"Hey, young girl, without evidence, you can’t speak carelessly!" The Witch Demon Elder said black-faced, "I have manufactured magic puppets not once or twice, but at least tens of thousands of tis. How could I make such a basic mistake? I can assure you that I have absolutely no problem in making magic puppets."
"Then what exactly is the problem?" Pandora asked, "It was fine before."
"Could it be because there are too many skulls?" The Witch Demon Elder suddenly suggested.
"Hmm?" Pandora looked over, her eyes showing a probing gaze.
"Young girl, you also said, when we operated before, whether it was nine small skulls or sixteen small skulls, there were no issues. But when the number increased to thirty-six, problems arose. It’s very likely because of the number," The Witch Demon Elder analyzed seriously.
"In my opinion, based on your design, the constructed ensemble of magic puppets is like an army. When the number is small, it’s fine, but when it increases, there must be a higher-level entity to lead and command them to make them effective.
Just like in an army, having just soldiers cannot be considered a real army; there must be officers at different levels. Your current ensemble of magic skeletons might be lacking such officers."
Hearing the Witch Demon Elder’s words, Pandora pondered seriously, then looked at the elder and said seriously, "You an to say that in a set, as the elents of the set continue to increase, the complexity of the set will rise dramatically, and the number of mappings between two sets will beco a terrifying number.
This way, the flow of information is smooth at the initial stage, but later it becos inevitably chaotic due to computational issues. To solve this situation, it is necessary to construct a multi-level structure, forming a top-down orderly system. Ideally, there should be an absolute core for unified managent. Hey, this sounds a bit like the tree topology structure Richard ntioned. Is this what you an?"
"How did you turn what I easily understand into sothing incomprehensible?"
The Witch Demon Elder looked at Pandora, his mouth twitching slightly, squeezing out a smile and nodding, "Of course, that’s exactly what I an."
"If that’s really the case, a large part of the mathematical models I’m using will need to be overthrown and recalculated from scratch." Pandora showed a serious expression, began contemplating, then looked at the Witch Demon Elder with so bla and said, "Why didn’t you say so earlier."
"So, it’s my fault now?"
"Isn’t it?"
The Witch Demon Elder: "..."
In the distance, an eight-ard skeleton leaned against the wall, watching Pandora and the Witch Demon Elder bicker, an old one and a young one. After watching for a while, it slowly stood up. On the ground in front of it, there were several bones, all flown out after Pandora’s scream. It walked over, picked up a few bones, compared them for a while, and finally chose one of better quality.
Holding the selected bone, it walked to a corner and saw that there was already a small pile of collected bones here. Lightly placing this bone on top, the ghost fire in the eye sockets of the eight-ard skeleton flickered a few tis, then returned to calm, who knows what it was thinking.
Not far away, in the chanical Processing Sector, in Research Room No.3.
Tin Wood stood calmly in the glass pool, continuing to absorb energy from the void and stabilizing the externally drawn current.
Richard, although he had obtained enough nuclear material, did not stop the purification of nuclear material, after all, having more of this stuff is better than having less. Besides, Tin Wood’s contract has a term, and now he already feels that Tin Wood might truly be preparing to fully fulfill its contract. So, with the thought of squeezing out every bit possible, he kept Tin Wood working.
Tin Wood didn’t express any dissatisfaction with this and worked as usual, like a model worker.
Suddenly, on the working trunk of Tin Wood, a human face appeared. This face looked outside for a mont and then quickly disappeared, appearing extrely cautious, yet also extrely odd and guilty.
...
Elsewhere.
Richard was unaware of the matters in Eden, currently walking on the smooth roads of Pompeii Town, sniffing the sowhat pungent sll of sulfur in the air. Soon, he reached his destination for this trip—the service point of Pompeii Town.
Similar to other buildings in Pompeii Town, the service point is also a stone building whose shape extrely resembles a coffin, and it’s even the deluxe version of a "coffin"—it has four floors and is located in a pri gold position near the center of Pompeii Town.
During these three months, Richard had been here several tis, already very familiar, and walked easily into the hall.
After entering the hall, he turned a corner and walked to the end of the corridor, stopping in front of a room door.
"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock!"
Reaching out, Richard rhythmically knocked on the door.
"Co in!"
A clear voice ca from inside the door.
With a creak, Richard pushed open the door and walked in, seeing a redwood desk inside, behind which sat a very tall witch—the person sitting was almost at eye level with an ordinary person standing—it was Inogova, soone he was already acquainted with, who was responsible for allocating accommodation when he first ca to Pompeii Town.
"Wizard Richard, it’s you." Seeing Richard walk in, Inogova rotated her sky-blue eyes and greeted warmly, half-jokingly said, "I know there’s no good news when you co—every ti you’ve sought out before, there were issues. I wonder what it is this ti?"
"Inogova Wizard," Richard responded with a smile, "I’m here this ti to trouble you with sothing, though it’s not a big issue, no need to worry. My main intention is to have you help check whether the materials I previously requested for collection by the organization are all collected."
"When did you submit the application?" Inogova, hearing this, toned down her half-joking manner and entered work mode, asking seriously.
"There were two tis in total, the first was sixty-four days ago, for a total of twelve types of materials requested for collection by the organization. The second was thirty-nine days ago, with an additional nine types of materials added." Richard recalled, "The form numbers for the applications should be Nak 184 and Ulu 37."
"Okay, please wait a mont," Inogova said, reaching out to pull over a stack of docunts from the table and began searching, soon taking out two sheets.
"Found them," Inogova said, quickly scanning the two lists, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Wizard Richard, it seems your luck is quite good. Most of the materials you requested have been found, with only a few still being sought."
"Is that so," Richard said.
"You can take a look for yourself," Inogova said, speaking as she handed the list directly to Richard.
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