Kapitel 411: Chapter 411: Miss MDR Changes Jobs

Speaking was not an option. With a glare from Renault, even MDR's thought of talking back retreated.

Several days had passed since the cruise began, and now the ship was preparing to return.

After all, it was no longer an era where cruise ships were just means of transportation. The passengers were purely here for leisure. After swaying on the sea for a few days, the ship would return to its original port.

As for going back, Renault didn't plan to continue following. Besides, the Dolls at home probably had enough fun by now.

"Aren't you staying a few more days?"

Seeing Renault bidding farewell with RFB and M200, Mrs. Graven wasn't surprised.

After all, Renault was a security contractor, and with such a large ship still in hand, if he didn't take on regular contracts, he probably couldn't even cover maintenance costs.

Of course, Mrs. Graven didn't know that Renault's ship was already halfway into self-sufficiency. There were hardly any maintenance costs involved.

Usually, the only expenses were to satisfy the appetites of the Dolls at home.

Of course, there might be ammunition expenses in the future, but for now, the weapons made from the materials accumulated earlier were enough for their daily use.

And even if they ran out, Renault could just run into the Red Zone and find some abandoned factories to haul back materials. With some disinfection, they could be recycled and reused, much more convenient than the producers in the Safe Green Zone.

"No, there are other things to take care of when I get back. I'll take them to visit when I have the time." Renault rubbed the heads of RFB and M200. M200 had always been obedient, but RFB, surprisingly, was well-behaved today.

"Hehe, that's nice! But as for your identities, I can't do much about it. I don't have many connections here, but I'll keep an eye out. If there's any news, I'll call you."

After exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Graven, Renault took the two back to his ship and steered it in the opposite direction of the cruise ship's current route.

However, as the cruise ship moved farther away and there were no other ships nearby, Renault didn't immediately instruct the ship to take off and return.

Instead, it continued to drift on the sea.

For the T-Dolls, it didn't appear like it had any intentiin of returning to the previous factory area they resided.

"Commander? Aren't we returning now?" M1911 asked strangely after seeing that Renault only adjusted the direction but didn't indicate a takeoff.

"No hurry to go back. Anyways that place doesn't get much sunlight. The weather here is still good, so staying a few more days won't hurt. Besides, it's a good time with the sun out to have MDR paint the ship." Renault replied, picking up the fishing rod he had made in the past few days.

Then, whistling, he picked up a bucket and grabbed a folding chair as he headed out.

With nothing else to do, it was a good opportunity to see if there were any fish in this area. If so, he might get a change of taste for dinner.

"Oh, Commander, are you going fishing?" BM59 asked, puzzled, seeing Renault heading out with the fishing rod and tools, while holding a plush cat in her arms.

"Meow."

Perhaps hearing the word 'fish,' the plush cat blinked its shiny eyes and rubbed its head against BM59's arm.

"Woof woof! If the Commander catches some fish today, you might be in for a treat!" BM59 rubbed the plush cat's head with her forehead. She was somewhat tempted, but she didn't have a fishing rod, and she had never fished before, nor did she know if Renault had any spare fishing rods.

"Let's go to the Commander's workshop. He might make a few more."

Even if he didn't, he might have left the blueprints in the printing device, so they could just get the materials and print them themselves later.

"Let's go! Opportunities like this don't come often! Our previous factory area was always dull, with not even a small fish or shrimp in the sea!" Hearing M1911's words, Nagant Revolver nodded in agreement, pulling M1911 towards Renault's workshop.

...

"Sigh! Why do I have to go on a business trip later? Can't they just let me have some leisure time? Isn't the salary a bit too low?" Stretching lazily, Gentiane sighed helplessly.

"Business trip? Wasn't there a summons sent not long ago? It seems that several commanders from other jurisdictions and bases were summoned, right? AR Team appears to have received the summons much earlier than us." Kalina shook her head.

These days, writing reports was already enough for her.

Fortunately, she didn't have to go on a business trip with Gentiane.

"Is that so?"

"I heard it was Persica..."

"I don't want to hear Persica's name!"

Don't mention Persica to me! That woman's requests are never simple!

"Ah... MDR? Why is she out at sea?"

While Gentiane was refusing to acknowledge Persica's name, Kalina, on the other hand, saw a post on the Griffin anonymous board.

The photo in the post was of a very familiar MDR, after all, this person was quite famous on the Griffin anonymous board, especially since there were two of them.

One was the MDR who stayed at the Griffin headquarters or in some wealthy areas all day, and the other belonged to the MDR under Renault's command. It was said that Renault's MDR and the headquarters' MDR were originally the same person.

But these were irrelevant to the photo she was currently seeing.

In the photo, MDR stood on a deck, with the bright sun overhead and the vast sea behind her.

The only problem was that MDR's expression in the photo looked forced. It was clearly not a voluntary smile.

And she was holding something else in her hand, a long-handled paint roller, with several buckets of paint at her feet.

As for the title of the post?

"Miss MDR becomes a painter today!"

As for the poster, it was anonymous, but it was clear that this post was not made by MDR herself, as MDR never hid her account on the anonymous board.

"Haha! Did she do something naughty again and get sorted out by Renault?" Seeing MDR's current state, Gentiane couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But then she carefully looked at the scenery in the photo. "I envy her. I wonder when we can go on vacation to such sunny places."

As she spoke, Gentiane asked Kalina to scroll through the post. There were several more photos, showing several dolls playing and frolicking on the deck of the ship.

Finally, there was even a photo of Renault sitting on a folding chair, fishing rod in hand, fishing.

"Gah! Clearly, they're also security contractors. Why do they have time to go on vacation?"