Chapter 63
When Romain Rolland uttered the nickname "Little Epic Army," which was clearly given by an "outsider," everyone present immediately turned to look at Pu Songling.
Pu Songling, who suddenly became the center of attention: ...
Beside him, Cervantes, trying to maintain a serious expression, said solemnly, "Just from this nickname, you can tell why this person was asked to come and help..."
Keyword extraction: military, insects.
It is also known that most insects can gnaw on wood fibers, including book pages.
Pu Songling, who was suddenly targeted, said he was innocent.
Verne shrugged and said, "That's normal. After all, among us, the only troublesome supernatural ability is Pu Songling's, which is easy to control."
Compared to self-propelled arsenals, humanoid catastrophes, supersonic vehicles, and instant-death abilities, mobile legions seem easier to counter. All you need to do is find an ability that also has a wide range or can suppress numbers.
The rest are all types of supernatural abilities that are very difficult to counter directly.
That's why Pu Songling was targeted.
“Speaking of which, I have a question.” Vladimir, who had been spacing out from boredom, suddenly snapped back to reality, raising his hand to assert his presence. “How many UN members have had their identities exposed so far?”
Cervantes glanced at Vladimir speechlessly and grumbled, "What's with all this talk about exposure when we've never even discussed covert operations?"
Vladimir, unfazed by the sabotage, retorted confidently.
"These two things are completely different! Even without covert operations, there aren't many eyewitnesses to each operation, are there?"
After all, the witness had already been killed before the operation even began! (Just kidding)
Eliminating all witnesses is the same as having no witnesses at all, which is equivalent to covert operations, isn't it? (Just kidding!)
Vladimir felt his ideas were flawless.
Cervantes was defeated by Vladimir's line of thinking, and he withdrew from the discussion!
The second person to join the discussion was Romain Rolland.
"No, theoretically it should already be completely exposed."
Two members of UN have been confirmed by outsiders: Romain Rolland, known as "The Hundred Faces," and Agatha Christie, known as "The Angel of Death."
In addition, there are six "suspected" members for whom there is no clear evidence: Vladimir Nabokov ("Childhood Love"), Cervantes Savedela ("Stained Silver"), Pu Songling ("The Strange"), Robert Louis Stevenson ("The Doctor"), Mary Shelley ("The White Storm"), and Jules Verne ("Nemo").
In addition to Daniel Defoe, who was used as bait and captured along with Vladimir, and Barry, who may have been witnessed during the rescue, these individuals should be the UN personnel list currently in the possession of the Joint Major Crimes Unit.
Of course, several people were identified during the previous attack on Yokohama, but only these few individuals should be definitively identified.
If they can obtain information from the Port Mafia, Exupéry may also be confirmed.
In other words, after all the calculations, Dante is the only one in UN that may not have been confirmed.
As Romain Rolland listed the names of each event, making Vladimir increasingly dejected, Christie, who was originally drinking tea and watching the show, suddenly added, "If it were Sherlock Holmes and Zhou Shuren, then perhaps even Dante would be confirmed."
"After all, the signs of destruction on 'The Divine Comedy' are quite obvious. Even if Holmes couldn't guess who it was, he could still deduce Dante's abilities without any problem."
Vladimir was so shocked he turned pale, curling up in a ball in his chair: "Everyone's been exposed..."
Barry floated leisurely to the top of Vladimir's head and let out a gloating laugh.
Vladimir, who had been lying dead, sprang up instantly and threw three pearls at Barry.
Barry rose into the air with a grin, while several pearls, as always, became blurred as if shrouded in frosted glass, and along with the light above them, stopped in mid-air.
Following Barry, Exupé glanced at Vladimir and Barry, who were dueling (at least that's what they called a duel), and suddenly turned to Stevenson, who had a very low profile: "Why are Barry and Nabokov always fighting?"
reason?
Because he was standing relatively close, Stevenson, who was being asked the question, looked at the two who were bickering and gave them a tolerant smile: "It's just a difference in ideology, that's the kind of problem."
Barry's worldview is that "children are the most adorable, and they should stay at that age forever, untouched by the corruption of society," a somewhat extreme view.
Vladimir's worldview is simply "How adorable is this little girl!", completely devoid of any profound thought.
Such sordid thoughts were deeply abhorred by Barry, a man of integrity and ideals.
So when Barry first joined the UN with the hopeful expectation of friendly exchange, he chatted for a while with Vladimir, who claimed to particularly agree with the idea of "keeping people in the age of children"... and the two men, whose mental age combined was no more than ten years old, became lifelong enemies from then on.
At first, it was just them occasionally exchanging a few trashy words. However, their conflicts escalated, and now they're at the point where they'll fight at the slightest provocation.
After carefully recalling how the conflict between Barry and Vladimir developed, Louis cleared his throat and began to explain to Exupéry: "Simply put, when two people have different deep-seated pursuits but the same outward behavior, the contrast between expectations and reality will bring intense anger and—oops!"
The last sound Louis made was when Shelley headbutted him.
“So, Louis, couldn’t you have just explained it as a difference in ideologies?” Shelley, who had headbutted Louis and sent him flying, showed no remorse and now stood in front of Louis, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws. “Why are you taking this so seriously in such a boring place!”
"I'm just being serious and pragmatic..."
“You’re serious, but where’s the practicality?” Shelley reached out and lifted Louis, placing him in front of Exupé. “Do you think Exupé can understand any of the words you’ve said?”
Louis, who had been lifted up and then put down, looked at Exupéry, whose eyes were glazed over and whose expression was blank and confused, and fell silent.
I probably, maybe, I should... understood half of the sentence?
Cervantes silently watched the scene unfold before him, then turned to Pu Songling, who was lost in thought beside him: "I remember we were still in a meeting, right?"
So we were having a perfectly good meeting just a moment ago... why did it suddenly turn into complete chaos?
Pu Songling, whose thoughts had been pulled back from Uranus by Cervantes's words, pushed up his glasses and glanced around the chaotic living room.
Looking at the group of "colleagues" in front of him, and concluding that the meeting could no longer continue, Pu Songling calmly took out the large book he carried with him and continued writing.
Cervantes stared blankly at Pu Songling, who was already busy with his own business, and silently peered out to observe Christie and the other two's actions before pulling a comic book out of his pocket.
Roland, Verne, and Christie, who had been seriously discussing the topic, turned their heads with cold expressions to look at the group of people in the living room who were already having a great time.
Well, everyone continued to make a ruckus, oblivious to the tense atmosphere surrounding the three.
Looking at the group of people who showed no remorse, Verne turned to look at Roland and Christie.
"Christie, Roland, fasten your seatbelts."
Roland gave Verne an "OK" sign, took two steps to sit on the seats resembling roller coasters or similar rides on the side of the living room, and quickly installed the safety equipment.
Christie calmly walked to a special car seat—one with an extra layer of soft padding—and sat down.
Looking at Roland and Christie, who were already prepared, and the group of people who were still making a ruckus and oblivious to everything, Verne sneered.
After that, basically everyone who wasn't seriously attending the meeting in the living room was sent to the infirmary by Verne's Rapid Fire Rattlesnake Twelve-Shotgun with a 3600-degree spin.
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