That evening, Elizabeth unexpectedly saw a warning prompt box popping up in her mind.
Today was originally the day for weekly contact with the master, but the master sent a message and postponed it until tomorrow evening.
Is the master busy with something? Or is it because... there is no new progress on her side?
"Whether it's making friends or being a doll Q-level program with that kind of characteristics, I haven't made any breakthroughs, so Master has nothing to say. Could it be like this..."
Another day passed, and Elizabeth received the news again that it had been postponed again, and it would be tomorrow night again.
Now she was really a little ashamed and wanted to defend herself, but it wasn't like there was no progress at all.
She has met some people on the streets with different personalities and stories, such as the studious and handsome Angel, and Lorna Lude, and she has become acquainted with them.
Friends need time to accumulate and develop, and a week is really not enough.
There is one more thing that Elizabeth would like to ask the master for advice.
Her security team used to be from the Seth Group, but when she started to act like she spoke for the interests of the bank first, the bank had to deploy personnel, probably with less protection and more surveillance.
The security department of the bank building in the central district gave her a long list and asked her to select a few people to join the Red Rain Investigation Team as security guards.
Elizabeth looked at the names and information on the list and really didn't know who to choose.
No one around her will affect her behavior, and she is even a friend?
The master is so powerful, even if he tells her the name without knowing it, or gives her some hints, she'd better not choose the wrong one.
It's just that the contact was delayed again and again, as if to answer her, don't rely on the mentor, the hero has to do it on his own.
Elizabeth chose one person from the list first. She was not in a hurry to pick them all, but she could also explain it to the bank temporarily so that she could see what the situation was like. Even if she communicated with the master, she could get some ideas.
She didn't choose this person casually. She carefully studied the list information and carefully considered it before choosing her.
A man with damaged nerves, someone who was banished from the bank for it, in her opinion, heroic, but perhaps heroism in the wrong place, a loser who might have a better chance of winning over than anyone else on the list.
Judy Dickinson, female, 23 years old, advanced three-programmer (can only use J-level and Q-level programs due to nerve damage), three-speed gear (formerly six-speed gear), exorcist professional system.
The former deputy captain of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force's Death Row Team, he participated in many battles during his task force career.
Judging from the data, this exiled lost man was once a weapon carefully crafted by the bank.
Elizabeth now knew not to judge a person simply, especially in a city where death row prisoners roamed the streets.
Let's contact her first and see if it's not good, she can apply to the bank for a replacement. She still has the authority to change once or twice.
That night she submitted her favorite candidates, and early the next morning, in the living room of an ordinary business suite at the Ono Hotel on Soen Street in Kabukicho, Elizabeth met Judy Dickinson, who had come to report.
"Miss Sterling, I will do my best to protect your safety and provide services to the bank."
Just like in the information, Judy Dickinson has short blond hair, is very beautiful, has a cold expression, stands upright with a strong body, and wears a black windbreaker, but this is not the uniform of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force, just
It's a bit similar.
The current position of this lost man is just an ordinary member of the security team.
"Just call me Captain." Elizabeth said, "Judy, what is the wilderness like?"
She took Jian Bao and walked outside the suite, preparing to chat while walking.
She had never been to the wilderness, and people in the castles in the air didn't even go out on the streets. Whether she was in Flowing Light City or traveling to other free states, she had always stayed in wealthy areas where the years had been quiet.
"Chaos and disorder, a lot of savages." Judy followed expressionlessly, "The savages only destroy, not build."
Elizabeth looked at Judy and immediately had a preliminary impression of her.
The tone was emotionless, neither complimentary nor contemptuous, but there was an attitude. Judy Dickinson did not think there was anything great about Miss Sterling and was unwilling to be a security guard.
He entered a bank training institute at the age of three... This person seems to be very loyal to the bank...
"If they think what they are building is a cage to imprison themselves, why are they building it?"
Elizabeth asked, and she actually thought so too.
"Miss Sterling, my education tells me that any order is a prison."
Judy knew what kind of person she wanted to protect, the rebellious Princess Seth, the hero product, the red-haired Liz.
She did not intend to judge the other party, nor did she hide her thoughts. This did not affect her security work.
With her nerves damaged, she has no way to ascend, and it is impossible for her to return to the Wilderness Mobile Task Force.
Basically, Judy Dickinson is useless and will be transferred to the northern agricultural area in a few days. No matter what she says or does, it will be difficult to change this result.
Judy has been thinking about neurotherapists on the streets these days, but has not yet gone to see them.
Perhaps in addition to the belief in dedicating herself to the mother of the bank, she also needs a vague but unbroken hope to support herself in continuing on.
"The worst thing is to have no order. The current order of the era has been shaped by hundreds of years of blood and fire. But the free people in the wilderness just want to smash everything and bring the world into new chaos." Judy added
explain.
"Order, that's fine," said Elizabeth, "but I don't see any good order now."
She looked at the solemn woman in black trench coat and remembered that a long time ago, she and Sophia had agreed that when they grew up, they would join the Secret Bureau's Mobile Task Force and become heroes together.
The mobile task force, which represents all the elites, has the goal of maintaining order and peace, which is always so attractive.
Perhaps this is what Elizabeth Sterling and Judy Dickinson had in common.
"Judy, you were born as a street child. Twenty years have passed and the living conditions of street rats have not changed at all.
"A large number of children die on the streets or on factory assembly lines. For twenty years, the municipal government, the Metropolitan Police, and the banks have done nothing. What do you think? You can say anything. My job is to promote reforms and help banks obtain
Better long-term interests, real interests."
Elizabeth asked, her calm voice almost pressing.
When she looked at Judy Dickinson, she saw a fraud, a beautiful heart that had been taken advantage of.
"...I don't know, that's not what I studied."
Judy was silent for a moment, unable to answer this question, and just said:
"But I believe that the bank is doing its best, and so are my colleagues. There are inevitably some bad apples in this system, but that is not the intention of the bank's mother. It is not the bank that abandons the children, but the children's parents.
Just like me, my parents abandoned me, but my mother raised me."
"They have no choice." Elizabeth immediately said, "Judy, do you have a choice?"
Judy rolled her eyes slightly, but said nothing and could not say anything.
Suddenly at this time, Jianbao said: "Hello user, I met a person who is even stupider than you."
No one would be surprised by a talking sword, and Judy also looked at the sword with excitement.
"This is Jianbao. Don't mind. It makes jokes sometimes, but I'm not sure about it this time."
Elizabeth walked out of the suite to the corridor outside and walked toward the elevator, and other security personnel followed.
"Let's talk about the wilderness again," she said to Judy. "Tell me about the specific people and stories."
"Tribe, circus, expedition team, garbage tribe..." Judy followed, "Which one do you want to hear?"
"Garbage people?"
"That's a group. There are different tribes and teams who consider themselves to be the garbage tribe. It was first developed from the Litter Pond area. The garbage tribe is all crazy people. They are completely crazy people. They recruit crazy people."
"Specific people and things." Seeing Judy stop talking, Elizabeth emphasized again: "Not a labeled group, not a name, not a trend of the times. Judy, have you ever known any garbage group?
"
Judy's face was still expressionless, and her rusty facial muscles could not express any expression.
She received education and training in the training institute since she was a child. After becoming a transcendent at the age of eighteen, she directly joined the training department of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force. She then learned how to fight, how to detect, and then officially joined the team. Missions, battles, missions, battles...
She has been in the wilderness for many years, but has never known any garbage people.
The superiors understand, there are dedicated people in the team who are responsible for understanding, and the captain also understands, but that is not their authority and duty.
This is a rule, because human nature. If you are exposed to too much, you will have superfluous emotions. The next time you kill someone in battle, your personality integrity will decrease. Wrong post-traumatic stress disorder and wrong betrayal will all happen.
Countless garbage people have died under her hands. Just like the name of the other party, she is just sweeping up garbage.
"You should understand, we all should."
Elizabeth said again, looking away from Judy's stiff face, and continued to stride forward.
"A former deputy captain of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force, cold-blooded and ruthless, with a humanoid weapon. I think this sentence cannot completely accurately describe Judy Dickinson. This is not the truth."