The nth time I met my puppet

"How did time fly by so fast? It feels like I haven't done anything." The two-day vacation passed in a flash, and Wan Nan had to start worrying about how to defeat the scattered soldiers.

"Host, it's not that time has flown quickly, but rather that you've spent most of the past two days sleeping. Of course, it feels fast, but you haven't been awake that long. Now that vacation is over, the host should quickly figure out how to capture the skirmishers."

"...How should I know? He's a stubborn person. What can I do? Should I run in front of him and dance?" Wan Nan retorted sarcastically.

"Actually, it's not impossible. If the host can dance, maybe he can attract the target. Would you like to consider giving it a try?" However, 007 didn't understand Wan Nan's meaning at all. Instead, he seriously thought about the possibility of this matter.

"Get out! I can't dance at all! Can't you hear I'm being sarcastic?" Wan Nan was not completely unable to dance, but she didn't want to embarrass this person.

If she said she knew a little, that would be the end of it. 007 would definitely nag her to try. Instead of doing that, it would be better for her to just say she didn't know, so that 007 wouldn't let her embarrass herself.

"Ah... okay... what should I do then?" 007 pondered.

But Wan Nan didn't want to think about the scattered soldiers. He was just a little worried and frowned, wondering why there was no news yet.

"Host? What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about how to complete the mission?"

"No, I was thinking, they only issued two changes of clothes. Wasn't my other set damaged by the stragglers? And didn't I apply for a replacement set two days ago? Why haven't I heard anything yet?"

Wan Nan was very distressed about this. It was so troublesome not to have a change of clothes...

"??? So, the host is actually worried about this? Instead of thinking about how to conquer the target? Can't you just focus on the mission?!"

"Oh, I have to have a change of clothes, right? Oh, I have to go ask. Why is there no news yet?"

Wan Nan helplessly went to ask the warehouse manager, but the answer he got was that the application was rejected.

“Why not pass?”

"These clothes have only been distributed for a few days? You come to ask for new ones so soon. We can't afford to waste so many for you." The staff member said impatiently.

"What if I don't have a change of clothes?"

"Figure it out yourself." The staff rolled their eyes and ignored him.

Wan Nan was speechless, and finally had no choice but to go find Moros to see if he had any solution, but she looked around but couldn't find him.

"...What should we do? 007, do you have any ideas? Forget it, just shut up. A dog can't spit out ivory, so you'd better not come up with any ideas." Wan Nan said a little frustrated.

"Host, didn't you ask 007 if he had any ideas? Why are you suddenly scolding 007? Moreover, how come 007 can't produce ivory from a dog's mouth? Wasn't the idea I proposed before also useful?" 007 retorted with an unhappy look on his face.

"Which one is more useful? Are you talking about the time you asked me to deliver breakfast to the scattered soldiers, but I got a cold shoulder and was ridiculed? Or the time you asked me to lure monsters after me and asked him to save them, and then he turned around and killed me?"

007 fell silent, feeling somewhat guilty. It was indeed his idea for both of those bad ideas, and the results were obvious: he was completely at fault. "...Those two times were accidents...Didn't I even help you escape once with my suggestion?"

“…Do you really think that’s your credit?” Wan Nan was silent for a moment and asked back, and this could be regarded as a soul-searching question from Wan Nan.

This question stumped 007 again. Feeling extremely guilty, he could only change the subject.

"Let's not talk about the past, let's just talk about the problem at hand. Maybe 007 can come up with a solution...?"

"Okay, then you think about it." Wan Nan just threw in the towel and waited to see what tricks 007 could come up with. 007 thought for a long time before finally speaking.

"How about the host go find some skirmishers and try?"

"??? I asked you to help find a solution to this problem, not to create one. Can't you think of something else besides the quest?"

Wan Nan really didn't expect that 007 could even involve Sanbing in this matter. She was speechless for a moment.

"I'm talking about solving this problem. Think about it, that suit was damaged by the target, and now if you don't ask for help, there's probably no way to fix it. And who else can the host ask for help? There is no one. But if you ask the target for help now, you will owe him a favor. Not only can you solve the current problem, but you can also pave the way for repaying him and building a closer relationship with him later. Why not do it?"

007's explanation made perfect sense. If Wan Nan didn't know San Bing's personality, she would have almost believed that this method would work.

"First of all! Sanbing is not that kind of person. He won't help me at all, but will instead kick me out! Secondly, your idea is very dangerous."

"Host, give it a try. Your favorability value is quite high now, the highest in history!"

"Really? You didn't lie to me?" Wan Nan was a little skeptical. Could it be that Sanbing was really just tough on the outside but soft on the inside?

"Of course not! How could 007 lie to the host! Go ahead and try it, and believe in yourself!"

"Okay... I'll give it a try..." Wan Nan finally compromised and decided to give it a try.

But when Wan Nan appeared in front of San Bing again, he was still very nervous. He was almost speechless and forgot what to say.

“…Why are you here again?” Sanbing was still busy dealing with the pile of documents at this time, and he felt impatient when he saw Wannan coming again.

He had no time to pay attention to Wan Nan, and continued to process the documents without even raising his head.

"Um... Lord Sanbing, can you do me a small favor? Last time, you chopped up another set of my clothes... My application for a replacement set was rejected, so can you help me?" Wan Nan swallowed and said carefully.

Sanbing frowned when he heard this. He really couldn't understand what was going on in the mind of this idiot who came to harass him time and time again. Why would he come to him for help?

Or was it because he treated her too well last time, which gave her this illusion?

"I'm busy, get out." The soldier responded coldly, and then reached out to take the file next to him, but the distance was a bit far and he couldn't reach it for the time being. The soldier was about to get up to get it.

Seeing this, Wan Nan took the first step to pick up the document that San Bing needed and handed it to him, but accidentally broke the vase next to it, and the water in the vase soaked all the documents that San Bing had just processed...

Wan Nan was suddenly panicked. She just wanted to help pick up something, but now the water had spilled on the documents. San Bing's face turned visibly black. Wan Nan felt like San Bing was going to chop her to death in the next second.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Wan Nan apologized and wanted to make amends, so he picked up a towel beside him and tried to wipe the water off the document. However, he accidentally used too much force and the document broke into two pieces.

The scattered soldier could no longer bear it, and lightning suddenly exploded and struck Wan Nan.