Little Crow, best at finding doors, and Little Pao Pao, best at picking locks, had already merged into a combined form and raced wildly through space for half a day. They were now busy at a location just over two hundred thousand light-years from the Imperial formation: it was one of the last few Abnormal Spaces that had yet to be ruled out. Clearly, the two girls had no plan whatsoever. They were not sweeping through those abnormal spaces in any particular order, but simply going wherever they pleased. Still, their efficiency was astonishing. In just a few hours, they had completed work that ordinary soldiers would need days, or even half a month, to finish. Those encrypted distorted spaces were like completely exposed, undefended open plazas before them. While the Empire hurriedly prepared for battle and the Black Forest Tribes' massive fleet began mobilizing, the two girls had already headed for the last unexplored region of space. I felt that Little Crow and Little Pao Pao were getting a little too excited. They seemed not to have considered at all how dangerous it would be to suddenly run into Harlan's main force. Brats were brats, after all. Even when they occasionally did something useful, they got so happy that they forgot themselves—fortunately, Asidda and Asidora had personally gone to meet them. The sisters were the only ones who could barely keep up with Little Crow's transfer speed. Every other spatial assault trooper had been run ragged by those two brats to the point of nearly vomiting up last year's New Year's Eve dinner.
I had to say, Harlan was indeed quite lucky. We had ruled out eighty percent of the universe's distorted spaces and still failed to find him. His luck stat had definitely been maxed out. Of course,