Chapter 47
It was obvious that Defoe, who had just walked in, had easily extinguished Verne's rare sentimentality, leaving Verne only able to hold the communicator, half a sigh stuck in his throat, staring blankly at Defoe.
Defoe's parrot, Robinson, perched on Defoe's shoulder and let out a chirping sound that sounded like laughter.
Christie was also silent for a moment on the other end of the communicator. But she still remembered the important matter: "Verne, go and contact Stevenson in a bit, confirm his location and tell him to come back to the assembly as soon as possible—we may need his cooperation for the closing operation."
"Christie, what's wrong with you? Oh, right." Verne asked instinctively at first, but quickly realized, "It would be a little awkward if you contacted Christie."
Robinson, who had been eavesdropping on Verne and Christie's conversation, suddenly started bouncing on Defoe's shoulder, calling out, "Christie! Christie!"
This is a side effect of Defoe teaching Robinson to speak—now Robinson starts repeating the names of the UN members whenever he hears them.
Defoe himself was startled by Robinson: "Ahhh! Robinson, shut up!"
She reached out and grabbed Robinson, but Robinson, whose mouth was not restrained, continued to call out Christie's name relentlessly.
Unable to control Robinson's mouth for a moment, Defoe's expression froze, and his figure suddenly blurred.
In the blink of an eye, Defoe and Robinson Crusoe, whom he was holding, disappeared from Verne's sight.
Jules Verne, who observed all of this with a blank expression, remained silent.
They've even resorted to supernatural abilities?
Christie, who wasn't present but had already guessed what was going on, said: "Defoe and Robinson seem to have plenty of energy."
Verne's face darkened slightly: "These two guys are always so energetic—never mind, I'll contact Stevenson later. Is there anything else?"
“I’ll ring the bell when I board, and then we’ll retreat immediately,” Christie said as she walked toward the Nautilus. But she was so slow that even Vargrave, who was pushing Dante’s sarcophagus, overtook her.
"Tōno Seikiku and Suehō Tetsugō have been severely injured by Shelley. According to Pu Songling, Fukuchi Sakura and Ōka Yeko were beaten up by Don Quixote. However, given that one of them is an old man and the other is usually a young girl, I have reservations about beating them up."
Verne agreed, saying, "Given Don Quixote's personality, he would at most just be knocked unconscious."
“Pu Songling will definitely deliver the finishing blow, so we don’t need to worry about it for now. In other words, the government doesn’t have any high-end combat capabilities that it can currently offer.”
“Ordinary soldiers... as long as they still remember even a little bit about you, Christie, they won’t send ordinary soldiers. So the government can forget about it for now.”
Faced with a fully unfolded "no one survives," any tactic based on numbers is utter nonsense.
As long as the infamy of the "angel of death" has not faded and government officials are even slightly more intelligent than the mentally disabled, the government is unlikely to do something as idiotic as sending soldiers to their deaths.
Dante's words are a reserved tactic and are not included in the general comparison of combat strength.
"As for the remaining forces in Yokohama... two members of the Armed Detective Agency were taken care of by Louis and Shelley. As for the Port Mafia, this place is quite far from their main control area, so they probably won't send anyone over anytime soon."
Verne let out two cold laughs, which even startled Defoe, who had just been transferred back. "Then the problem is probably the machinery."
It's probably something like bombing; judging from the extent of the damage caused by the UN, warplanes might already be on their way.
Oh, they came here once before, but Barry, who was freed up later, took them down with the help of the Nautilus.
After that, it will most likely be large-scale weapons of war. I have some doubts about whether government agencies will move these over.
"Christie, hurry up and come here. I'll pilot the Nautilus and get out of here as quickly as possible. Let's not stay here and become targets."
Christie responded with a reply, and then the communication was disconnected almost simultaneously.
Verne, holding the communicator and preparing to speak with Stevenson, muttered subconsciously, "Christie really did 'guess' the whole conversation..."
Christie spoke almost immediately after Verne finished speaking, which, given her habit, meant she had already guessed what Verne was going to say and estimated the time it would take for him to finish his sentence based on his speaking speed.
Verne even suspected that Christie had guessed the "accident" of Defoe's sudden use of his powers. After all, the timing of Christie's opening of the phone call was just too perfect.
"That seems so exaggerated..."
Defoe looked somewhat incredulous.
"What's so exaggerated about it? I already made it clear you were there when I was talking to you earlier. Robinson's 'laughter' made Christie not even need to guess whether Robinson and you had separated. Besides, everyone in the UN knows Robinson's habit—Christie must have thought all of this out the moment I said 'Christie.' So all she had to do was predict my reaction. It was actually quite simple."
Verne shrugged at Defoe. "Now do you think it's no big deal?"
Defoe shook his head in horror: "It's even more terrifying!"
In an instant, I figured out what kind of monster this was!
Seeing Defoe's "overreaction," Verne, in a pretentious tone, began to concentrate on adjusting the communicator.
The communication was quickly established, and Stevenson's voice came through the communicator.
"Hello? Christie?"
Yes, judging from the tone, it's Louis now.
Louise is not as easy to communicate with as Robert. Verne secretly marked himself with an X in his mind. He was having bad luck today.
"It is I, Jules Verne."
Louis's voice was slightly muffled, as if he had just swallowed something.
"Was it Verne? Did Christie not call again because she thought it would be awkward?"
“This isn’t a phone call. Never mind, there’s no point in talking to you about it.” Verne, who had always had a bit of a disagreement with Louis, frowned subconsciously. “Where are you now? We’ve finished here and are getting ready to do the finishing touches—we need your help. Give us your address and we’ll come find you.”
"Hmm? No, I don't even know where I am. I'll contact you when I find the landmark."
This time I heard it clearly; Louis was obviously chewing on something.
Verne couldn't help but ask, "Louis, what are you eating?"
"Hmm?" Louis's indistinct voice came through, "I also bought a lot of oden, I'll share some with you guys when I get back."
"Honestly, you have no idea how much trouble it was for me to find an oden shop that was still open and offered takeout. I had to walk several blocks to find this one. The only strange thing is that the owner was wearing a black trench coat and covering himself up so much when he was selling oden from a roadside stall."
Faced with Louis's long rant and the things he'd done, even Verne, who was used to the peculiar thought processes of UN personnel, felt an urge to facepalm: "You spent all that time looking for an oden shop?"
He had even imagined a whole host of possible actions by Stevenson and made a lot of plans, but... as expected, none of his actions could keep up with the wild imagination of a lunatic.
“Of course.” Louis, chewing his food, managed to swallow it down, making his voice slightly more identifiable. “Anyway, I really couldn’t wake Shelley up since her nerves were completely dead, so I can only do what I can.”
"For example, buying Shelley some food or something."
Verne was somewhat speechless, but ultimately said nothing: "Get back to the team quickly."
Louis's answer seemed rather perfunctory.
"Yes, yes, I understand."
Verne didn't say anything more, but simply hung up the call.
Stevenson didn't mind, and instead wandered aimlessly through the streets with a bag of oden in his hand.
"A miracle of life..."
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