Chapter 119: Seno: Judgment...
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"Okay, the elemental power has been attached successfully. Now mix the sweet flower pollen with the fire-attribute cheat flower pollen, and then bring the petri dish to the experimental bed for later use..."
After Harold finished speaking, he drank a sip of tea comfortably, flipping through his own experimental notes while occasionally looking up to confirm Dishia's operating procedures.
He watched as Dixia carefully pollinated the three deceitful flowers according to his instructions, and then skillfully cleaned the experimental equipment in preparation for the next experiment.
Harold couldn't help but sigh in his heart, finally understanding my mentor's mentality back then, this feeling is really great.
It's a pity that the relationship between me and the mercenary lady is now a temporary employment relationship based on Mora. Only after I graduate can the limited-time experience card become permanently valid.
Dixia carefully completed the hybridization experiment of the Pianpian flower and the Tiantian flower, and immediately began to attach the fire element to the newly screened mint flower pollen, and then repeated the previous operation to pollinate and bag the remaining two female plants.
After finishing all this, Dixia wiped her forehead, took a long breath, and said to Harold with a smile: "I'm done."
"You did a great job, Miss Dixia. This hybridization experiment should have a higher success rate than the hybridization of the cheating flower." Harold stood up and checked the condition of several female plants with a small flashlight, then said happily, "The condition of the female plants is very stable. I look forward to seeing the results within a month."
After Harold finished speaking, Dixia was silent for a moment and gave a different opinion:
"...But I think the success rate of hybridization might be higher. Well, I don't mean to question your judgment. This is just based on my personal feeling."
"Well... why did Miss Dixia say that?" Harold used a declarative sentence. He could roughly guess what Dixia was thinking, but he still wanted to hear how she would respond.
"Because when I attached elemental power to these two kinds of pollen, I couldn't judge whether I had crossed the boundary or not based on the elemental reaction," Dixia said, raising her hand and staring blankly at the lines on her palm.
"...It's like I answered a question but didn't get timely feedback. I felt a little empty when I thought I would have to wait at least half a month to get the answer I wanted from the state of the mother copy."
Harold nodded. "I understand. I also have this feeling when I conduct experiments myself. If I practice more, this feeling will gradually fade away."
So hurry up and apply to join my team, Harold added silently in his mind.
"Our monster and plant hybridization experiments have come to an end for the time being. If we want to conduct similar experiments again, we will have to wait until April next year. Senior Seno, the new 'Grand Disciplinary Officer', I haven't done anything out of line, right?" Harold looked at the silver-haired boy who was sitting aside and watching the entire experiment process.
It took him only six months to become the leader of the Disciplinary Officers, putting on the clothes that all Genshin Impact players are extremely familiar with and wearing a dog head.
Although Nafis said that there would be a disciplinary officer to supervise my experiment, I didn't expect the Church to directly send the head of the disciplinary officer. Harold glanced at Senor again, then relaxed and picked up the cold tea.
Dixia also cast an undisguised, curious look at Seno. It was the first time she saw a desert man in the disciplinary officers' team, a desert man who looked young and rather thin, but he just sat there quietly, and she could feel the sense of oppression from him.
Very strong, but I will never lose to him. The mercenary's intuition made Dixia come to this conclusion immediately.
"Well, not today, but I will follow up on the progress of your experiment, Harold." Seno said calmly.
After a pause, he said, "Do you want to know why I called you Harold (another translation of Harold) today?"
"I don't want to think about it for now. I still have to record today's data, Senior Seno." Haroldt's mouth twitched and he began to drive people away.
"Okay," Senor nodded, still talking to himself, "In case you don't understand, I'll explain it briefly, because I want you to always be Harold, not Haro - then there will be no 'De'."
Harold: ...
you...
Desiya:?
What is he saying?
He was clearly using the common language of Xumi, so why couldn’t I understand a word he said?
"Isn't it funny?" asked Seno.
Harold: ...
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would never have thought that his unremarkable name could lead to so many jokes.
"...very creative. As expected of Senior Seno, you can easily come up with jokes that others can't think of." Harold said against his will.
Then, he took a sip of tea to calm down. Forget it, since Seno even had the leisure to tell jokes, then he had passed this experimental inspection.
Senor nodded with satisfaction: "Until the end of your experiment, the Ministry of Discipline will send a disciplinary officer here. It may not be me next time. You should be careful not to do anything that violates the Ministry of Discipline."
He glanced at Dishia, who also had wheat-colored skin, and immediately retracted his gaze, reminding Harold:
"If another discipline officer comes next time, you'd better complete the other experimental steps except the pollen treatment by yourself, otherwise you may have to spend more time dealing with some trivial matters that annoy you later."
Harold thanked Seno for his warning, sent him away, and began to record new data.
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Xumi City, inside Zubair Theater
"Nilu, this is my newly altered costume. Try it on and see if it fits you." Ricardo, a plump, dark-skinned middle-aged woman, smiled and held out a set of clothes covered with gorgeous gold ornaments and said to Nilu.
"Is this the costume for the Queen of the Desert in the opera? Madame Ricard made it so quickly?" Nilu, who had just finished a dance and was leaning against the wall to take a rest, said in surprise.
"Yes, fortunately there is the atlas provided by Mr. Gasani, otherwise I would not know what kind of clothes the Queen of the Desert wore a hundred years ago, and I could only imagine it based on the mercenaries' clothes." Ricard smiled gently and handed over the clothes.
Gasani pushed his monocle and said proudly, "Before I joined the theater, I was always exploring the true meaning of art, so I bought some paper books at a high price. You see, no matter what kind of art it is, it will come in handy at some point."
Nilu smiled and nodded, then took a stack of clothes from Rikard. In addition to dresses, there were also veils, shawls, and accessories.
The moment the fabric touched her skin, she immediately felt the weight of the metal, the light texture of the gauze, and the softness and smoothness of the silk fabric. She could imagine that when she put on this dress and danced, the accessories would "jingle" with her movements, accompanying her in a special way. The silk and gauze would glitter in the sunlight, turning her into the focus of the stage.
This imagination made her ears redden slightly, and she hurriedly whispered: "...I'll try it."
Then he hurried to the theater's changing room.
A quarter of an hour later, she came out. The veil adorned with ornaments and the big earrings with gems (glass imitations) made her head feel a little heavy, which she, who had an excellent sense of balance, could not adapt to immediately, so she walked slowly, which made it easier for other members of the troupe to appreciate her new look.
The pretty red-haired girl had several strings of silver ornaments carved with intricate patterns and dotted with a large number of pearls around her neck, and more than thirty extremely thin silver bracelets on her arms, but upon closer inspection, they followed a certain variation in thickness. Her slender fingers wore jewel rings, and her feet were bare, with several silver chains hanging on them.
The layout of these accessories seems fragmented and disorganized, but as long as you zoom out, you can find that these priceless accessories are just embellishments on the light yellow veil and dress, and are a foil to the hostess's beauty. Their existence is to highlight the hostess's elegance and luxury.
As the one who modifies the clothes, prop master Ricard was also so amazed that she was speechless when she saw Nilu appear. Three seconds later, she sighed: "...Nilu, she is so beautiful!"
"...Mrs. Ricard's cooking skills are great." Nilu's face turned red.
"It's more suitable than I thought. Could it be that Nilu is really a princess who ran away from the desert?" Gasani joked.
"Not bad," Zubair looked Nilu up and down and commented with the eyes of a playwright, "It seems that the heroine of the opera can be decided."
"Mom, I want to wear clothes like that too..." Ricardo's six-year-old daughter, Abe, pulled at her mother's clothes and asked with wide eyes, "...Will I look as good in them as Sister Nilu?"
"I want to, too," the little boy Thorin pulled the other side of his mother's clothes, looked at Nilu for a while, then looked at his mother, and said in an expectant tone, "Mom, can I try it too?"
Ricard's heart softened, and he leaned over to stroke the heads of the two children: "But the clothes that Sister Nilu is wearing were made by mommy specifically for Sister Nilu. They belong to Sister Nilu."
Seeing the two children showing some disappointment, she smiled and said, "Wait two more days. When mom is free, I will make a set for each of you. Abe wants the yellow one, and Thorin wants the blue one. Then you can wear the same clothes as sister Nilu and dance with her."
"really?"
"Great!"
Both children cried out in surprise.
But after Thorin yelled, he said in a low voice, "...Can I not wear blue? I also want the same yellow clothes as my sister. Sister Nilu looks very good in yellow."
Ricardo pinched his son's nose lightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, let's make them all yellow."
“But we still need some other actors, the king, the prince, the guards… We don’t have enough staff in the theater,” said Zubair.
"Are you going to recruit more members, Mr. Zubair?" Ghassani asked.
"Well, in addition to the opera, we will also add poetry drama performances. We need to recruit ten actors to barely meet the demand, and we also need to recruit some more logistics staff," said Zubair.
"Since we are going to perform a work from the desert, let's find some mercenaries who are good at dancing and singing and ask them if they are willing to join our theater."