Chapter 823 Increasingly Blurred Boundaries

A minute later, Pittman, who couldn't stand it any longer, patted Byron's arm: "Just cry for a while, we still have to work."

"When did I cry?" Byron stared at the little old man in front of him, "I just couldn't control my emotions for a while!"

"Just act like I didn't see it," Pitman muttered, handing Byron a handkerchief, "wipe it up, don't go out and let your soldiers see it."

"You don't understand that you haven't raised children..."

Pittman rolled his eyes: "Who hasn't raised it? Amber wasn't brought up by me - she only learned to speak when she was nearly ten years old, and I didn't have as much reaction as you at the time."

On weekdays, when it comes to eloquence, Byron believes that he does not lose to anyone. Even if Pittman is famous for his toughness, he is confident that he can talk about autism in this little old man, but at this moment, it is obvious that he is not bickering with anyone. The gray-haired knight just opened some red eyes, looking at the pea who was smiling at him, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled in layers: "It's good... Is it a comfortable place?"

"At the beginning... a little... numb..." Peadou said with some effort, but soon her voice became smoother, although it was only a sound synthesized by a sound-emitting device, it seemed to be more and more inside. The more agile feelings I have, "Now...it's much better..."

"That's good, that's good," Byron said again and again, and then turned Pea around, looking at the metal nerve cord that was quietly fitting the back of the adopted daughter's neck at the moment, "Will this sink? It will take a long time to wear it. Will it be uncomfortable?"

"Of course there is some weight," Pittman said. "After all, the weight reduction rune requires additional energy supply, and integrating the nerve cord and brain wave interaction mechanism into such a small device is itself a bit of a burden, and it is not redundant. The space can be allocated to the weight reduction rune - we will gradually improve this defect in subsequent models."

"I think...it's okay," Pea said gesturingly - even though she could make a sound, the habit she'd developed over the years made her subconsciously gesturing with her hands when she spoke, "It's not very heavy, Not tired."

"Of course, although there is no way to use the weight loss rune, we have used lighter materials as much as possible, and the overall weight is still acceptable," Pittman pinched a few beards on his chin with pride on his face "After all, we have to find a way to promote this thing to ordinary people, and comfort and ease of use are very important criteria."

With a bright smile on Byron's face, he couldn't help rubbing his hands and said, "Today is a memorable day... I'll go back and have a few drinks to celebrate..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pea next to him couldn't help frowning, and a complaining voice came from the nerve-thorn sounding device: "Dad, you usually drink too much! How many times have I asked you to? Quit drinking, why don't you listen..."

Byron's face suddenly became a little embarrassed. He was about to speak, but Pea's follow-up words were obviously not finished:

"And the first time you quit drinking, you clearly said it yourself, and you patted your chest and said that you will definitely quit within a month. It's been two years now, and you haven't quit at all...

"You're not young anymore, do you know that you have more white hair than black hair! The newspapers talk about the downsides of drinking too much, and you don't always say that Mr. Godwin is a learned man and that his words are eloquent. It makes sense, why don't you listen to it..."

Byron looked embarrassed, and as soon as he said the word "I", he heard another string of peas crackling:

"And you've been sleeping without taking a shower recently, and you have to ask me to urge you to go. You don't take care of your beard, and you need me to help you sort out your clothes every day when you go out. I really don't know how you usually live when you go out. of,

Didn't you say discipline is strict in the military?

"Uncle Philip came back two days ago, and you took him to drink, and said that you wanted to introduce Uncle Philip to a few young girls—several classmates and I were there at the time! Dad, you didn't pay attention to the influence at all, last time Ms. Kelly came to the house too. You came out in your pajamas, which surprised Ms. Kelly. She is my teacher...

"And last time, you finally took a vacation, but you wanted to..."

"Stop, stop...stop!" Byron finally saw the opportunity and shouted to stop, finally interrupted Pea's broken thoughts and looked at Pittman with a bewildered face, "What's going on... ...can this nerve thorn also affect Pea's character?!"

Pea stared at Byron and Pittman with a look of "I still have something to say now I'm reluctant to listen to you", Pittman gave Byron a strange look, and said hesitantly: " I think...it's not that it affected her character, but that she had so many things to say..."

"That's right," Pea said before Byron could speak. Obviously, she's adapted to nerve thorns very quickly, and now she can speak very smoothly with it, "I have a lot to say! It's just that I don't usually say no. Just come out, I'm slow to write, I can't speak clearly with gestures, and Dad, you don't pay attention at all..."

And then there was another crackling series, and this time Byron didn't even have a chance to interject.

Pittman looked at Byron with a sympathetic and helpless expression while being shocked, and the expressions of the assistants and researchers around him were also wonderful. Almost all of the people here knew Pea, and this child from a miserable, hard-working and sensible background. The pea in the impression has always been quiet and well-behaved, and it has never caused trouble when cooperating with the experiment in the research institute, but obviously, the nerve thorn has successfully made everyone realize the other side of the pea——

She usually doesn't speak, but there are a lot of words in her stomach.

After being slapped in the face by the peas, Byron's face became extraordinarily wonderful. He looked around in disbelief, and found that basically all the eyes were watching the excitement. Everyone's face was not malicious but made him particularly embarrassed. Smiling, Pittman also smiled and asked him, "Are you a little regretful?"

Byron opened his mouth and glanced at Pea, who was standing beside him. The embarrassed expression on his face finally turned into a smile.

"Regret XX," he said with a smile, "I think that's fine."

Peadou immediately looked over with wide eyes: "Dad, you just said dirty words! How many times has Uncle Philip told you to pay attention to your behavior, even if you don't consider your identity, you should pay attention to the influence on me... Fortunately, I was not influenced by you. ,otherwise……"

Byron: "..."

After the new round of bombing finally ended, Byron looked at Pittman a little dazedly: "Then... can we leave now?"

"Okay, there are no more test items today," Pittman said with a smile, "The practicality of neural thorns should be confirmed in the follow-up use process, and the adaptability of peas to neural thorns should be paid attention to in the next half month. , pay attention to its sleep status and whether the skin near the base of the skull has allergic reactions, and bring the nerve thorns to us to check every ten days to confirm the activity changes of the artificial nerve cord. Other than that, there is nothing to pay attention to. Yes, Pea can wear it often and feel if it is inconvenient in daily life."

Byron and Pea listened carefully and took Pittman's instructions in their hearts, and after a few seconds of silence, Byron suddenly said: "...I'm about to set off for the north, the official order has been issued, three days later to go."

The winter is coming to an end, and the task of developing the northern coast and preparing for the establishment of the Imperial Navy will begin in the spring. Byron has known about this before, and recently, the order issued by the Imperial Head of State has finally been delivered to him.

This is not a secret mission. Even news such as the construction of the North Port and the development of the North Territory had appeared in newspapers and radio programs a few days ago. Peadou knew about it for a long time. She pursed her lips and looked up at Byron. At a glance, there was only an unhappy low tremor from the talker.

"The peas are big, you can take care of yourself," Pittman looked at the special father and daughter, as if he suddenly saw a few years ago when Cecil City was just a "Cecil pioneering camp". To the middle-aged knight who suddenly had an adopted daughter and was in a hurry, seeing the little girl who was silent and obedient and nervous about the surrounding environment, several years flashed by in front of him, this old man with a lot of life experience. Druid smiled and shook his head, "We'll take care of her too."

"Then thank you in advance," Byron said, then exhaled suddenly, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "Why am I suddenly sentimental, and I usually don't have so many emotions when I go out..."

"Today is the day when my daughter calls her daddy for the first time, and every father does this," Pittman looked at Byron with a familiar expression, "don't worry, one day she will start annoying you, thinking that you don't take a bath, that you don't like it. Your clothes are sloppy, you think you can't keep up with the rhythm of young people, and you will only criticize your faults all day long, and then you will not have so many emotions..."

Byron thought for a while, then glanced at Pea awkwardly: "But I think she dislikes me now."

Pittman: "..."

"And you said so carefully, is it because you are very experienced?"

Pittman: "...If you have nothing to do, leave quickly, don't disturb my old man's experiments!"

Soon, Byron left with Peas, leaving only Pittman and the technicians he led in the lab.

The assistants began to organize the equipment they had just used, as well as the detailed process of using the nerve thorn just now, into the information that would be used later. Pittman shook his head and walked to a cabinet with a crystal glass partition. .

In the cabinet, several other spare nerve thorn devices were quietly placed on the brackets, reflecting the cold metal under the light in the cabinet.

A slight sound of the gate sliding came from not far away, and Kamuel, who was covered in blue and faint arcane brilliance, floated into the room.

"I saw Byron and Pea in the hallway just now," Carmel said, drifting toward Pittman. "Pea is wearing a nerve thorn—it looks like it's working?"

"It went very well," Pittman laughed, "and you're missing a really good part."

"To me, the success of this project is exciting enough in itself," Camille buzzed, looking at the cabinet beside Pittman, at the nerve-thorn devices." Are there three sets of finished products left... It should be time to move on to the next step."

"Combining the nerve thorns with the Type II magic terminal to create a magician who can really cast spells..." Pittman's expression became rare and serious, as if talking to himself, "At this point, the extraordinary The boundaries between ordinary people and ordinary people are almost gone..."

"Ordinary people will not only release specific spells by pressing the buttons of the machine, but also sense magic power like a real mage, and be able to use their own thoughts and spirit to guide extraordinary power, which will be an essential breakthrough, It is also what we have always wanted to achieve..." Carmel's tone was full of emotion, "At that time, 'extraordinary' will no longer be called 'extraordinary', and it will truly become every mortal person. All are qualified to touch the power."

"The Death of All Things and the Eternal Sleeper have spent seven hundred years to complete its pre-technology - although this is not their original purpose, but we can thank them at this time," Pittman winked, "brain The machine connection is the most difficult part for ordinary people to sense magic power and control spells. The nerve thorns have solved this problem, and the next work will be much simpler."

"Let's get started," the blue light on Carmel's body gradually brightened, and his tone rose, becoming extra happy and motivated, "there's still a lot to do."