leader who was paddling in the training room with his back against the wall not far away. A bright light flashed in Moxi's eyes:

"Squadron leader, what are you going to eat tonight?"

The squadron leader raised his head, pushed the frame of the mirror, his expression was as calm as ever:

"How about barbecue? I asked Mioko to save some marinated pork and have kimchi barbecue tonight."

The nun standing on the treadmill was biting the straw at the moment, and as the squadron leader finished speaking, the nun's eyes lit up:

"Squadron leader, can you buy more lettuce? I haven't eaten much vegetables recently."

The squadron leader glanced at the nun. After preliminary calculation of her measurements, he remained as cold-faced and viper as ever: "Vegetables are too expensive. If you want to lose weight, just drink less drinks."

The nun has recently gained weight again, although it is not visible on the surface.

But according to the visual inspection of the Match Rope Squadron Leader, she has gained at least three kilograms, which is why the nuns took the initiative to come to the training room.

Understandably, nuns are not combatants after all.

Moxi, who is also a woman, does not gain weight no matter how much she eats because she trains a lot on weekdays. But the nun is different. She does not exercise much, and the squadron leader cooks delicious food. She can't control her mouth all year round.

Everyone is worried about losing weight.

Facing the squadron leader's ruthless rejection, Moxi rolled her eyes:

"Isn't it? This year's funding is several times that of previous years."

I don't know if it's her imagination, but she seems to have gained a lot of weight due to her relatively comfortable life recently.

She wants to maintain a good figure but does not want to exercise to lose weight, so she also wants to solve this problem through diet.

The reason why I asked for money is because except for green peppers, few vegetables are cheap in the imperial country.

Take lettuce as an example. A pound of lettuce costs 320 yuan, while a pound of ordinary beef only costs 280 yuan.

In the past, the eight districts were financially tight, but it is different now.

Although the funds approved this year are not too much, only above average among the eight special fire brigades, compared with the previous funds that seriously lowered the average, this year's funds are at least four to five times more than in previous years.

But the squadron leader shook his head, closed the notebook, and said seriously:

"Although funds have increased, new players need to be trained, the training room also needs to be renovated, and some infrastructure, such as matchboxes, logistics personnel, and maintenance technicians, all cost money, so it is necessary to save money if you can."

As he said that, the squadron leader seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Moxi specifically: "The newcomers will be here in a while, and I need you to help them with special training."

Moxi curled her lips, looking uninterested: "Is there any reward?"

The squadron leader pushed up his glasses: "The salary will be doubled during the special training period."

Moxi raised her eyelids. Although she was a little more energetic than before, her tone was still a bit perfunctory:

"Oh, is there such a good thing?"

Calculating the time, it will only take these two days for the new members of the eighth team to report.

Although these two newcomers have unlimited potential.

But after all, he is a newcomer and needs the experience of blood and fire.

The Eighth Team has too few members, and the squadron leader seems to be very idle, but in fact, all the matters of the Eighth Team are under his control, so he has no time to train new recruits.

The captain is also not suitable for training newcomers, partly because of his status as captain, and partly because the captain is also very busy.

Even though he doesn't need to deal with large and small matters, cultivation alone takes up most of the captain's life. Moxi knows the importance and understands that all the changes in the eighth team are due to the captain's strength.

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So from the very beginning, she knew that the only one who could train newcomers was herself.

But the problem is that for Moxi, training two newcomers is not as satisfying as letting her fight Homura.

The squadron leader also knew about Moxi's situation, so the next moment, the squadron leader pushed up his glasses and took out his trump card: "After the newcomers are trained, I will arrange a vacation for everyone."

"real?"

Moxi's eyes lit up. She, who had shown little interest just now, was a little more excited now.

You know, since she joined the special fire brigade, she hasn't had a vacation for a long time.

Every day she is either exercising or performing tasks. Although Moxi likes this feeling of growing up, as a young girl, she occasionally wants to go shopping in the mall and buy clothes.

But because there were too few people in the eighth team, Moxi could only suppress this idea.

At this moment, looking at Moxi's hot eyes, the squadron leader coughed lightly: "We didn't have enough manpower before, but now there are new people. It's time to give everyone a holiday."

"Whoosh!" With a sound, Moxi jumped up.

Just like a child who has not grown up, he cheers happily in the training room: "Long live the squadron leader!"

This made the squadron leader look a little helpless, but looking at the happy faces of Moxi and the nun, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth. Looking at the captain sitting quietly next to him, the matchlock squadron leader looked a bit thoughtful.

The invitation said:

"Sakubi, is there anywhere you want to go?"

His eyes opened, and a shocking sharpness flashed in his eyes.

It was astonishingly sharp, as if a blade had swept across it, causing everyone present to have goosebumps.

But after a moment, the sharpness in Qiutun Yingbei's eyes finally disappeared, replaced by calmness, with a thoughtful look on his face. Sitting cross-legged, he patted the non-existent dust on his black shirt:

"I'm not sure, but I should go to Asakusa."

At the same time, next to the train station that links the eight areas of the empire.

On the rooftop of a tall building that looked a little dilapidated, a girl in white robe stood.

Wearing a loose robe, with tender flesh exposed on the shoulders, and a golden crown under the yellow-brown hair.

But the difference is that the normal crown is worn on the top of the head, but the one in front of me wears it on the forehead. It doesn't feel like a crown, but like a pair of blindfolds.

Standing on the high platform, the girl in white robe, who did not feel any danger at all, looked crazy: "Wow~ is this the eighth district? It is as remote and desolate as everyone said."

Behind the girl, a tall man wearing a pair of eye patches, giving people the impression of an old father, his voice was filled with helplessness and nervousness:

"Haumea, be careful, you can easily fall like this."

Haumea, one of the eight pillars of the Preacher organization, her ability is electromagnetic waves, and electromagnetic energy is related to temperature.

Just facing the nervousness of the tall man behind him, the crazy Haumea spoke with a bit of impatience:

"I know, I know, Charon, why are you so long-winded?"

As he spoke, Haumea turned to look at the girl next to him who was wearing a white maid uniform and had light blue hair, with a bit of excitement in his voice:

"Lü, are you ready with what I asked you to prepare?"

The light blue girl nodded, and she elegantly took out five glass bottles filled with red bugs:

"Miss, you are ready."

But Haumea shook her head, with a crazy tone full of fun and ridicule, looking like she was gloating:

"Giggle, I'm not Ritsu's eldest lady. It's so pitiful that Ritsu, as a guardian, hasn't found his own pillar yet."

The ultimate goal of the evangelist is to ignite the world so that the entire world enters the embrace of God.

But the world is not so easy to ignite. Preachers need a button, and this button is the eight pillars.

In order to ensure the safety of each pillar, the Preacher assigned a guardian to each pillar.

This girl is dressed in a maid outfit and has light blue hair - Ritsu.

She is also a guardian, but the pillar she protects has not been born. This is why Haumea says that he is not Ritsu's eldest daughter, because the guardian of Haumea is the old father behind - Charon.

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But facing Haumea's ridicule, Ritsu didn't take it seriously. Her tone was indifferent, like an elegant and decent maid: "I have a hunch that it won't be long before the eldest lady will come back."

Haumea curled her lips, stuck out her tongue cutely, and in a crazy tone, she didn't know whether she was blessing or mocking:

"Then good luck to you."

But Lu ignored it. She looked down at the five bugs struggling in the bottle in front of her, her beautiful eyes showing a bit of creepy tenderness:

"Miss, do you want to start?"

Haumea chuckled. Although her eyes were covered, she could tell from her trembling expression that she was particularly excited at the moment.

Just looking at the train approaching here not far away, Haumea couldn't help but be stunned.
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