"Otherwise, eight times the working hours with unchanged pay could deal a severe blow to morale."
I knew it!
You want to drag people from Rhodes Island over here to work overtime!
"We lack the necessary equipment and working environment here," Kal'tsit protested.
"We also lack distractions and anything that might divert our attention," Oute said bluntly. "I need a set of landship blueprints."
"Even if we're just patching things onto an existing foundation, it still needs to leave room for future modifications."
"...And how are you going to bring it out?"
"By sacrificing some personal time."
Victory Grand Slam!
When Eyjafjalla knocked on the door, Oute was still tallying up the recent gains.
"My name is Eyjafjalla. Before joining Rhodes Island, I studied volcanic geology. Because of Oripathy, my hearing isn't very good. I may have to trouble you often in the future, senior." At first, Eyjafjalla was somewhat reserved, but she soon brought up "Oute's scars."
"Regarding your memories, senior..."
Eyjafjalla had arrived in Lungmen alongside the landing of Rhodes Island's low-altitude aircraft, together with a new batch of suppressants and replacement personnel.
Oute did not know exactly how Earthspirit had explained everything to her, but in the end, Eyjafjalla agreed to his arrangements.
"We can discuss that later. Take the suppressants to the free clinic first." Without looking up, Oute transcribed necromancy on the PRTS terminal.
PRTS could read Oute's surface thoughts to a certain extent. While it could not copy precise blueprints directly from his mind, it could skip vocalization and directly translate what Oute "wanted to say."
It was immensely helpful to his work. He loved it.
"Huh?" Eyjafjalla blanked out for a moment.
Because of the lesions, the little lamb had serious hearing problems.
That pause was probably her trying to make out what