However, in doing so, comfort and passenger capacity were beyond reproach, but when it ca ti to disembark, other than the two people in the driver and passenger seats, the rest of the passengers had to crawl out of the trunk, which was sowhat lacking in elegance.
The problem wasn't severe, since, given everyone's current identity, more special than the special police, no matter how inelegant it seed, no one dared to laugh openly, and if they wanted to laugh, they had to hold it in.
Then...
"Pfft..."
From nearby ca an irrepressible laugh, instantly causing the mbers of the Judgent Squad who had just crawled out of the trunk to glare angrily.
Rapidly, they discovered a fully ard robot nearby, covering another robot's mouth, but apparently, it was useless, since a robot's mouth was just for show, and all sounds depended on internal speakers.
"I apologize, officer, he just rembered sothing joyful,"
the robot covering its companion's mouth explained apologetically, unexpectedly in a female voice—it seed to be a female robot.
Of course, normal robots definitely don't have genders; if they appeared to have one, it was just decorative. But these two were clearly not ordinary robots. Dorothy inspected these two specially modeled robots carefully, sensing a familiar aura from them.
Yes, this was the feel of the chanical bodies she'd made for the Heroic Spirit Army at the end of her first scene. These were two Heroic Spirits.
Although the "Adam" army she had left behind would most definitely be outdated after these five hundred years and should have been phased out, she noticed from the newest Heroic Spirit Armant of these two Heroic Spirits that there was still an upgrade modification based on her original design, and the basic frawork hadn't changed much.
This also explained why these two robots dared to disrespect her; after all, both the Heroic Spirit Armant and the Magic Armored Knights were trump cards of the Magic Republic and were equal in status, with no need for one to yield to the other.
Moreover, considering the personalities of these two Heroic Spirits, it was conceivable that they were Magic Armored Knights in their lifetis.
Surrounding these two ard Heroic Spirits were a group of people in lab coats, likely the working staff of the lab, who must have received advance notification from the guards and had co to greet and assist with the investigation.
"Knight Sir, I am Bard, the director of this Magic Web Institute. Rest assured, we will fully cooperate with your investigation."
A middle-aged man with a diterranean haircut erged from the crowd, looking like he had seen a savior, as he spoke.
This was normal, as having lost sothing so vital, he, the director, was bound to face accountability; no one other than Dorothy and Denisha—who knew the significance—and likely this director wanted to find the Magic Network Core.
"Let's go see the site then,"
Dorothy said, having no ti to make small talk with the diterranean director.
"Yes, yes, my lords, please follow ,"
the director agreed, nodding continuously, and then with his bulky short legs began to briskly lead the way.
Quickly, the group passed through various coded doors of the institute and entered a research lab deep underground.
Upon entering, Dorothy saw a huge transparent display case which was supposed to hold sothing, but now it was empty, nothing inside.
In response, the Hobody Witch subtly turned her head and signaled the Judgent Squad behind her not to keep their abilities hidden but to use them quickly. She then opened her senses to start searching the secret room for any possible clues.
Unfortunately, even though everyone used all their skills, they ended up with nothing. Dorothy even maximized her perception, digging three feet below with her spiritual power as she scanned, but still, nothing was found.
The knowledgeable diterranean director tily brought the institute's surveillance footage. Everyone had to suppress their frustration at coming up empty and began patiently reviewing the footage.
However, everything in the surveillance looked normal; it showed only the Magic Network Core, as bright as the brightest gem, suddenly vanishing into thin air—one mont it was there, and the next, it was gone.
This was damn spooky.
"An illusion technique? Or is soone using invisibility? It couldn't possibly be a spatial teleportation spell, could it?"
Dorothy furrowed her brow, deep in thought.
But then, she looked at the building materials of the lab and shook her head.
It was evident that Denisha truly valued the Magic Network Core, having even used anti-magic materials that were extrely rare and highly valuable in this era; essentially, it was impossible for anyone to cast a spell in this sealed research lab without leaving a trace.
So the question arose, what exactly was going on? Surely it couldn't actually be a case of seeing ghosts, could it?
Dorothy, not one to be easily deterred, began reviewing the surveillance footage again, this ti examining it fra by fra.
"Stop...."
Just as the Hobody Witch's eyes were nearly sore from staring at the screen, she suddenly saw sothing and quickly called out.
Koreya also imdiately hit the pause button and then looked at the screen, growing more perplexed as she watched.
"Master, is there an issue?"
The Black Sheep Witch saw no points of suspicion in the image paused on the screen.
Not just her, but the mbers of the Judgent Squad felt the sa, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.
However, hearing their comnts made Dorothy's frown deepen because, in her eyes, in this fra, outside the tightly closed door of the lab, there was indeed a blurry figure of a little girl.
"You really didn't see? There is clearly a little girl here, about 1.2 ters tall, with black hair...."
She pointed at the screen, then confird with the others.
However, as Koreya and the Judgent Squad looked again at the spot Dorothy was pointing to, they still saw nothing, only able to shake their heads.
They started to suspect that perhaps Dorothy was seeing things.
"Oh, then it's nothing, you guys are just too weak."
Dorothy nodded and then matter-of-factly stated.
She wouldn't think she was seeing things; after all, this wasn't the first ti she'd encountered such a situation. The best example was right on her face now, wasn't it?
Only she could normally see the figure of Senior Sister Fanny; the other sisters couldn't see her. It couldn't be that Senior Sister Fanny was also a fignt of her imagination.
"So, Senior Sister, could this be the sa kind of stand-in as you?"
Dorothy quietly asked the Masked Senior Sister.
In response, Senior Fanny, who had been feigning ignorance and not planning to act as a cheating tool for her master, felt it was no longer appropriate to stay silent.
"Not at all, it's different from my principle, but indeed a similar type. One needs a high level of inspiration to see it clearly, or else it would be unconsciously overlooked. This is the trick of a demon, nowhere near comparable to ."
Senior Sister Fanny spoke sowhat proudly, displeased that Dorothy dared to compare her with such a low-level trick.
Fortunately, the Director of the diterranean Institute, who had been trying to make himself invisible all this while, suddenly widened his eyes upon hearing Dorothy's description earlier, as if he knew sothing.
"Are you hiding sothing?"
The Director's abnormal reaction was keenly noticed by Dorothy and the others, and their gazes imdiately focused on this mortal Director.
"Well, my lords, I am not entirely sure, but if it really is a little girl of 1.2 ters in height with black hair, then it might be an Evil Breed."
Facing the gazes of the others, the plump Director of the diterranean wiped the sweat from his forehead and cautiously spoke.
"An Evil Breed?"
...The group remained curious and puzzled...
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