The Disi bus had officially been completed.
By then, it was already night.
The starry night glittered, while elemental lamps in the private experimental area illuminated the open ground. The Disi sat there quietly.
After Ilya and the others finished dinner, Doll Ron and the two women boarded the Disi.
Edith was clearly excited. After all, the bus had been named after part of her name, giving her a strong sense of belonging.
Ron took out a sheet of paper and handed it to Edith, pointing at several knobs in front of the driver's seat. "I'll leave the bus's recorded announcements to you."
"The paper clearly states what each knob needs to record. Get that done first."
"Once you're finished recording, you can try driving it."
Edith nodded repeatedly and eagerly sat in the driver's seat, following the instructions on the paper as she began recording with meticulous care.
The content was mostly prompt messages such as, "The vehicle is about to depart. Please hold on to the handrails."
Having two Saintesses of the Elf Race record bus announcements—Tansang City's residents truly had it good.
But on second thought, couldn't this whole "personally recorded by Saintesses of the Elf Race" thing be used for promotion?
Ron suddenly thought of it.
When buses first appeared, it was still uncertain whether ordinary people who had barely seen the world would dare to try riding one.
But if they were told they could hear the voices of Saintesses of the Elf Race on the bus, wouldn't that tempt some of them?
After all, Tansang City was located inland, where elves were rarely seen, let alone saintesses of the elven race.
Watching Edith working so earnestly up front, Ron could not help but smile with satisfaction.
Sure enough, Gil hadn't been wrong. He really