People are in Arknights and becoming Griseo at the beginning

"Yeah." After listening to Zofia's words, Bianka nodded gently and accepted the kindness.

Although Durandal is strong enough, she is unfamiliar with the place. She may need help from others in life or other aspects, so she accepted Zofia's kindness.

"Speaking of which, I'm not very familiar with Kawalerielki, so I want to ask you, where is the workshop that can make armor here?"

As if she remembered something, Bianka's eyes flashed slightly, and then she asked the two people beside her in a calm tone.

"...?"

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However, after Bianka said this, the two people present looked at her with shocked and puzzled expressions.

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After meeting the surprised eyes of Maria and Zofia, Bianka was slightly stunned, and a big question mark slowly appeared on her head.

Obviously, someone didn't realize that she had just revealed shocking news.

"...The points race is almost over, Bianka, and you still don't have your own armor?!"

After seeing the confusion in her new friend's eyes, Maria's mouth twitched slightly, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Well... Actually, it didn't take me too long from deciding to participate to signing up, so my preparations were indeed not complete." After hearing Maria's words, Bianka's blue eyes quickly flashed a trace of guilt.

This can't be blamed on Durandal. You know, she had never thought about participating in such an unfair and playful competition before. Now that she suddenly participated, she couldn't conjure up equipment out of thin air.

Bianka did have her own Valkyrie armor, but the problem was... some of them were too oversized and did not meet the rules of the competition.

You know, the melee competition she was going to participate in almost all required full-body armor because the competition required a sensor device to be attached to the armor to calculate effective attacks and points.

As for the Valkyrie armor... where was there a place for others to attach the sensor device?

Although Durandal doesn't need it in all senses, the most basic form still needs to be followed; otherwise, it will be bad to find an excuse to be eliminated from the points competition.

"You are too hasty. It should be difficult to find a craftsman to make tailor-made armor for you in such a short time."

After hearing Bianka's explanation, before Maria could say anything, Zofia spoke first.

"It is indeed a bit troublesome, but in this kind of competition, equipment is not very important to me. If it doesn't work, just buy a similar finished armor."

After hearing this, Bianka thought for a while before speaking calmly.

For other Major Knights, equipment can be very important in this kind of competition, and even sophisticated armor and weapons can be the key to victory.

But for Durandal, this kind of competition is really just a small fight. If it weren't for the requirements of the competition system, she would even want to wear ordinary clothes and go directly to the field.

After all, if she didn't want to, there was no Knight in Kazimierz who could hurt her.

"No, equipment is still very important... Although you did beat me, you can't be arrogant. If you are not careful, you may regret it."

Looking at the calm and confident Bianka in front of her, Zofia quietly lowered her head and glanced at her left hand while "preaching," with a complex look in her eyes.

"Well, I know Miss Zofia, thank you for your concern."

Bianka was very keen to catch Zofia's little action, and then a flash of understanding appeared in her blue eyes. Then she responded seriously with a smile.

At this time, Maria, who was standing next to her, also reacted. After a slight hesitation, she carefully took Bianka's arm and said:

"Sister Zofia is right. Bianka, don't be arrogant. Equipment is still very important for knights. I happen to know a few friends in the workshop. I will ask for you later."

"Then thank you, Maria."

Bianka, whose body was suddenly touched, was stunned for a moment, and then she showed a gentle smile to the blonde girl beside her.

"I will also help you pay attention... After all, there will be a free-for-all match soon." At this point, Zofia seemed to have thought of something again, and then said another suggestion:

"If it's really too late, you can make do with it first. Try to get enough points to advance, and then tailor-make equipment. There is a lot of time buffer in between."

"It's really a good idea. Thank you, Miss Zofia, for your advice." Hearing this, Bianka nodded again and responded.

Many of these little things are insignificant to her. However, although the matter itself is insignificant, this concern is genuine.

Unless it is necessary, Bianka make use of others' sincerity. Instead of refuting with words, it is better to accept this kindness directly and keep it in mind.

"Really... Maria, I guess you should have dinner. In this case, take your new friend out for a walk and see where there is more suitable armor." While speaking, Zofia stretched out her right hand and gently knocked Maria's little head.

"Well, Sister Zofia, don't knock, I was wrong! I will definitely accompany you to dinner next time." After Maria suffered a "critical hit" on her head, she hid behind Bianka in a flash.

"Hehe~ Then I won't bother Miss Zofia."

Looking at the golden pony hiding behind her, Bianka's blue eyes flashed a smile. Then she looked at Zofia and said politely.

"Go ahead."

Zofia looked at Maria, who was hiding behind Bianka and sticking her tongue out at her, and her mouth twitched. Finally, she waved at the two of them.

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Finally, after saying goodbye to Zofia, the two walked onto the street of Kawalerielki, which was brightly lit because of the dark sky.

"Although it's late, there are still many workshops that are not closed. I'll take you to see them."

"Okay."

Not being familiar with this place, Bianka had no opinion on this and followed Maria the whole way.

"Speaking of which, I have always been curious about a question. How old are you this year, Bianka?"

Maria was walking by with a smile on her face but suddenly she remembered something, and asked the person next to her with a slight tilt of her head.

"Me? 16 years old..."

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