217: Chapter 217: chanical Battle Armor (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets) 217: Chapter 217: chanical Battle Armor (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets) Vian had a particular fondness for complex and expensive foods when he was sixteen or seventeen, having almost sampled all the renowned delicacies by na throughout the Federation.
These included the gigantic lobsters hauled from the Storm Sea, the ice goats living on the endless ice fields north of Anksai City, and the caviar produced by Lake Yierga, the Federation’s largest inland lake…
Prices for these foods typically started in the tens of thousands,
but now his breakfast usually consisted of a synthetic steak that could be bought for two to three federal coins, along with so fresh milk.
The nutritional values of these foods were not substantially different.
He Ao sat down at the dining table, picked up the utensils, and asked in a soft voice,
“Danny, how long have I slept?”
“A day and two nights, Master Vian,”
the elderly butler answered quietly.
“And Doctor Ike?”
He Ao cut a piece of steak.
“Doctor Ike and his assistant are resting in a room on the third floor; they spent all of the night before last performing surgery on you,”
Danny spoke slowly.
Naturally, Doctor Ike could not leave, as they were aware of Vian’s life and death situation.
“What is Philip doing now?”
He Ao placed the steak in his mouth.
“He just announced your demise and is currently preparing to convene a board eting to push for the company’s listing,”
the elderly butler looked at He Ao, “Are you planning to go to the company’s building now?”
“Not in a hurry,”
He Ao shook his head, slowly finished his steak, “Call and get in touch with Director Jelang.”
Jelang was the chief of police in the Alanka District of Kaye City.
Having said this, he stood up and gently raised his hand.
A giant chanical arm extended from the ceiling, bringing a tal box to his side.
Just as he was about to receive the tal box, the elderly butler by his side gently spoke up, “Master Vian…”
He opened his mouth, seeming to want to say sothing, but did not speak, rely mumbling as he looked at He Ao.
He was well aware of Vian’s physical condition and knew about Vian’s recovery capabilities, understanding that such severe injuries would not heal so quickly and completely, even if Vian had miraculously survived.
He Ao gazed at the old man with a full head of silver hair; this elder had been in the villa even before Vian was born.
After the death of Vian’s parents, he took care of Vian alone for over a decade.
Without a word, He Ao slowly walked over and gave the elder a hug.
The night of his parents’ death, that’s how Vian had embraced the old man, from darkness until dawn.
After a long while, He Ao released his arms, took the tal box from the chanical arm, and began walking step by step toward the study.
The old man watched his retreating figure with dimming eyes.
As a butler, when he began to harbor suspicions about his master, it ant his career should co to an end.
He Ao’s silence was his greatest reproof.
The butler adjusted his attire to ensure that it was impeccable and then began clearing the plates from the table.
“Danny,” He Ao suddenly spoke while walking away, “Rember to notify when Director Jelang replies.”
The elder looked up at He Ao’s back, paused for a mont, and then showed a gentle smile, slowly nodding his head,
“Alright, Master Vian.”
Vian was not good at expressing emotions; his use of the nickna ‘Danny’ or the full na ‘Danny Lowe’ represented two different attitudes.
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The study of Vian’s father was decorated in dark hues, consisting of a dark solid wood desk, bookshelves spanning two walls, and various strange sculptures placed on the shelves.
As a child, Vian’s most vivid mory of his father was the dark desk and the never-ending stack of docunts that seed to be always under review.
He Ao, carrying a tal box, approached the very center of the innermost bookshelf and rotated a horse statue placed there.
Whoosh—
With a thick scraping sound, the bookshelf in front of He Ao slowly retreated and then split to the sides, revealing a silver elevator.
This horse statue was actually not originally in this spot, and the chanism required it to be placed here to activate.
The puzzle set by his father was difficult, but Vian’s approach to solving it was rather crude.
When he realized the chanism required a particular statue, he resolved the problem with brute force using the thod of trial and error.
Vian’s father had not created a separate secret chanism for this horse statue, and there were only a few other statues in the study that could et the requirents.
Trying one by one was more efficient than solving the riddle.
Vian’s father was a very cautious man.
Although he never had the chance to tell his son about the secret of the basent, he still hid it in the chanism, in case sothing unexpected happened one day and his son could quickly discover this secret.
He Ao entered the silver elevator and pressed the button to go down.
The elevator descended rapidly and arrived at the underground laboratory.
The entire laboratory was extrely large, occupying about half the area beneath the villa district.
Since this villa district was also a property of Nolanka Group, He Ao estimated that the underground lab was probably planned along with the construction of the villa district, and it was even highly possible that Vian’s father built this villa district specifically to construct this underground laboratory.
Of course, because the location was good, the villa district ultimately turned a profit, and not a small one at that.
He Ao stepped out of the elevator and busy intelligent robots bustled past him.
Vian had turned this place into a mini-chanical factory.
He Ao, carrying the tal box, made his way to the rear, where a small door led into the fusion experintal laboratory built by Vian’s father.
He set the box on an adjacent operation table and slowly opened it, revealing a stack of tal sheets asuring 50 by 30 centiters; He Ao counted them, five in total.
These five tal sheets were worth sixty million federal coins.
And only mbers of the Energy Monopoly Alliance were eligible to purchase such tal.
He Ao took out a sheet of tal for inspection.
The tal sheets were silver in color, felt solid to the touch, but on closer examination, resembled a fixed flowing stream of silver fluid.
Currently, only Rockville Energy Group could produce this type of tal, and it was only available for purchase from them.
This was the core material for making fusion reactors.
He Ao was very curious about the composition of this tal.
He tried to cut off a piece using a tal cutting machine.
However, he soon found that the cutting blade could insert into and pass through the tal, but as soon as the cutter moved across it, the tal would revert to its original state.
He Ao realized that this tal could only be cut with specific equipnt.
But clearly, he did not have such equipnt, so he directly threw an entire sheet of tal into the tal analyzer next to him.
tal analysis took a long ti, and He Ao did not wait continuously; instead, he took out another sheet of tal and threw it into the intelligent processing bed nearby.
According to Rockville Energy Group, this model of intelligent processing bed could process this particular type of tal.
He Ao entered the processing paraters, then closed the silver box.
The miniature fusion reactor he intended to build required only one sheet of this tal; this processing bed would shape that piece of tal into the form He Ao desired.
Once the surrounding machines began to operate, He Ao left the fusion reactor laboratory and walked to a small door in the corner of another side.
Behind this door lay the chanical armor created by generations of Vian and his father.
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