After Su Ming had left for a while and Gin had already answered many questions, Lorin finally arrived at the conference room.
She couldn't help it; she had been sleeping, deep in the heart of the United States, far behind the lines, plus the new bed was just too comfortable, trapping her within its sheets.
Just a few days off the frontline, she felt she had completely relaxed, lazing around every day.
The life here was so luxurious, it was like living in a fairy tale, with a beautiful environment and carefree living.
Is this really teaching?
She initially wore her military uniform for a few days but realized that, besides the principal who seemed to always be reading, there were only employees of Wilson Enterprises.
No one here cared about military uniforms nor were there any regulations.
She quickly changed into casual clothes, a fashionable coat from Wilson Enterprises—this was an ordinary person's life.
Lorin adapted quickly, but having nothing to do every day was too boring; she had been eagerly waiting for her students.
She received a call in the middle of the night saying the students were arriving, and she immediately got up, dressed slightly, and rushed out.
However, the teacher's dormitory was far from the Grand Hall, and this academy was just too big. By the time she ran there in heels at the speed of a special agent, the welcome event had clearly been underway for a while.
She didn't see Mr. Wilson, but that was understandable since it was the middle of the night. Why would a big boss personally oversee such matters?
She tidied her hair, put on a smile, and walked in through the door, but when she saw the so-called 'students,' her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
"What are these girls' eyes about? Why do they look like they're considering how to kill me?"
Still, her internal thoughts didn't affect her actions; after all, she was once an SSR special agent.
She also stepped up to the podium, adjusting her skirt and shirt.
"Ladies, this is your teacher Lorin. She's not only responsible for teaching you knowledge but also for managing your daily lives."
"It seems like she hasn't killed anyone?" a young girl below asked.
"Huh?" Lorin grabbed Gin, pulled away the microphone, and softly asked, "What's going on? Where did you recruit them from?"
"It's a long story. I can only say they were rescued from a warlord, and were originally going to be trained as female gladiators."
Gin could only offer a vague explanation for now, as mentioning Leviathan would immediately alert the former SSR agent.
So they were slaves?
Lorin understood. In some parts of the Middle East and Africa, slavery was still prevalent, and some cruel people indeed enjoyed playing with gladiators, continuing the glory of the Roman Empire.
Given that, these girls were quite pitiable.
Seeing the rags and old clothes they were wearing, she couldn't help but feel sad.
If Peggy were here, she might have noticed some clues; after all, the girls wore instructors' clothes, although not military uniforms, some parts still carried the Twelve Palaces insignia.
But Lorin didn't pay attention to that. She completely believed Gin's words, as Gin's kind face looked like a good person at first glance.
"Children, I have indeed never killed anyone, although I know many killing techniques, I don't use them, and you don't have to use them either. Here, you will have comfortable rooms, beautiful clothes, and delicious food, without needing to kill anyone to have them."
Lorin leaned into the microphone, speaking emotionally, looking at them as if looking at lost lambs.
"Then we don't need to sleep with men either, right?" someone raised a hand to ask.
"Oh my God! What kind of place did you live in before? What have they taught you?" Lorin covered her mouth; the girl was too young, how could she ask such questions.
"Ahem, Miss Lorin, it's very late now, we'll discuss this later. Could you please assign accommodations for the children?" Gin cleared his throat, interrupting the topic.
"Oh, alright, Mr. Gin, but where will they stay?"
Lorin scratched her forehead, indeed feeling this topic was better discussed among girls and female teachers. Social norms were still conservative, and it was inappropriate with men present.
"You arrange it yourself, there are still sixty unoccupied dormitory buildings on campus, Mr. Wilson has given you enough permission to use any building here and organize any living arrangements."
Gin directly pulled out a school map and handed it to her, and Hamill just nodded, indicating agreement.
"Hmm..."
Lorin got the school layout for the first time, and the place seemed even larger on paper.
"I'd like to choose this building facing the sea to the east. Here the sunlight is plentiful, less oppressive, and they need to forget their past life."
"Ah, a good choice. Mr. Wilson named that building the Sea View Villa." Gin smiled, looking down at it, even the boss liked it: "Actually I thought you might choose the quieter north near the swamp or the south near the forest... but as I said before, you have enough authority, I won't interfere with the affairs of the academy."
"Thank you. Before taking the children to bed, does the principal have anything to say?"
Mikhail walked straight to the podium and leaned close to the microphone. He had never used such a thing before, and his sleeve rubbed against the microphone, causing a jarring electric noise.
Gin quickly intervened to stop the noise.
Mikhail only said one sentence: "No killing allowed."
Lorin's mouth twitched. What kind of school is this? The students are strange, not to mention the principal is strange too. Why does working here feel more thrilling than being at the SSR?
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Natasha lay on the soft new bed, covered with a new quilt that smelled fragrant.
She still lived with Eva, but this new room was much better than the previous one. Not only were there no handcuffs on the headboard, but there was also a large window with a view of the sea.
The reflection of the moon seemed to sway incessantly, and although ice and snow clung to the cliffs, the room remained warm.
There was a bathroom and a toilet in every dormitory, filled with bottles of various colors, which Natasha still hadn't figured out their purpose.
But it seemed Eva used a thick liquid labeled 'shampoo' to wash both of their bodies today. She was now wrapped in a towel, lying by the window and looking at the ocean outside.
"Nate, are you asleep?"
"No, we woke up recently, and suddenly being without handcuffs feels quite uncomfortable." Natasha stared at the beautiful chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thought.
"I'm watching the ocean, and the moon, it's really fascinating." Eva enthusiastically rubbed her fingers against the glass, tapping on the reflection of the moon.
They had never seen the moon in the Red House, let alone the sea.
Natasha had seen it before, but living so comfortably in a warm place still felt unreal to her.
"We don't have classes tomorrow, it's like we don't know what to do."
Eva pounced onto Natasha's bed, giggling as she tickled her. Their damp red hair almost got tangled together: "Who cares? We're free now, just like you said—good food and we can always be together."
"Teacher Lorin seems different from the chief instructor. She has guns and a military background, but she's more like an ordinary person." Natasha recalled what she had seen before.
"She tried to probe into our past before, but everyone keeps their lips sealed."
Eva absentmindedly played with their hair. They had been trained on pretending to be innocent children, which made Lorin focus more on Dotti and the older kids.
"So, everyone agrees to stick to one story, just like Mr. Gin said, and not mention our past." Natasha hugged Eva and snuggled against her face, feeling much more at ease.
"You were too focused on eating in the cafeteria earlier. Everyone actually discussed using code, and no one would mention the Red House anymore."
Eva also sighed, shifting into a more comfortable position and quietly lying in Natasha's embrace like a big plush toy.
The distant sound of waves gently reached them as they chatted sporadically. Before long, they both fell asleep.
This scene was almost replicated in every dorm room. Here, they finally found a sense of ease, able to sleep with their hands under the covers.
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Su Ming was not in this world at this moment.
He had returned to the Hasbro Universe, but not to the Transformers. Instead, he planned to obtain a Spatial Bag.
There is quite a variety of storage tools to choose from. In fact, the easiest way is to look for the world of "War God" across various universes to see if he can learn the storage technique of the 'Four-Dimensional Chrysanthemum' from Kratos.
Su Ming clearly recalls that no matter what kind of Divine Weapon Kratos had, he could stash it effortlessly and pull it out whenever needed, yet he only wore a pair of shorts...
But that likely pertains to the rules of the world, so it lacks universality.
Thus, traditional storage bags or belts became the primary choice.
Su Ming first considered "World of Warcraft," where all sorts of bags are premium brands. No matter how heavy your gear or large the item, they occupy only 'one slot.'
A traveler's backpack has 16 slots; even if you store all your armor and weapons, there should be room for a few stacks of bread or something.
But there's also a problem. Grenades, flash bombs, concussion grenades, and incendiary bullets aren't the same, not to mention that bullets of different calibers aren't the same.
These bags are great but have their limitations.
Then, there's the DND system bag, generally weight-restriction types.
For example, a Spatial Bag: if it can hold up to 30 pounds of items, regardless of how many types you put inside, as long as the total weight doesn't exceed 30 pounds, it remains limitless.
Su Ming thought for a while and decided to get a few of each type of these bags.
He brought some gold from headquarters and first arrived at the Ferren World.
There are just too many Gods in this world, and breaking through the World Barrier took a lot of effort, even using the Nightfall Greatsword felt like sawing slowly.
He seemed to be mistaken for some Outer Realm Demon or Divine Abomination, and even almost got noticed by Heim.
Medium Divine Power, who knows what level that is, but he wasn't there to destroy the world or fight the Gods. He slipped away with the help of a cloak.
First, he arrived at Deepwater City.