As soon as he got the ssage, Clark imdiately went into pondering mode as he tried to guess why the Professor ssaged him at this exact mont and why the ssage was about chs.
After the first ti that he casually asked about it, he no longer ntioned anything about chs.
Wait, is Monkey Hands spying on ? His expression beca strange, before darkening.
An imagination suddenly flashed in his head; he saw himself taking his bath in the bathroom but a pair of old lewd eyes were secretly watching him from the shadows without him knowing.
He wanted to feel anger, but he only shuddered at the thought.
Turn imdiately. He blurted out.
Huh? Albert turned to face his master.
Clark cald down on seeing Alberts strange gaze. I an you should slow down, look left and right, cross the road, and turn back. Were going to the Spartan army headquarters.
Huh?
Smack!
Ok. Albert felt secret tears flowing down his face like waterfalls.
Taking a plane, it did not take much ti before Clark arrived at North Sparta with his student. Alighting from the plane, they entered the exotic car before setting their destination for the Spartan army headquarters.
On getting there, as soon as Clark showed his badge, he was allowed into the city-like headquarters imdiately.
Expertly navigating through the familiar lanes of the headquarters, in a few minutes, his car finally entered the domain of chanic workshops.
Having been here before, he didnt marvel about how developed this place was again. Navigating further through the column of chanic workshops, he finally arrived before the biggest chanic workshop.
With a look of resignation on his face, Clark sighed, directed a look at his student before going forward with pure resentnt on his face.
After testing it, he could only sigh, Monkey Hands passage chanism was still as weird as ever. Trying to ignore the burning sha saring his face, he did all that was required before getting access inside the workshop.
Taking a cue from him, Albert easily imitated him before also getting access inside the workshop. As soone already used to luxury, his face didnt change much on entering the visually impacting inside of the workshop.
A chanic apprentice was already waiting for them at the other side, the pretty lady with a scholarly vibe imdiately greeted respectfully on seeing them.
She politely introduced herself before turning to lead the Lieutenant Colonel straight to her teachers workshop. After completing the chanisms, Clark finally got access to the familiar workshop again.
Just like the last ti that he ca here, Professor Monkey Hands was working on a car with 2 assistants helping him from the side.
You ca?
No, cant you see that Im in the ocean? Clark sharply retorted in his mind, but outwardly he had a calm and polite look on his face.
Yes, Professor, I ca after receiving your ssage.
Good, I found a ch designer. I noticed that you were looking for one the other ti that you ca, so I just decided to do a favor for a young promising soldier.
Ignoring the hypocrisy dripping from the Professors tone, Clark smiled. Wow, thanks a lot.
He didnt know why this Professor suddenly decided to look out for a ch designer for him when he already showed a negative reaction the other ti that he ntioned it.
Well, he couldnt judge this professor with common sense so he guessed that everything was ok.
Surprisingly, the Professor didnt make any unreasonable demands for the information that he just revealed. All that he told Clark was to produce 50 million Spartan credits, and the best ch would be designed for him.
Clark imdiately felt suspicious after hearing that. From the information that he knew, even the lowest tier of chs was far more expensive than that.
The cost was one of the main reasons why he didnt actively start looking for ch designers, a ch was sothing that was supposed to be owned by a country or billionaires for fun and as a show of power and wealth.
As soon as he heard 50 million Spartan credits, the first thing that ca to his mind was that he was about to be scamd. As if reading his thoughts, the Professor chuckled.
You really think youre worth putting in so many efforts just to scam you? He rubbed his nose with his left hand while using the other to rub his beards mischievously.
I Clark was suddenly lost for words, he felt like this was an insult but the Professor phrased it in such a way that he was left speechless.
Is this a new form of Euphemism?
Resolving his mind, he gritted his teeth and replied with a completely serious expression on his face. Professor, dont you think that Im that clueless about chs.
I know that the lowest quality ch can even go for as high as 500 million Spartan credits, Im not a kid so
Sigh!
The Professor sighed exaggeratedly, and while waving his hands he muttered. Youngsters these days, they dont even know when soone is sacrificing a huge favor for them.
Now, Im even being confronted for doing sothing good. Sigh, its really hard to be a good man in this era.
Clark was completely dumbfounded. I, Im sorry. Im sorry, I didnt know.
If you, did it as a favor for , then I understand now. Im sorry, Professor, youre the best. I promise never to secretly curse you again, I.
The Professor calmly turned to look at him.
Clark finally realized what he just said, he felt cold sweat fill his back all of a sudden. He looked at the Professor who blankly gazed back at him, he turned to look at Albert but the unreliable boy gulped in reply.
He improvised imdiately. I didnt an it that way, I, I
Pay the 50 million credits now or leave my workshop.
Yes, sir. Without hesitation, Clark transferred the money.
He wasnt afraid that the Professor would run with the money, Monkey hands was bigger than that. Despite his current wealth, he was still a small fry when placed beside the professor.
You may co to take it in a month.
Thank you, Professor. Repeatedly thanking the professor, Clark finally started leaving the workshop. At the point of placing his legs outside, he suddenly rembered sothing and turned.
Professor, do you spy on ?
The Professor was left speechless for a mont before finally comprehending what the question ant.
Get lost!.
A few minutes later, as soon as he confird that Clark was out of his workshop, he dropped his tools and chuckled.
What a peculiar young man.
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