Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Before Su Ming could finish speaking, Columbia outside the door gave him a serene smile. "We meet again. Are you settling in well here?"

Chapter 007 These days, even robots can pinch consonants?

"It's just that we have a lot more guests than usual."

Seeing that Colombia's eyes were still closed, Su Ming couldn't help but wonder if she would bump into the wall while walking like that.

Colombia didn't understand what Su Ming meant at first, until she recalled the panty incident not long ago and then she realized it.

It was quite strange, really. After Columbia got home, she carefully checked her wardrobe and found nothing missing, but the clothes that Su Ming had were clearly the ones she usually wore...

Columbia remained outwardly unmoved, but inwardly she was beginning to wonder if it was a misunderstanding. But even if it was a misunderstanding, how could a person be so twisted?

“I’ll take you to collect the Executor’s mask and weapons,” Columbia decided to put the panty incident aside for the time being, as there were more important things to do right now.

"mask?"

Su Ming then recalled that each executor had a mask representing themselves, and the one that left the deepest impression was Tartaglia's second-stage purple mask.

“Yes, Sandoni is already waiting for you in the workshop,” Columbia nodded slightly, indicating that Su Ming could lock the door and prepare to leave.

Su Ming was stunned for a second, and it took him a while to realize who Sandone was. After putting on his coat, he followed Columbia and stepped into the icy country again.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Hermit: Data/Audio

Regarding [puppets]...

"Who?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"That's the machine workshop in Sandoni."

Colombia stopped in her tracks. What came into Su Ming's view were rows of chimneys, from which sultry steam billowed out.

The building in front of him reminded Su Ming of factories on Earth, only more primitive.

The workshop doors were open, but the exposed mechanical gears could still be seen from both sides of the doors. Their intricate structure surprised even Su Ming, a science student.

Although primitive, it is surprisingly exquisite.

“These are all props that Sandone made all by himself,” Columbia said with a subtle hesitation, mainly because Sandone’s props were all a bit strange.

The display cases on both sides are filled with all sorts of trinkets and detailed information cards, clearly indicating that the maker is very satisfied with his work.

"The first prototype of the android...?" Su Ming stared at the half of the mechanical head on the display stand and poked it when no one was looking.

Towards the stars and the depths—

"Has no one taught you not to touch other people's things without permission?"

A cool, clear voice sounded from behind, and a hand wearing a clean white glove steadily pressed on the mechanical skull, shutting it down.

Su Ming turned around and came face to face with a large robot. After a few seconds of silence, he muttered, "These days even robots can use consonants?"

Sandoni: "?"

Is this some kind of insult?!

“I’ve long heard of the Hermit’s great name,” Sandone said with a kind smile, her princess-style little leather shoes landing directly on Su Ming’s feet.

"hiss-"

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. After lowering his head, he finally saw the petite puppet Sandone, who was wearing a heavy, pure white cotton coat with an elegant white dress underneath, adorned with black patterns.

Her crystal-clear blue eyes calmly gazed at Su Ming, her cherry lips slightly upturned, revealing a faint smile.

"We're colleagues, there's no need for this."

Su Ming forced a smile. He was just asking if he could move his foot first. He wasn't so perverted as to consider this a reward.

Of course, it wouldn't be impossible to replace it with Miss Columbia.

“Sandonie, this is the twelfth Hermit Suming, an executor personally appointed by Her Majesty the Queen,” Columbia stepped forward, shaking her head helplessly. She hadn’t even glanced at him before causing so much trouble.

The good news is that he's stopped his hyperactive, back-and-forth searching; the bad news is that even without searching, his hands haven't been idle.

"Ah."

Sandone raised her head slightly, her two strands of brown hair swaying gently in front of her, and at the same time she loosened her grip on her feet, allowing Su Ming to pull out directly.

“This time, I hope you can be in charge of making the Hermit Mask. You can discuss the specific details yourselves,” Columbia said before walking out of the workshop. There was no need to stay inside any longer; she might as well go and enjoy the sunset.

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. This was clearly just slacking off, Miss Columbia. Why were you so good at it?

"go in."

Sandone patted her skirt and walked briskly into the depths of the workshop, while the robot wearing a black top hat stood behind her by the workshop gate.

Su Ming was somewhat surprised. This little girl seemed quite easy to talk to. Or was it that Columbia's words carried weight here?

Columbia is the third seat, and she should be a very prestigious figure among the executives. It's quite normal for her to be a big sister, but the style doesn't quite match.

"Mask, what type do you want?" Sandonne walked lightly to the workbench and casually picked up a small hammer to tap it.

"Is a mask like the one worn by the Rock King Emperor okay?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow. He had always liked the imposing mask of Grandpa Zhongli in the PV, which had a kingly aura.

"when!"

The hammer struck the workbench with a crisp sound. Sandoni spoke calmly, "My hand slipped. What did you just say?"

"..." Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. This was a blatant threat. It seemed that he had no choice but to compromise a little. "Have you heard of the Golden Roc General of Liyue? The same Nuo mask will do, but the color must be white."

This time, Sandone didn't smash the workbench again. Instead, he raised his head, gestured with his hand towards Su Ming's head, and said seriously, "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly just now."

"Hearing loss at such a young age?"

After Su Ming finished speaking, he dodged his foot in advance, and Sandone's leather shoe missed its mark. This was a king-level prediction.

“Hoo…” Sandonne took a deep breath, afraid that he would develop high blood pressure at such a young age. “Color, size.”

"White, just half of the face is fine."

Su Ming still believed in the puppeteer's professional skills, as long as she didn't make him wear the same mask as Lao Ba.

After receiving the reply, Sandonne fell silent and began to draw seriously, while Su Ming, having nothing else to do, took the opportunity to tour the workshop.

So I casually opened an exquisite treasure chest hidden in a corner, and while doing so, I used the speed of someone who's been single for twenty years to put on Columbia's panties, but this time I didn't trigger the fairy blessing.

Item Name: The Leather Shoe Lost in the Corner

Category: props

Quality: blue

Effect: Allows a specified target to immediately stomp on you (Cooldown: 24h) (The stomp will occur randomly on the target body part).

Note: These are delicate women's leather shoes with a 2cm thick heel, offering decent sturdiness.

Chapter 008 You don't want your XP to be known by Sister Columbia, do you?

"hiss..."

Su Ming was silent for a few seconds, holding the women's leather shoes in his hand, feeling a subtle confusion. What kind of strange props were these?

He doesn't have this weird XP either!

Suddenly, the scene of Columbia stepping on him flashed into Su Ming's mind, and his face became full of the expression of a gentleman. He was only planning to ask Miss Columbia to try out the leather shoes in order to test their range of function, and he absolutely had no other unhealthy or dirty thoughts.

He Su Ming has never been that kind of person!

"Alas..."

Su Ming turned around and saw Sandone looking at the little leather shoe in his hand with a disdainful gaze. "Hermit, you're playing pretty perverted games."

Su Ming looked at the small leather shoes in his hand and wondered if they were Sandoni's shoes. Suddenly, the scene became awkward.

A sly smile flashed in Sandone's eyes as she took small steps toward Su Ming and spoke softly like a little devil: "Hermit, you don't want your fantasies to be known by Sister Columbia, do you?"

Su Ming: "???"

Can this CEO of Zhidong please calm down? Where is the morality, the integrity, and the trust in you doing this?

Sandone revealed a triumphant smile, her cherry lips slightly pursed, and a glint of light flashed in her beautiful blue eyes. "Hermit, do me a favor, and I won't tell anyone."

"And I'll give you a pair of worn leather shoes every two weeks, how about that?"

Sandone's pretty face lifted up and came close to Su Ming's, her little leather shoes slightly pressing against Su Ming's shoes.

Su Ming felt as if a cunning little devil was extending an invitation to him. So Sandone was such a cunning little girl?

"Tell me what it is first."

Su Ming had no intention of helping this cunning little girl do anything strange. So what if she died? It wasn't a big deal anyway.

Sandonne coughed lightly and took a few steps back with a reserved air. "How about you make me breakfast?"

"what?"

Su Ming paused for a second, expecting Sandone to say something even more outrageous, but it turned out to be just making breakfast. For some reason, he felt a subtle disappointment.

However, receiving a pair of leather shoes from the little girl every two weeks is indeed a very profitable exchange, a pure win-win situation.

Wait a minute, he's not that kind of weirdo!

Su Ming was silent for a few seconds. Was he being forcibly given a brand new XP by Sandone?

While foot fetishism isn't a good thing for Su Ming, white stockings are, so he actually prefers white stockings and ice cream to stomp on his face ().

"Okay, it's settled then."

Su Ming agreed to Sandone's request, and besides, this would also increase Sandone's favorability, as he desperately needed a "normal" weapon.

He refused to believe that the Kunba system couldn't produce a decent weapon, or at least one that looked like a weapon!

Salted fish and an abacus, how do they resemble weapons!

Sandoni smiled with satisfaction, stood on tiptoe and patted Su Ming on the shoulder, his eyes seeming to say, "Good job, young man, the organization is very satisfied with you."

[Sandonie's favorability has been unlocked to level 1]