Making a seasoned Rogue like Viska learn to sit quietly and stop causing trouble was quite difficult, especially after Father God—the only one here who could keep her in line—went off wandering around the edge of the universe. The Rogue was like a hibernating Little Monster that had suddenly encountered spring. We were discussing serious business, and she started teaching Bubble how to shamelessly cling to people using parallel sentences...
Our only way of dealing with that was to ignore her. The more attention she got, the more havoc she could wreak.
"If these six hosts can all evolve into Mother Machines..." Looking at the six mass-produced Pao Paos sitting in a row on the sofa like dolls, my imagination began to run wild. Their blank little faces faintly showed curiosity, perhaps about the environment here. The Emperor's residence was practically an X-rated forbidden zone from another dimension to ordinary Apostles. One visit was enough to give them material to brag about for two months. What was more, these were mass-produced Pao Paos who had only just developed self-awareness. Though they lacked emotions, they also lacked the ability to hide their thoughts. If one looked carefully, it was easy to read the little ones' feelings. I just hadn't noticed before. Of course, they might have been curious about the Emperor's family as well. These little ones probably had never known what their Emperor and Matriarchs were like in daily life. All they ever saw was us looking imposing at the officers' table. Even the lowest-ranking Imperial Soldiers probably had never seen their Your Majesty squatting on the curb and eating Jianbing Guozis...
"That would be one hell of a moment, wouldn't it?" Bubble finally escaped Viska's harassment and nodded in deep agreement. "Unfortunately, I don't think it's very likely. The