Jeanne looked at this Ursus national emblem and flicked it casually. It was obvious that it hadn't really been moved since it was hung on the wall, as the difference in the color of the plaster could still be seen. This was supposed to be a way for them to tell themselves to be loyal to Ursus, and a means to remind themselves not to give up. On this foreign land, only this symbol representing their beloved country could soothe their confused souls and give them the motivation to fight.
However, at this moment, Jeanne raised her hand and took down this national emblem that had been hanging on the wall for a long time, observing it closely, as if wanting to see something from it.
"Eh, is there something wrong with this national emblem?"
Beside her, Lemuen saw Jeanne looking at this national emblem so seriously, and with that expression as if she had discovered some major point, she subconsciously lowered her voice a bit while speaking. While Jeanne was still there flipping and examining this national emblem repeatedly, she only put it on the table after watching it for a long time, then asked:
"Do you remember, the meeting room we went to before also had a national emblem like this, only it was much smaller than this one."
Hearing what Jeanne said, Lemuen also remembered that she had indeed seen this kind of thing. It's just that she hadn't cared about this thing before and subconsciously ignored it.
"This is normal, right? They didn't hide the fact that they are Ursus people; isn't it very normal for a company opened by Ursus people to have their national emblem as decoration?"
In Lemuen's eyes, this kind of thing could be said to be very common. Even when she was doing missions before, many people from other countries in other cities would do this. Of course, Sarkaz running out of Kazdel generally would not do this, and the Sarkaz race rarely could open a company on their own, because Sarkaz also face severe discrimination. Furthermore, this country was truly too chaotic; years of war left people with no way to go, and not many Sarkaz who ran out would still miss that place after settling down.
"Perhaps I am really overthinking it, but I still plan to test it. If I really thought wrong, we might have to run away quickly."
Jeanne spoke to Lemuen in a half-joking tone while picking up the national emblem from the table. The next moment, Jeanne raised the Ursus national emblem in her hand, then exerted a little force and smashed it hard onto the table.
The collision between the table and the national emblem made a huge sound, and then that national emblem was smashed into pieces by Jeanne. At this time, Lemuen finally understood what Jeanne meant by escaping; if this was really Jeanne overthinking it, then the Ursus people here could tear them two apart, dip them in honey, and eat them directly as afternoon tea.
"What happened? Could it be that enemies are attacking here?"
Outside, Chekhov, who heard a huge sound, hurried over here to confirm if these two were in danger. Then, he saw the national emblem on the table already smashed into pieces, and suddenly felt blood rushing to his head; fortunately, he controlled his emotions in time. Before he could speak, Jeanne was searching back and forth on the table for something, and was crushing the large pieces of wood again with her hand.
Seeing this scene, Chekhov also stood aside very obediently and stopped talking. It was as if he was a student being punished by standing.
"Emperor above!, how can this girl have such great strength? To be able to crush such hard wood like biscuits?"
Looking at those timbers deformed due to Jeanne's strength, Chekhov felt that if the other party wanted to crush his bones, it should be easier than wood, probably just like crushing instant noodles? However, he was still very angry that Jeanne smashed the Ursus national emblem. Is this really someone sent by the Emperor? To dare to make such a disrespectful act toward the symbol of the country...
Unfortunately, hindered by the gap in strength, he could only complain about this in his heart, and did not dare to openly question her. Jeanne did not say anything, just searching carefully on the table for something. It did not take long before Jeanne found a trace of metallic reflection inside a piece of wood that had already split.
When Jeanne snapped open the wood and took out the thing inside, Chekhov's mouth, which was opened in surprise, could already hold a dragon fruit; if this continued, a honeydew melon was not impossible.
"I have never seen this kind of thing. Can you tell what the heck this is?"
Jeanne pinched the device that seemed to be made of metal and handed it to Lemuen and Chekhov standing aside to see. She suspected this thing was a listening device, it's just a pity she didn't know what a bug was.
"I am very sorry, I have never seen this kind of thing. But looking at it like this, it is definitely not a good thing."
Chekhov was a bit embarrassed, not expecting that it was him who misunderstood Jeanne. The lady probably discovered some peculiarity to do this; how could this possibly be disrespectful to Ursus? At this time, the look he used to look at Jeanne became incomparably respectful. He did not expect that details they had not discovered before, she only spent how long in this room to discover.
"What is this thing? It looks like it should be some kind of listening device, right? I haven't seen this thing either, but it's definitely not a good thing."
Lemuen had not seen this kind of thing for so many years either; to know its specific principle, she still had to disassemble it. However, looking at the craftsmanship manufactured through precision processing, in Lemuen's opinion, it should be from Columbia.
"Click!"
Without thinking, Jeanne directly disassembled it, planning to look at the internal structure. Anyway, it was impossible for there to only be such a thing here; whatever to do in a moment, she just needed to find it again. However, inside there were only some mechanical devices and a colorless, transparent small stone, and a particularly small Originium, and then there was nothing else.
"I know this thing, this is an Originium circuit. It seems to be able to remotely control Originium Arts, but this thing is particularly unstable and can only carry some particularly simple Originium Arts."
Lemuen did recognize that transparent crystal; there was this kind of thing in Laterano too, used before for researching the automation of special bullets for their guns, but it wasn't as convenient as just shooting. The reason why Lemuen had a deep memory of this kind of small thing was because she had once conducted related experiments on automatic bullets. Recalling that after she pulled the trigger at that time, this broken thing exploded inside the gun, directly causing the gun chamber to explode and be scrapped; if not for her having special protective devices, she might have been affected herself.
"Can it carry Originium Arts?"
Jeanne looked at the inconspicuous small stone in front of her with some curiosity, not expecting that such a convenient thing had already appeared.
"It is not as convenient as you think, and this thing has already been popularized in some places. I remember Columbia's Originium power plants applied this kind of thing, reducing their demand for talents related to Originium Arts."
These things Lemuen said were no longer secrets for a long time; Columbia did not even hide this technology, and even publicized it openly before.
"But this thing... it should be roughly processed from leftovers or something. I guess this thing is probably a listening device, and Originium should be used to expand the range of passing messages."
Lemuen could only speculate on this, but based on her knowledge, she could basically guess it correctly. But if it was like this, wouldn't all the conversations before Jeanne destroyed this thing have already passed to the ears of its controller? Did I say anything I shouldn't have said?
Lemuen on this side was pondering her conversation with Jeanne, and Chekhov on that side was also turning pale. At this time, Chekhov's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He could only feel a kind of powerless feeling right now, and a wave of dizziness in his head kept rushing toward him.
"Please wait a moment, the information implicated by this matter is truly too big; I need to report to my superior to confirm if there is this thing in other places!"
After finishing, Chekhov walked quickly toward the office of Pangolin and Vodka. Looking at it this way, his struggle for so many years had always been right under the opponent's nose, just like a joke.