[ Idly, he thinks he should also charge An Ding Peak for what he paid for early access chapters. FUCKING GIVING ME BACK MY MONEY!! But even he realizes that is too petty. He paid for it and so he can't ask for that back. The laptop, however, deserves to repayment. It suffered the most in the end.
With those thoughts sorted, he finally smiles. ]
I suppose that it will. I hope that you find something fun or at least useful in it.
[ Is he sweating? Maybe? A little?? He hasn't forgotten the backlog and can only hope he won't have that flag plucked so soon. ]
Oh, one last thing! Everyone has ... pseudonyms. [ I almost said IDs! ] It's a code of some sort. But you can use that code to send that specific person a message. Like sending a letter straight to their door. So, if you really feel heated about something but don't want other people to read your heated words, you can always just send them a message that way.
[ I can't not give this option to you. But also!! ] But also, you can just talk to anyone that way. It is, as I said, like penning a letter specifically to one person rather than upon the open forum where all can see.
[ Pseudonyms. Berkut turns back to the screen. Whatever for? It only adds an element of uncertainty, because anyone can pretend to be someone with a few pretty lies—and that makes him wonder. ]
Is this form of correspondence so secure?
[ Because he is unfamiliar with the technology behind these computers, he has no way of knowing how reliable these things are. Convenient, yes. Should sensitive material be transferred through these? Likely not.
And why this fixation on the possibility of his going after someone for what they wrote? Does Berkut strike Shen Qingqiu as the type to be that uninhibited? ]
[ He almost tilts his head as he doesn't quite understand the question. Secure in what way? Um??
Opening his mouth, he is about to give some answer before he shakes his head. I can't answer if I don't understand, and I don't want to just give some nice response. ]
I don't understand the question. Secure? In what way do you mean?
[ Does that indirectly mean that it is, or is it the opposite? Or is Berkut understanding this all wrong? That embarrassing possibility is also there. ]
Messengers can be intercepted by prying eyes. Is the same possible on the forum?
He offers a few small nods as he gets what Berkut is worried about. Good question! I mean, any e-mail can be hacked, but this isn't really an e-mail so there isn't any e-mail to hack. Okay, hold up. I'm gonna confuse him if I get into all of that, so let's just break it down! ]
On the forum itself, anyone can read what you write so it is not secure. It is like posting what you are writing upon a bulletin board. [ The last two words are spoken somewhat hesitantly. That something you have? I am thinking of like those boards people put like WARRANT ROBIN HOOD KICK HIS ASS. Are they called bulletin boards? ... help. ]
Messages sent to the inboxes are secure from prying eyes. However, you are right, like with messengers being intercepted... if either laptop is grabbed, so too could all messages be seen.
But here's the positive to that, Prince Berkut! The laptops themselves cannot work too far from the home you have been designated. Which means if they are going to read whatever you wrote, they going to most likely be in your or the other person's domicile. [ Get it? Even if someone happens to want to read what you wrote, there's a good possibility that you'd be able to catch them! ]
[ Berkut will personally destroy anyone who thinks they can stomp all over this pitiful territory that he has been granted. More importantly, Buceph is here and he'll not allow anyone to cross his steed or snoop on his personal letters.
With that decided, he looks over at Shen Qingqiu. ]
[ He agrees with a small nod. But I think it's good that you want to protect this place! Please extend those feelings to wanting to protect Young Miss Renne, too, okay? Shen Qingqiu feels a warm feeling settle over him, like that is something possible in the future. You can't want to protect one's home without eventually wanting to protect one's new little sister. ]
The last piece of information I can give is that there is one other program on the laptop. [ How to explain. ] It is not connected to the forum or the inbox function. No matter what you write on it, it will not be posted anywhere for anyone to see. It's a good place to put one's thoughts.
[ A beat. His face loses all expression, because he adds: ] Or poetry.
You forget that I am a general, not a scholar like you.
[ The noble knights of Zofia may have had the time to dabble in such activities before the war had erupted. Berkut, however, had not and still does not. Poetry is the last thing on his mind, if it ever had been there. ]
He swallows and edits what he is about to say. Whew! I nearly said, "Since there's no war here." That would have been a pitfall! ]
There is quite a bit of free time that one can find themselves drowning in. I thought that it would not be a terrible idea for you to pick up something for yourself. Scholarly pursuits though they are... it is good for the mind to stay busy.
[ And better than concocting battle plans! I mean, you don't even know if those plans will work? I don't mean that they won't work! You're against the protagonist so they won't work, but I mean "won't work" like I don't have faith in you! But you're against the protagonist. The world is set up for the protagonist to win. So, why not take up poetry or write a story. You'd probably write a better one than Airplane-bro did. ]
[ What is worse: to suggest an incompatible activity out of forgetfulness or on purpose? Though he cannot begrudge Shen Qingqiu for extending an offer that comes from a seemingly genuine place, and so he doesn't. ]
As you say, I've picked something up. [ He gestures to the laptop. ] My hands will be full for some time. Before I begin to write, I must familiarize myself with these keys first.
[ He would rather concoct battle plans, to be honest. ]
[ Well. True. He has an idle thought that while Berkut is getting used to it that he finds some joy in it. ]
I understand. [ I really want to find you a hobby. That's it! I'm bringing apples back! I'm putting all my effort into it! A fiery determination as he decides that if Berkut isn't in the mood for poetry, he might be in the mood for horseback-riding.
But he can only imagine how depressed Buceph must be! No apples that have any flavor? Heartbreaking for any horse! So, not only as a way to pave the way to friendship with Buceph, it is a way to reinvigorate the horse to have Berkut feel like going for rides! ]
[ Oblivious to the teacher's benevolent train of thought, Buceph trots in circles outside. Due to the vines, there hasn't been much room to move around. This horse is in dire need of a run to stretch out his legs, and Berkut is well aware; there's just not much he can do about it.
At any rate, Berkut rises from his seat to show Shen Qingqiu out. ]
Then our business is finished.
[ If he has any questions down the line, he's sure he can power through them. Worse comes to worst, he can grab Shen Qingqiu again. ]
[ He gives a small nod. Please don't read any backlogs. Please don't read any backlogs. I'm giving myself a flag here, but oh my god, please... please, don't.
The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
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With those thoughts sorted, he finally smiles. ]
I suppose that it will. I hope that you find something fun or at least useful in it.
[ Is he sweating? Maybe? A little?? He hasn't forgotten the backlog and can only hope he won't have that flag plucked so soon. ]
Oh, one last thing! Everyone has ... pseudonyms. [ I almost said IDs! ] It's a code of some sort. But you can use that code to send that specific person a message. Like sending a letter straight to their door. So, if you really feel heated about something but don't want other people to read your heated words, you can always just send them a message that way.
[ I can't not give this option to you. But also!! ] But also, you can just talk to anyone that way. It is, as I said, like penning a letter specifically to one person rather than upon the open forum where all can see.
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Is this form of correspondence so secure?
[ Because he is unfamiliar with the technology behind these computers, he has no way of knowing how reliable these things are. Convenient, yes. Should sensitive material be transferred through these? Likely not.
And why this fixation on the possibility of his going after someone for what they wrote? Does Berkut strike Shen Qingqiu as the type to be that uninhibited? ]
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Opening his mouth, he is about to give some answer before he shakes his head. I can't answer if I don't understand, and I don't want to just give some nice response. ]
I don't understand the question. Secure? In what way do you mean?
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Messengers can be intercepted by prying eyes. Is the same possible on the forum?
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He offers a few small nods as he gets what Berkut is worried about. Good question! I mean, any e-mail can be hacked, but this isn't really an e-mail so there isn't any e-mail to hack. Okay, hold up. I'm gonna confuse him if I get into all of that, so let's just break it down! ]
On the forum itself, anyone can read what you write so it is not secure. It is like posting what you are writing upon a bulletin board. [ The last two words are spoken somewhat hesitantly. That something you have? I am thinking of like those boards people put like WARRANT ROBIN HOOD KICK HIS ASS. Are they called bulletin boards? ... help. ]
Messages sent to the inboxes are secure from prying eyes. However, you are right, like with messengers being intercepted... if either laptop is grabbed, so too could all messages be seen.
But here's the positive to that, Prince Berkut! The laptops themselves cannot work too far from the home you have been designated. Which means if they are going to read whatever you wrote, they going to most likely be in your or the other person's domicile. [ Get it? Even if someone happens to want to read what you wrote, there's a good possibility that you'd be able to catch them! ]
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[ Berkut will personally destroy anyone who thinks they can stomp all over this pitiful territory that he has been granted. More importantly, Buceph is here and he'll not allow anyone to cross his steed or snoop on his personal letters.
With that decided, he looks over at Shen Qingqiu. ]
What more is there to learn?
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[ He agrees with a small nod. But I think it's good that you want to protect this place! Please extend those feelings to wanting to protect Young Miss Renne, too, okay? Shen Qingqiu feels a warm feeling settle over him, like that is something possible in the future. You can't want to protect one's home without eventually wanting to protect one's new little sister. ]
The last piece of information I can give is that there is one other program on the laptop. [ How to explain. ] It is not connected to the forum or the inbox function. No matter what you write on it, it will not be posted anywhere for anyone to see. It's a good place to put one's thoughts.
[ A beat. His face loses all expression, because he adds: ] Or poetry.
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[ He levels a deadpan look at Shen Qingqiu. ]
You forget that I am a general, not a scholar like you.
[ The noble knights of Zofia may have had the time to dabble in such activities before the war had erupted. Berkut, however, had not and still does not. Poetry is the last thing on his mind, if it ever had been there. ]
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[ I worry about you!
He swallows and edits what he is about to say. Whew! I nearly said, "Since there's no war here." That would have been a pitfall! ]
There is quite a bit of free time that one can find themselves drowning in. I thought that it would not be a terrible idea for you to pick up something for yourself. Scholarly pursuits though they are... it is good for the mind to stay busy.
[ And better than concocting battle plans! I mean, you don't even know if those plans will work? I don't mean that they won't work! You're against the protagonist so they won't work, but I mean "won't work" like I don't have faith in you! But you're against the protagonist. The world is set up for the protagonist to win. So, why not take up poetry or write a story. You'd probably write a better one than Airplane-bro did. ]
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As you say, I've picked something up. [ He gestures to the laptop. ] My hands will be full for some time. Before I begin to write, I must familiarize myself with these keys first.
[ He would rather concoct battle plans, to be honest. ]
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I understand. [ I really want to find you a hobby. That's it! I'm bringing apples back! I'm putting all my effort into it! A fiery determination as he decides that if Berkut isn't in the mood for poetry, he might be in the mood for horseback-riding.
But he can only imagine how depressed Buceph must be! No apples that have any flavor? Heartbreaking for any horse! So, not only as a way to pave the way to friendship with Buceph, it is a way to reinvigorate the horse to have Berkut feel like going for rides! ]
Well. That is all that I have to teach on it.
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At any rate, Berkut rises from his seat to show Shen Qingqiu out. ]
Then our business is finished.
[ If he has any questions down the line, he's sure he can power through them. Worse comes to worst, he can grab Shen Qingqiu again. ]
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The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
Another small bow before he turns to leave. ]