"M3, G43, Stg-44, M1897, PK, M870, M500, Type 80, and MG34, right?"
Looking at the dolls' mental models watching him in the virtual space, Renault checked with them, comparing their bodies with the data he had obtained during the mind transfer.
The few dolls who didn't know why Renault suddenly came over to call out their names nodded subconsciously at his words and waited for the next step.
"Well, your original bodies are mostly worn out and worthless, so they need new ones. Are any of you dissatisfied with yours? If not, I'll create new ones based on your original body data."
Not all dolls are completely satisfied with their bodies. For example, Nagant and UMP45 might request a slight increase in height or bionic tissue size—these are perfectly normal requests.
Renault wouldn't skimp on such small details. As long as M3 and the others requested it, a minor modification wouldn't be a big deal.
"Dissatisfied?" Hearing Renault's words, the dolls looked at each other and shook their heads.
"No, we're very satisfied with our bodies."
Just kidding! How could they say they were dissatisfied now? With so many people present, admitting dissatisfaction would be like calling themselves ugly!
"Can you change my eyes a little, make them less fierce?"
However, some dolls remained oblivious to these concerns. Standing at the back of the group, Type 80, chewing some bubble gum, raised her hand and asked.
Renault doesn't know how this girl managed to get hold of bubble gum in her mind space... but the eye problem... But he's afraid it's the same symptom as G36's.
"Take off your glasses and let me see." Renault waved a finger, glancing at Type 80.
Type 80 naturally took off her glasses, and just like G36, her eyes immediately became fierce.
"It can't be changed. It's not a problem with the body, it's a problem with your mental model. To put it bluntly, it's become a habit, and you have to pay attention to it yourself to change it."
G36 was like that. Her body had no issues to begin with; frowning and glaring were completely automatic.
However, G36's problem has almost completely healed now, probably because she doesn't have to carry a weapon around all day.
"Alright." Hearing Renault's words, Type 80 shrugged.
"What about other aspects? Are there any other height requirements?"
Renault glanced back and forth between Type 80 and M1897 before turning to the other dolls.
As before, everyone shook their heads. Clearly, these dolls had no intention of changing their height or appearance.
"Alright, then we'll create the bodies according to the original data. I'll have Scarecrow oversee this. I'm busy with other things, so if you need anything, just ask Scarecrow directly."
Scarecrow had become almost like the ship's firefighter. Whenever there was too much to do, Scarecrow would be called in for help.
So, naturally, Renault threw the task of keeping an eye on the bodies for these dolls onto Scarecrow's shoulders.
Of course, they came here voluntarily seeking work; they were completely different from those lazy slackers who spent their days slacking off.
"Okay."
A group of dolls nodded, looking strangely at Scarecrow standing beside Renault, inspecting the printing equipment.
They had never imagined that one day they would have to rely on an elite Sangvis Ferri doll to help them create their physiques...
Thinking about it, they felt as if they had defected to Sangvis Ferri...
"Renault, M1 Garand is asking again. It seems the employer is getting impatient."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Renault scratched his head. M1 Garand must have been urging Scarecrow to remind him over the comms channel.
But he doesn't know what that Gerald from Universal Anything is thinking... what's up with that guy?
They had agreed to a week later, right?
How come it's already less than two days later and he's already impatient?
...
Although Renault had given a timeline, Gerald still did a little research. After all, it was pretty easy to find information about Griffin's commission.
After all, Griffin isn't just a target; it's also the frontline shield for all PMCs. To get Griffin's intelligence, there's no need to delve too deeply. Just ask a few intelligence dealers on the black market and you'll find out what major moves Griffin is making.
Although most of Griffin's actions are kept secret, unfortunately, Griffin's communications system isn't even independently constructed. After all, the military wouldn't grant Griffin such access.
Thus, Griffin's communications system which was upgraded from a civilian system isn't a secret channel at all to those with a keen eye.
This is probably one of those things where... you thought you were being secretive? The truth is, those who don't care don't know, while those who do can easily find out the whole story with a quick search.
Griffin's intelligence protection may be adequate for deceiving those Sangvis dolls, but it's child's play when it comes to humans.
So, upon hearing that Renault had returned Griffin's dolls and that the ship had taken off from Griffin's S09 area, Geralt immediately called Renault to try to contact him.
Unfortunately, the person who answered the phone wasn't Renault himself, but M1 Garand, who had previously kept Renault's phone.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Geralt," M1 Garand said calmly.
She felt a little anxious and glanced toward the entrance to the lounge. Of course, it was Renault's own lounge, essentially his bedroom.
The common lounge was undoubtedly crowded with people, either chatting and playing or drinking non-stop. It wasn't a good place for conversation.
It seems time to add a small reception room to the ship. Otherwise, if an employer or client came aboard and there wasn't even a place to sit, it would be a bit embarrassing.
Oh, and there are those new T-Dolls.
Besides Springfield and the other six, there are nine more. If we're sharing a double room, we'll need five...
M1 Garand was lost in thought and began pondering the cabin layout on the takeoff ship. Only when Renault opened the door did she snap back to reality.
"Commander, Mr. Gerald is waiting for you." Pointing to Geralt's holographic image, M1 Garand nodded at Renault.
"Did he it brought forward? Or did something go wrong with the commission?"
"No, no, no, everything is fine, Mr. Renault. I was just a little too impatient. The disinfection materials you requested are already ready."