Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 1371 Witnessing Ceremony
When the discussion was almost over, Muse also exposed the mechanical armament she was currently making to Angel.

The mechanical arm is indeed somewhat similar to the mech, but compared to the further concept of a fully covered and automatically operated mecha, the mechanical arm is more like a wearable exoskeleton, which reminds Angel of his own phantom limb.

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

The stronger the phantom belongs to the physical body, the stronger it is itself.

But the mechanical armament, the stronger the alchemist's technology, the stronger its effect.

Purely in terms of potential, Angel felt that phantom limbs might be even better.But mechanical armament is more convenient, and it can be enchanted, and it can also solidify spells... There are various ways to enhance it, and it can be replaced at any time, and it will not consume its own magic source.

All in all, both are somewhat similar, but each has its own advantages.From Angel's point of view, if the strength of the physical body is not considered, the phantom limbs are compared with the mechanical weapons. Once the mechanical weapons are formed, they will definitely be better.

After Muse introduced his mechanical armament, he made a request to Angel:
"Can I incorporate some of the ideas you mentioned into the mechanical armament that is being produced today?"

Muse paused: "Of course, I won't take advantage of you, and I will compensate you accordingly."

Angel was stunned for a moment. What he was actually talking about was just ideas and concepts, and there was still a long way to go before the real implementation.If Muse wants to implement these ideas, there may be a long way to go.

Moreover, what he said before, he had also told Midora, so Angel didn't think about cherishing himself with his broom.

Angel nodded: "Of course, you don't need to pay anything..."

"Ahem." Before Angel could finish speaking, Midora suddenly coughed and interrupted Angel's words.

When Angel looked over suspiciously, Midora gave him a wink.

Angel nodded half-understood, and continued: "I'm looking forward to what the mechanical armament will look like after incorporating the mecha concept."

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 concept of mechas you mentioned, this has made me stagnate for a long time. I have a new idea. The idea. It is estimated that the finished product will be released in a short time. At that time, I will inform you as soon as possible."

Angel nodded, and a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

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

Angor has no plans to refine mechas recently, so facing the expectations of Muse, he can only put on a smiley expression.

When the atmosphere was still harmonious, suddenly, a light blue human-shaped light spirit emerged from the ground.

"Antonio, what's the matter with you?" Muse looked at the humanoid spirit emitting blue light, his face was blurred, and only a faint light could be seen.

Antonio bowed softly to Muse like a steward of a noble family: "My lord, excuse me, there are already a few people in the meeting room who are ready to leave. If you don't come again, the remaining number is probably not enough to witness The addition of new members."

"Really?" Muse took out a mechanical pocket watch, looked at the time, and muttered, "We've only talked for an hour, what's the rush?"

Antonio still said unhurriedly: "Yes, my lord only chatted with Mr. Pat for an hour, but you have already called them in an hour before that. So, they have waited for more than two hours on average. Hour."

Muse stood up cursingly: "Okay, let's stop talking today, let's go and do the chores first."

"That's not a trivial matter, it's a ritual that existed in the past."

"Isn't it just a witnessing ceremony, and I don't know why it's so solemn." Muse muttered, then turned to Angel and said, "Let's go, although this is just a cutscene, it always needs to go through it again. of."

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

Midora also said at this time: "Joining the R&D Institute does require a cutscene, and Muse asked you to come here, which is actually why. Let's go, those alchemists have been waiting for several hours, and they are probably a little impatient."

Following Midora's narration, Angel also gradually understood that this so-called cutscene was actually a new member, who needed to be recognized by at least ten members of the R&D Institute.Of course, for Muse, this is indeed a formality, because once he agrees, even if the other members don't like Angel, they will not deliberately stop it.

On their way to the conference room, Midora said in a low voice: "Remember, since Muse wants to compensate you, don't refuse. He is a thick-skinned guy, so if you refuse compensation, He would certainly be happy to oblige."

"Maybe to you, this concept is nothing, but to Muse, it is a kind of conflict in thinking. For an alchemist of his level, an inspiration is already very valuable, let alone directly A confrontation of thoughts." Midora paused: "And the compensation he gave you will definitely not let you down."

While they were chatting, Muse, who was at the forefront, had already turned around and left the Hall of Creation.

Angel originally thought that the conference room was inside the Hall of Creation, but Muse led them along the path outside the hall, all the way down the cliff-like wall.

The "zigzag" route kept going down, without crossing the ground or the abyss, and then passed through a bright gate. Angel noticed that there was actually an upside-down sky behind the gate.

After looking carefully, I found that this place is already outside the tower of the R&D institute.

Crossing a mechanical arch bridge made of steel, they arrived at a Skyrim Fortress floating in mid-air.

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

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

"Actually, according to the procedure of the ceremony, there will be an alchemist to observe the ceremony, but this time Muse decides that you join the R&D Institute, it is sudden. So, this step is saved." Midora explained: "Just Even the ten witness members were actually handmade."

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

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

It wasn't until Angel took his seat that he noticed that there were more than 30 seats on the long table, but one third of them were empty.

And the people who were seated, actually looked carefully, and found that they were basically not real people.

It was all some kind of illusion.

"This is not aimed at you. In fact, most of the members of the research and development institute are lazy, and they basically show up in this way every time they witness the ceremony. What's more, this time because of the sudden incident, the dean suddenly wanted to hold a witness ceremony, so many Even if the members wanted to rush over, there was nothing they could do.”

The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman. She was also not a real person, but an illusion.

She is the closest to Angor, sitting on his right side.

Seeing Angel looking over, she smiled and said, "My name is Portia, and I'm an alchemist in pharmacy in Konsha Hill."

Angel nodded 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 from the witnessing ceremony, but there is one exception." Portia looked at a certain seat on the table, with an invisible light shining in her eyes: "This time it is the mother-in-law. This is the first time in thousands of years to participate with a real body, it seems that she is very optimistic about you."

Angel followed Portia's gaze and stared blankly.

Angel doesn't know how the ranking here is calculated, but Angel estimated that the closer to the main position, the higher the status should be.

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

It was Granny Nail that Angel had met not long ago.

The master of the nail alchemy house!

Perhaps because she noticed Angor's gaze, Granny Nail turned her head to look at Angor, and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

"Grandma Nail is also a member of the R&D institute?"

Portia nodded: "Yes, mother-in-law is not only an official member, but also a veteran member. She created many brilliant works a thousand years ago, but she fell silent because of some things."

Angel nodded as if realizing something.He still remembered that when he met Granny Nail for the first time, Granny Nail once said: "My name? It's been too long, I've forgotten it."

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

Angel didn't know the story of Granny Nail, which silenced her and made her unwilling to mention the past, including her own name.However, Angor felt a little relieved to see this familiar person in the research and development institute.

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

The people here, Angel basically looked familiar, they were all well-known alchemy masters in the southern region.However, their attitudes are not as obvious as Granny Nail, or Midora and others, with ambiguous expressions, and occasionally looking at Angel, it is more scrutiny and curiosity.

Angel couldn't tell whether they were good or evil 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 basically they have already made a preset position. It's not going to be a big deal. Members who really make people uncomfortable , it 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, and continued, "Have you heard of grafting a madman?"

(End of this chapter)