Main Text Volume Chapter 1371 Schizophrenia

The Creation Hall is actually nothing special. It is just a larger mechanical house. The ubiquitous gears, chains, and mechanical structures with various functions make this house protected to the highest point.

On both sides of the hall gate, there is a steel column.

Angell just came to the hall gate and heard a voice before he stepped in: "Welcome new members to the Creation Hall. My name is Antonio, and I am the god guarding the hall gate."

Angel looked up and saw that the person who spoke was a brass-skinned mechanical lion wearing a polite hat sitting on the steel column on the left. When its mouth opened and closed, the gears inside could be seen.

"Oh, Antonio, your bravery made me fall at first sight. If I encounter danger, can I come to you, dear Antonio?" The person who spoke at this time was a spinning dancer on the steel column on the right. It was also a mechanical structure and looked a bit like a dancing doll in a music box.

"Of course, I am protecting the temple as well as you, my Nanesha."

Every word was full of absurd and funny dramatic tone, and most importantly,

Midorah listened to this conversation with a dark face and said expressionlessly: "Please, next time you are schizophrenic, you can actually change your voice. If you speak with the same voice, I will think it is not a spinning dancer, but a spinning male dancer."

The reason why Angel felt funny was that they spoke with the same voice, that is, the lazy male voice before.

"It doesn't matter what voice you use, what matters is the meaning you want to express." The spinning dancer stopped spinning, lowered her head, and looked at Angel with cold eyes: "New member, Antonio is a real spirit. When you are within the scope of the R&D Institute, if you feel danger, as long as you call Antonio, it will protect your safety in the first time."

Angel looked puzzled. What other dangers can he encounter in the R&D Institute?

"For example, if you have a bad relationship with an alchemist and he wants to deal with you in the R&D Institute; or if you encounter some unknown risks in your experiments, Antonio will become your guardian spirit."

After the spinning dancer finished speaking, she began to spin again and sang.

At this time, Midora also said to Angel: "He is right, Antonio is the spirit of the R&D Institute. You can call it for anything, whether it is dangerous or not. It is much more reliable than someone."

A gust of cold wind blew behind him, and Angel always felt that the "someone" in Midora's mouth should be looking at them gloomily at this time.

"Go in, didn't you ask me what I asked you to do in the R&D Institute?" Midora took the lead and stepped forward: "In fact, it is a certain unreliable person who wants to see you."

The door of the Creation Hall was pushed open, and Angel and Midora followed in.

The R&D Institute that Angel had imagined before was actually a variety of experimental tables and various experimental tools. But until now, Angel had never seen such a scene, until now.

There was no empty hall in the Creation Hall, but a laboratory that was dozens of meters high and divided into six floors.

In each floor of the laboratory, people could be seen moving around.

Everyone was doing different tasks back and forth, which was exactly the lively scene that Angel had imagined before. However, when he looked closely, he found that those who were concentrating on the experimental work were not real people at all, but mechanical puppets with their joints exposed.

At a glance, there were at least thousands of mechanical puppets in the six-story laboratory.

Angel looked shocked. He knew that some alchemists would use non-living things such as alchemy puppets as assistants, but it was still incredible to see so many mechanical puppets doing alchemy experiments.

"Are all the laboratories in the R&D Institute like this?" Angel couldn't help asking.

Midora shook her head: "Only someone would be so lazy."

"Lazy? Not really. After all, my qualifications are so mediocre that I can only use more mechanical dolls to help me verify my conjectures through enumeration. This will allow me to find the most suitable one among many possibilities." A leisurely and lazy voice came from the side.

Angel originally thought that it was just like the mechanical birds and mechanical lions outside, and it was the performance of "someone's schizophrenia" in Midora's mouth, but when he looked back, he found that the person who was speaking was a young man sitting at a desk.

His desk was full of various documents and files, and mechanical dolls kept coming out of the laboratory building and handing him the information in their hands.

When Angel looked over, he saw a mechanical puppet flying down from the sixth-floor laboratory and handed over a document, saying, "Dean, this is the latest test result. After the improvement, the bearing force of the right arm has reduced the loss rate by 2%."

"Just reduce the loss rate? There is no other performance improvement?" The young man frowned and took a look at the document: "Keep these points, record the rest, and then use the improved method of Article 1737 to test again."

The mechanical puppet took the improved method and returned to the sixth-floor laboratory. Because each floor of the laboratory here is separated by transparent glass, Angel can clearly see that as soon as this mechanical puppet returned to the laboratory, it immediately told the puppets on the entire floor the improved method, and soon all the puppets started to move.

"Are all the mechanical puppets on the sixth floor studying the same thing?" Angel asked.

Midora shook his head: "Not only the sixth floor, but all the floors here are studying the same thing, but the parts are different."

Midora paused and looked at Angel: "Speaking of which, the research is actually somewhat related to you."

"Related to me?"

Midora nodded: "Do you still remember the arm you made for your friend?"

Angel was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered something he had mentioned when he was studying with Midora a few years ago: "Mechanical arm?"

"Yes, it is mechanical arm." Midora smiled and said: "The drawing of the mechanical arm you designed gave someone a lot of inspiration."

What Midora didn't say was that it was because someone saw the arm drawing in person and witnessed Angel replacing it for his friend that he had an idea and gave Angel the access card of the R&D Institute.

The 'someone' in Midora's mouth also came over at this time.

"Midora is right. The mechanical arm you made has given me a lot of inspiration." The visitor smiled and said, "I am Muse. Welcome to join us."

Muse...Muse?! Angel looked at the handsome young man in front of him in surprise. Is he Muse?

The one who is rumored to be one of the two city lords of the Sky Mechanical City and the currently recognized strongest mechanical alchemist, the 'mediocrity' Muse?!

Angel was still in shock, and even when he introduced himself, he was still a little stiff.

After listening, Muse still smiled and said, "I actually know you better than you think."

Muse paused and changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I am looking forward to the concept of 'mecha' you mentioned to me. I hope that one day, I can see it with my own eyes."

Angel's head was full of question marks. When did he mention the concept of mecha to Muse? He only told Midora? Did Midora tell Muse?

When Angel was secretly wondering, Midora whispered, "Do you think I have the right to give you the access card of the R&D Institute? When I installed the mechanical arm for your friend, it was not me who was there, but someone who loved schizophrenia and transformed into my appearance."

Midora's words made Angel feel a little fantasy, but thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true. Sanders had mentioned before that only the director of the R&D Institute was qualified to issue access cards, and now the director of the R&D Institute is not Midora, but Muse!

Someone who loves schizophrenia turned around and looked at Midora with a kind look, and the kindness in his eyes almost overflowed: "It seems that our potion master has not only taken over the qualification to sit in the R&D Institute in advance, but now he is planning to extend his time in office? I am really touched."

Midora shook his head fiercely: "I am not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Muse's mouth curled up, ignoring Midora's trembling body, but looked at Angel: "I wanted to discuss the concept of mecha with you before, and now you are here at the right time, why don't we sit down and talk?"

Angel was stunned for a moment: "Lord Muse called me here for this matter?"

"I have another reason to ask you to come, but compared to those unimportant things, I want to know more about the concept of mecha you mentioned before." Muse snapped his fingers, and several tables and chairs appeared out of thin air on the ground.

After motioning Angel to sit down, Muse did not make other greetings and directly asked about the things he cared about.

Angell had had an in-depth discussion with Midora about the concept of mechas. At that time, Angell also carefully studied the information in the holographic tablet, so it was not unfamiliar to him now.

The concept of ‘mechas’ that Angell expounded was derived from the military technology of the earth, but it was only the general framework. Angell still elaborated on the details from the perspective of an alchemist.

Muse nodded repeatedly, and when Angell finished his explanation, he immediately asked several questions that he was curious about.

Many of these questions were very sharp, and Angell could answer some of them, and some of them could not.

Most of the questions that could not be answered were due to the differences between the two different civilizations. Angell wanted to use the alchemist's method to copy a mecha from the earth, and there were many areas that needed to be improved, and these all required long-term research. Angell naturally could not give the answer immediately.

However, what Angell said had already made Muse very satisfied.

Although some of Angell's questions were just ideas, and these ideas were obviously unreasonable, it didn't matter. After all, alchemy itself would have many problems, and when problems appeared, they just needed to be solved.

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