Endless Debt

There were many twists and turns in the process, but in the end the two people's stronghold was initially set up, which fully met the Field Support Department's requirements for the stronghold.

Palmer said he wanted to enjoy the fruits of his labor, so he lay down on the single bed and rested. In fact, this guy just didn't want to work. He would never let go of this opportunity to be an honest salary thief.

Boluogo walked around the alchemy workshop to understand the environment, while Aimu followed him and explained to him.

"Most of the rooms on the first floor are warehouses, where many materials are stored. They are also considered living areas. The kitchen and other things are also here."

Aimu was like a tour guide, carefully explaining to Boluogo, "The second floor is the experimental area. It is best not to come here often. Many experiments are conducted here."

"The third floor is the teacher's private territory. He does not allow anyone to go to the third floor without his consent," Aimu added, "But generally speaking, the teacher himself will not go to the third floor. He usually Rest in the experimental area on the second floor."

"Is there anything in the third floor?"

Boluogo asked, if TEDA has any secrets, they must be hidden on the third floor.

"I don't know, I haven't been there either." Aimu shrugged, and the halo in his eyes shrank.

The two came to the center of the first floor. When they raised their heads, they could see that the ceiling above their heads had been penetrated, reaching the top of the third floor. A thick black spire was located in it, with bright light floating on it, accompanied by the surge of ether. There was movement, and there was also a mechanical buzzing sound coming from the minaret.

"This is the hub tower. It runs through the entire building. While supplying energy for experiments, it also maintains the stability of the virtual domain." Aimu introduced.

"Unless necessary, please stay away from here, especially your partner."

Aimu put her hands on her hips and became serious. When she was serious, the halo in her eyes would stop rotating and freeze in place.

"Are you warning?"

Boluoge looked at her doubtfully. Judging from the words, Aimu was indeed warning him, but combined with her actions and cold tone, it gave Boluogo a strange feeling.

"Huh? Isn't that enough of a warning?"

Aimu is like an actor who makes a mistake in his performance and consults the director for advice.

"If you want to warn me, your tone should be stronger, not cold," Bologo said.

"That's it..." Aimu touched his throat, "I'm still optimizing my vocal cords, so I can only use this tone for the time being."

This sounds really amazing. For Aimu, everything about the body can be adjusted.

"The other thing is...why are you akimbo?"

Borogo continued, saying that Aimu acted like an angry female character in a romance drama.

"I read that in novels, when a female character is angry, she will put her hands on her hips and yell." Aimu said.

"What novel are you reading?"

"Using your human classification, it should be a love novel," Aimu looked at Boluogo up and down, and then said, "This kind of novel describing courtship should be very suitable for men like you, right?"

"ah……"

Boluogo felt a headache. He felt that he was facing a strange life. Although she had a human appearance and the same way of thinking as humans, it was obvious that she had not been in this world for a long time, and Cognition basically comes from various books.

It can be said that the theoretical knowledge is sufficient, but there is no practical practice.

"Theory requires practice." Bologo said.

"I'm practicing now. How's the practical effect?" Aimu asked excitedly.

"Failure, complete failure."

Boluogo gave Amu a big cross for imitating humans.

However, Bologg doesn't hate Aimu. This guy is indeed a being with zero practice, as if he was born in this world. Sometimes her actions look silly and clumsy, but Bologg likes this kind of thing. A feeling of innocence.

He has witnessed too much bad darkness, and a healthy mind sometimes needs something warm to spice it up.

"Is that so?"

The halo in his eyes shrank, and Aimu leaned aside with a bit of disappointment.

"It's okay. You can learn slowly. We will always be here in the future."

After hearing Boluogo's words, the deflated halo propped up again. Although Aimu's expression fluctuated very little, it was too easy to guess her mood through the changes in the halo.

In Bolog's view, Aimu is like a child who has been locked up by Teda for a long time. She is full of curiosity about the outside world. She reads about the splendor of the world over and over in books, and then learns and imitates clumsily.

Just like a man born in the desert, he learned how to control a sailboat from an early age.

Today, Aimu is very happy and active. In the small closed world of the alchemy workshop, there are few changes in this monotonous world. The arrival of Boluogo and Palmer is undoubtedly a falling meteorite, which has brought a sudden change to the dead silence. The atmosphere stirred up waves.

"Speaking of which, you have a familiar smell."

Aimu suddenly approached Boluoge and made a sniffing gesture.

Boluogo became vigilant instinctively, and then slowly relaxed, his eyes darkened.

Recently, too many people have mentioned "familiar smell" to him, and all of them are so bad that Boluogo has even developed a stress disorder in response to this sentence.

"Can you let me see it?" Aimu stretched out his hand and asked.

She didn't say what it was, but Boluogo understood her meaning so directly, and the thing pointed by Aimu also became strangely agitated at this time, even though Boluogo didn't call it.

Boluogo raised his hand, and a small silver snake protruded from his sleeve, wrapped around Boluogo's fingertips, and stretched out his small body.

With the injection of ether, it became more and more active, like a real snake.

"This is your work," said Borogo.

"Hmm, I didn't expect to see it again."

Aimu looked happier. She reached out and stroked the silver snake. It was obviously a cold dead thing driven by ether, but in Aimu's eyes, it seemed to have real vitality.

"Actually, I felt it the day you came, but you and the teacher had something serious to talk about, so I didn't interrupt."

It's strange that Aimu is ignorant and naive in some aspects, but in other aspects, she is truly human, and she can even read the atmosphere.

Burlogo wishes Palmer could learn to read the atmosphere, too.

"This is very good, thank you."

Bologg thanked Aimu. He liked this alchemy weapon very much. It was changeable and cunning, and it helped Bologg solve the problem of carrying metal with him to a great extent.

The Hand of Recruitment can only control real-life substances, which causes Boluogo to be greatly affected by the environment when fighting. In order to make up for this flaw, he often carries a pile of steel plates on his body as metal for recruitment.

But it's different with the snake scale fluid. This weird distortion product, combined with its own proliferation ability, can make Boluogo in a metal paradise at any time, wielding deadly iron swords one after another, throwing Groups of iron spears appeared.

The only flaw is that the proliferation of Snake Scale Silver also requires ether, and the more it proliferates, the greater the amount of ether consumed. Even if Bologo is a condenser who controls the "narrow and sharp" tendency of the school, high strength During combat, the ether will often be depleted.

On top of that, the depletion of the aether would also limit his ability to resurrect from the dead.

"You're welcome, this thing will only show its value if it is placed in the hands of the right person." Aimu said.

"I'm surprised that creations will also try to create things," Bologg stared at Aimu's eyes, staring at the halo in his blue pupils, "This thing is your creation."

The halo trembled, and Boluogo thought she was probably raising an eyebrow.

"Why would you want to create this thing? Just learn alchemy?"

Boluogo continued to ask, he felt that Aimu was very wonderful, wonderful in every sense. Not only did she awaken her consciousness and felt that she needed a name, but she was also constantly learning and optimizing herself, and she even Created his own creation.

Teda was probably immersed in the joy of research and teaching and did not realize this, but in Bolog's eyes, Amu was almost indistinguishable from a human being except for her body.

Learn, use and create.

This made Boluogo become infinitely curious about Aimu, and it also made Boluogo start to think, what is hidden under Aimu's cold cheek?

"Um……"

Aimu began to think, while Boluogo continued to stare into her eyes.

Boluogo realized that when Aimu was running stably, the halo in her eyes would rotate back and forth in a small amount, and when she was thinking, the rotation amplitude and reciprocating speed of the halo would gradually increase.

Now the halo in Aimu's eyes was reciprocating rapidly, and suddenly the speed dropped sharply and returned to the normal state. Boluogo knew that she had finished thinking.

"Human beings are very fragile."

Aimu said, she still looked expressionless, her tone was cold, and her aura was frozen.

“A fragile life composed of fragile bones, fragile flesh, fragile nerves, and fragile will.

Human beings need to eat every once in a while to maintain life. In their short lives, a large part of their time is spent in dormancy. They also need oxygen to breathe for their flesh and blood. Once they are out of this gas for a period of time, they will suffocate. And die. "

Under Amu's narration, human flesh and blood seemed so cowardly.

"But even with such a body, it still created so many interesting things... and me." Aimu looked down at his dark hands.

"I think that when humans create so many interesting things, they probably hope to leave traces on this world, right?"

"trace?"

"Trace that proves your existence."

Aimu struggled to formulate her thoughts in words, which was difficult for her.

"Every life is bound by destined death, and all things decline, but the world lasts forever, just like the marks on a tombstone. As long as these marks remain in the world, life does not really die."

"You created it? You wanted to leave a mark, did you think you were going to die?"

Bologg asked seriously. During the long time in the dark cell, Bologg had thought about many things seriously, just like a philosopher.

Sometimes Boluogo thinks that maybe human beings are the only beings who know their own mortality, but now Aimu actually understands the existence of death.

For the alchemy doll, there is no death. What awaits Amu is only damage and shutdown, but she regards this fate as death.

"Nothing lasts forever, even if I am shaped by multiple alchemical materials, even if the traces left by human beings' desperate efforts, everything will disappear."

Aimu hugged the silver snake with both hands, his voice filled with joy.

"But I still want the traces to last longer, just longer."