"Three months!" Pandora imdiately said.
"Three months, huh, not too long, I will look forward to it." Richard smiled, then asked, "If there’s any difficulty, you can tell . I can help solve it."
"There is indeed a difficulty. The main problem now is the lack of high-quality bones," the Witch Demon Elder spoke at this mont, looking at Richard. "The bones we are using now are ones I previously took ti to dig from graves outside, limited in number, with barely passable quality, but usable. However, once these bones are used up and we want to continue working, we will have to dig graves again, and by then, whether we can find suitable bones, it’s hard to say."
"Digging graves?" Richard shook his head after listening, "No need for such trouble, let help you solve it. I will get you enough high-quality bones."
"How will you solve it? Do you know where there are abandoned graves nearby?" the Witch Demon Elder asked curiously.
"I don’t know." Richard replied, "But I have money."
The Witch Demon Elder was stunned.
"Alright, I will buy the bones back for you in a few days, that’s it." Richard said, eager to check the operation status of the geothermal power machine outside, turned around and left Eden.
Watching Richard leave, the Witch Demon Elder regained a normal expression after a while, muttering to himself, "You can actually buy... bones? Well, that’s really sothing I hadn’t thought of. But even if I thought of it, it wouldn’t be useful, after all, no money."
Turning back to the new skull in front of him, the Witch Demon Elder said to Pandora, "Alright, let’s continue."
"Mm." Pandora nodded, motivated, "We must strive to complete it within three months."
"Complete in three months?" The Witch Demon Elder hesitated slightly, giving Pandora a look, thought for a mont, and said, "That... little girl, you know, when I held up three fingers, it didn’t actually an three months, the ti is a bit longer."
"Longer?" Pandora frowned, "Three years?"
"Even longer."
"Thirty years?!" Pandora frowned tightly, her expression slightly astonished.
"Alas." The Witch Demon Elder sighed, "In fact, I wanted to say... three hundred years, don’t give that look, you must know what we are making is ’Futu’. If we can make it before consuming all my remaining lifespan, that’s a good thing."
Pandora’s eyes widened, couldn’t help but ask, "What if it’s only three months? I told Richard, only three months. What can be made in three months?"
"Who knows." The Witch Demon Elder said, "Let’s take it step by step."
"Alright..." Pandora pouted, sowhat unwilling.
...
While Pandora and the Witch Demon Elder were busy, Research Room No.3 wasn’t entirely silent.
Tin Wood was fixed in a transparent glass pool, continuously absorbing energy from the void, supplying it to the energy system in Eden, while the top of the tree surged with purple light, stabilizing another stream of energy transmitted from the outside.
This continued for a few minutes, when suddenly the needle on the energy controller in Research Room No.3 sharply swayed, indicating a large range of energy fluctuation. However, it quickly returned to normal, and imdiately a part of the purple light at the top of Tin Wood was dyed red.
The red light surged madly, like flas burning fiercely, and then slowly moved downward, like a viscous liquid covering the entire trunk of Tin Wood, making it look like a red-hot iron rod.
After about a dozen seconds, the red light gradually seeped under the bark of Tin Wood and into the trunk, disappearing without a trace.
On the trunk, Tin Wood revealed a human face, with a sowhat satisfied expression, after savoring it, glanced at the entrance and murmured to itself in a barely audible voice, "Stabilizing energy always results in loss, right. Yes, stabilizing energy definitely cos with loss, that’s normal, heh."
Speaking softly, the entire face of Tin Wood slowly hid back under the trunk, as if nothing had happened.
...
Outside the door.
The Eight-Ard Skeleton leaned against the wall, continuously knocking on itself with a bone.
Compared to before, the place slightly different was that it had taken off the bone from the left lower leg to knock on the right leg previously, but now it was taking off the bone from the right lower leg to knock on the left leg.
"Bang bang bang, bang! Bang bang bang, bang!"
The Eight-Ard Skeleton knocked while watching Pandora and the Witch Demon Elder busy in the distance, the knocking sound rhythmic.
Knocking for a while, the Eight-Ard Skeleton suddenly paused, slightly turned its head towards the wall behind him, as if discovering so change. The fla burning in its left eye socket remained calm, while the fla in the right eye socket flared up, becoming more intense and the bizarre pupil was extrely noticeable.
After watching for a long ti, the Eight-Ard Skeleton turned its head back and continued to knock with the bone, with a slight change in rhythm.
"Bang bang bang, bang, bang bang bang! Bang bang bang, bang, bang bang bang!"
But Pandora and the Witch Demon Elder were both busy, not noticing this change at all.
The Eight-Ard Skeleton didn’t mind either, knocking steadily, looking very calm.
...
At the sa ti, in another corner of the world.
Here was a huge room over fifty ters long and wide, more than ten ters high, spacious like a palace, with the ground, walls, and ceiling covered with black square stone blocks a ter on each side, the tone solemn. Dozens of bronze lamp posts more than a ter high stood scattered on the floor, their tops burning with a ghostly green fla, like ghostly fire. The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere was indescribably solemn, oppressive, dignified, and mysterious, the air seed frozen.
In the center of the floor was a gray-white long table over three ters long. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the table top and legs were integrated, and its surface was smooth like white jade, cut from a single, complete bone—by this one can imagine how massive the original bone was.
Behind the bone table was a gray-white high-backed bone chair of the sa material, on which an elderly-looking man sat, silently perusing so docunts placed on the bone table. His hand wore a colorful seven-colored ring, seemingly cast from a rainbow.
After reading for a few minutes, the man’s eyebrow suddenly twitched as he took out a particular docunt to read carefully. Appearing sowhat entranced, his mouth faintly voiced, "Containnt... out of control..."
"Creak!"
With a light sound, a small door two ters high and one ter wide on one of the walls in the room opened, and a short, plump figure walked in.
His body appeared to weigh over two hundred pounds, his height only one and a half ters, looking rather comical, but he moved quickly and agilely, showing no inconvenience. During his walk, a ring on his right index finger revealed itself, reflecting a deep blue glow, reminiscent of the vast sea.
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