Main Text Volume Chapter 1372 Witnessing the Ceremony

When the discussion was almost over, Muse also exposed the mechanical weapon she was currently making to Angel.

Mechanical weapons are indeed somewhat similar to mechas, but compared to the further concept of fully covered and automatically operated mechas, mechanical weapons are more like wearable exoskeletons, which reminds Angel of his phantom limbs.

However, after careful comparison, there is still a difference between phantom limbs and phantom limbs.

The stronger the flesh, the stronger it is.

But for mechanical weapons, the stronger the alchemist's skills, the stronger its effect.

In terms of potential alone, Angel thinks that phantom limbs may be better. But mechanical weapons are simple, and they can be enchanted and solidified... There are various ways to enhance them, and they can be replaced at any time, and they will not consume their own magic source.

In short, the two are similar to some extent, but each has its own advantages. In Angel's view, if the physical strength is not considered, the mechanical weapons will definitely be better once they are formed.

After Muse introduced his mechanical weapons, he made a request to Angel:

"Can I incorporate some of the ideas you mentioned into the mechanical weapons that are being made now?"

Muse paused: "Of course, I won't take advantage of you and will give you corresponding compensation."

Angel was stunned for a moment. What he actually said were just ideas and concepts, and there was still a long way to go before they were truly implemented. If Muse wanted to implement these ideas, there would probably be a long way to go.

Moreover, what he said before was also said to Midora, so Angel didn't think of keeping it to himself.

Angel nodded: "Of course, there is no need to give any compensation..."

"Ahem." Before Angel finished speaking, Midora suddenly coughed and interrupted Angel.

When Angel looked over in confusion, Midora gave him a look.

Angel nodded, not quite understanding, and continued: "I am looking forward to what the mechanical weapons will look like after the mecha concept is integrated."

Muse also noticed Midora's eyes. A dark light flashed in Muse's eyes, but his expression did not change: "Now that I have the mecha concept you mentioned, it has given me a new idea for my thinking that has been stagnant for a long time. It is estimated that the finished product will be ready soon. When the time comes, I will notify you as soon as possible."

Angel nodded, and his eyes also showed expectation.

"Similarly, I am also looking forward to the mecha you mentioned." Muse said.

Angel has no plans to refine mechas recently, so in the face of Muse's expectations, he can only put on a smile but not say anything.

When the atmosphere was still harmonious, suddenly, a light blue humanoid light spirit drilled out from the ground.

"Antonio, what can I do for you?" Muse looked at the humanoid spirit emitting blue light. His face was blurred and only a faint light could be seen.

Antonio bowed gently to Muse like a butler of a noble family: "My Lord, excuse me for interrupting you. Several people in the meeting room are ready to leave. If you don't come, the remaining number of people will not be enough to witness the joining of new members."

"Really?" Muse took out a mechanical pocket watch, checked the time, and muttered: "We have only talked for an hour, why are you in such a hurry?"

Antonio said slowly: "Yes, my Lord and Mr. Pat only talked for an hour, but you had called them in an hour before that. So, he We have been waiting for more than two hours on average. "

Muse stood up and cursed: "Okay, let's stop talking today and go and do the trivial things first."

"That's not a trivial matter, it's a ceremony that has existed for generations."

"Isn't it just a witnessing ceremony? I don't know why it has to be so solemn." Muse muttered, then turned to Angel and said: "Let's go. Although this is just a scene, we always need to go through it again."

Muse walked forward first, and Antonio turned around and nodded to Angel with his blurred face, then disappeared.

Medolla also said at this time: "Joining the R&D Institute does require a scene. Muse asked you to come here, in fact, for this reason. Let's go. The group of alchemists have been waiting for several hours and are probably a little impatient."

As Medolla narrated, Angel gradually understood this so-called scene. In fact, new members need to get the nods of at least ten members of the R&D Institute before they can be recognized. Of course, for Muse, this was just a formality, because once he agreed, other members would not deliberately stop him even if they didn't like Angel.

On their way to the meeting room, Midora whispered: "Remember, since Muse said he would compensate you, you must not refuse. He is a thick-skinned guy. If you refuse to compensate, he will definitely agree."

"Maybe this concept is nothing to you, but for Muse, this is a conflict of thought. For an alchemist of his level, an inspiration is already very valuable, not to mention a direct confrontation of thoughts." Midora paused: "And the compensation he gives you will definitely not disappoint you."

While they were chatting, Muse, who was walking in the front, had turned around and left the Creation Hall.

Angel originally thought that the meeting room was in the Creation Hall, but Muse led them along the path outside the hall, always walking down along the cliff-like wall.

The zigzag route continued downward, submerging the ground and the abyss, and then passed through a bright door. Angel noticed that behind the door was a piece of sky hanging upside down.

After taking a closer look, I discovered that this place was actually outside the high tower of the R&D Institute.

Passing through the mechanical arch bridge made of steel, they arrived at a sky fortress floating in mid-air.

Inside the fortress is a rotunda hall. In the center of the hall is a long table, illuminated by overhead lights.

Around the long table, there are many seats set up like a court auditorium. But at this time, there was no one on the seat.

"Actually, according to the ritual process, there will be alchemists coming to observe the ceremony, but this time Muse's decision for you to join the R&D Institute is sudden. Therefore, this step is omitted." Midora explained: "That's it. Even the ten members who testified were actually made up of others.”

Muse sat directly at the main seat of the long table, while Angel was arranged in the host and guest seats opposite him.

Midora patted Angel on the shoulder, then found his seat and sat down.

After Angel took his seat, he noticed that there were more than thirty seats on this long table, but one third was empty.

As for the people sitting there, if you look carefully, you will find that most of them are not real people.

It's all some kind of illusion.

"This is not aimed at you. In fact, most of the members of the R&D Institute are very lazy. Basically, they show up in this way every time they witness the ceremony. What's more, this time, because the incident happened suddenly, the dean suddenly wanted to hold a witness ceremony, so many Even if the members want to come over, there is nothing they can do.”

The speaker is a middle-aged woman. She is also not a real person, but an illusion.

She was closest to Angel, sitting on his right side.

Seeing Angel looking over, she smiled and said: "My name is Portia. I am currently an alchemist in pharmacy at Kongsha Hill."

Angel nodded somewhat cautiously: "My name is..."

"Angel Pat. I am very familiar with your name." Portia smiled and said, "I also read Yingdu Yeyu."

Portia smiled and talked to Angel. While Angel was listening, he was also thinking. He always felt as if he had heard Portia's name somewhere...

"Although due to special reasons, not many members came back to witness the ceremony, there is an exception." Portia looked at a seat on the table, her eyes flashing with a light that made it difficult to see: "This time it is my mother-in-law. It’s the first time in a thousand years that I’m participating with my real body. It seems that she is very optimistic about you.”

Angel followed Portia's gaze and looked over, his eyes stunned.

Angel didn't know how the rankings here were calculated, but Angel estimated that the closer to the main position, the higher the status.

At this time, sitting on the left side of the Muse was Midora; on his right side was also the "mother-in-law" in Portia's mouth, and Angel was no stranger to her.

It was the Nail Granny whom Angel had met not long ago.

The owner of Nail Alchemy House!

Perhaps noticing Angel's gaze, Granny Nail turned back to look at Angel and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

"Mother-in-law Nail is also a member of the R&D Institute?"

Portia nodded: "Yes, my mother-in-law is not only a formal member, but also a veteran member. She created many glorious works thousands of years ago, but then fell silent due to some things."

Angel nodded as if he had some understanding. He still remembered that when he first met Granny Nail, Granny Nail once said: "My name? It's been so long that I have forgotten it."

When Granny Nail said these words, there was nostalgia in her eyes, which showed that she didn't really forget, she just didn't want to say it.

Angel didn't know what the story of Granny Nail was, which silenced her and made her reluctant to mention the past, including her own name. However, Angel felt a little relieved to see this relatively familiar person in the R&D institute.

After Angel saw Granny Nail, he was also observing the other people on the table.

The people here basically looked familiar to Angel. They were all famous alchemy masters in the Southern Region. However, their attitudes were not as obvious as those of Granny Nail or Midora. Their expressions were ambiguous. Occasionally, when they looked at Angel, they were more scrutinizing and curious.

Angel also couldn't tell whether they were good or bad to him.

Portia seemed to see what Angel was thinking, and explained to him with a smile: "Actually, they will come in response to the dean, and they have basically already preset positions, so nothing will happen. Members who really make people uncomfortable. , but they didn’t show up this time.”

When Portia said this, she looked at an empty seat in the middle of the long table.

"Do you know who owns that position?" Portia didn't expect Angel to answer, so she continued: "Have you ever heard of the Grafting Maniac?"