[Please accept my highest respects and sincerest wishes.]
[Respectfully.]
[Your humble]
[Botion]
"?" March 7th stared at it in complete confusion.
She had seen plenty of this standard report-style messaging at Herta Space Station.
Robin lowered her head and looked at her own phone. Clearly, Botion had sent it to her too.
"Did Mr. Botion really send this text...?"
After reading it, March 7th set her phone on the table and rubbed her brow.
"Akivili above... he cursed so filthy."
"Huh?" Robin was stunned.
"You can automatically decode his profanity in your head now?"
"No, no." Robin gently shook her head. "He definitely didn't write this himself..."
"Looks like the war has begun." Altria took out a tissue and elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth.
Miss Melody shared the same opinion.
"Indeed. Look, peace is merely an interlude in war. That Mr. Botion... has likely already been defeated."
"No." Robin spoke seriously.
"He is a seasoned warrior. He would never leave the stage this early."
"But someone must have gotten hold of his phone and wants to use his identity to lure us to Krokok Film Park."
"Then why not accept the invitation?" Altria smiled.
"Since they have invited us, it would be rude to decline such generous hospitality."
"Mm." Robin nodded, agreeing with Saber's suggestion.
"That was what I was thinking too."
"If we hurry over now, we may still have a chance to rescue Mr. Botion."
"What do you think?"
"Then let's go!" March 7th was brimming with confidence.
"There are six of us on this team now. Is there really anything that can beat us?"
"It does look like a trap, but as long as we're strong enough, any trap is just paper-thin."
"If we don't go, that'd be way too lame..."
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