Ditrian's residence was as humble and low-key as his current level, even lower than the level of his apprentice Faya, all because of his rebellious identity in the past.
When the Broken Eagle Battle Gang, he had thousands of square meters of independent space, and when he arrived at the Astral Knight, his residence was just a crowded area of ​​less than a hundred square meters of corridors arranged by machine-controlled algorithms. It might be confusing for the unpromoted human mind - the narrow entrance gave way to the short room, with a separate atmospheric ventilation hole on the wall, a rotatable bed, a workbench at the bottom, and a tool storage cabinet near the head of the bed.
Compared with other local mechanical teaching members, Ditrian's figure is tall and tall, perhaps because of the thousands of years of life under the influence of low gravity.
But the beds are made according to the local average physiological requirements, so they are a bit short for him. When he sits on a folding bench and works in front of his small workbench, his left elbow will hit the bracket next to him.
Mechanical education takes pride in being the guardian of knowledge, but on a macro scale, it is susceptible to the stupidity of savage and extensive universality, all of which are so badly inefficient.
Ditrian did not like to work around these, like the bracket he leaned on, and the many special tools that scattered on his desk in a mess, they were mainly Ditrian's own creations, none of which was bought by Caul - only a few were given to him, and most of the rest were obtained without any confidence.
However, Ditrian has not been in a good mood recently, because when Loken returned from Amyddoton, he claimed that he had brought many "new discoveries".
Fundamentally speaking, mechanical teaching operates and acts based on the principle of discovery - or whoever picks up it will be.
Therefore, Ditrian has always scoffed at Loken, because the other party's skills cannot even reach the intermediate priest. In front of him, he is as stupid as a naughty boy. He relies on his relationship with Soshiyan to win over the main points again and again, and collect things from various battlefields.
To put it more general, Ditrian was jealous and stubbornly believed that Loken's gains were actually stolen.
If Soshyan brought him with him in action, then his discovery must have been several times more than that stupid and lustful guy!
Loken was just an apprentice who memorized textbooks. His brain was too restrictive. Ditrien believed that the pursuit of knowledge was a pure call beyond any moral code, rather than a teaching position under the shackles of various morals.
However, Ditrian was not without a chance, in fact, he had already seized the opportunity.
Stc template, the priceless treasure brought by Soshiyan from the underground of Amyddoton, the stupid Loken couldn't analyze after playing with these precious treasures for a long time!
When Ditrian knew that this guy was rudely using a gamma scanner to parse the stc template, he was almost strangled to death. How could such a treasure be practiced like this?
He was so angry that he didn't do maintenance for three consecutive days.
It was not until Loken had no choice that Soshiyan handed over the task to him.
For the first time in his life, Ditrian realized what ecstasy is. He held his own servant in the room that day and kissed three fiercely!
But before work, he has another urgent problem to solve.
Analyzing the stc template must use a brain wavemeter, which requires the technician to operate it himself. During this process, a large amount of data will be generated, and these data will be
All need to be stored and deconstructed as soon as possible.
If knowledge gives a person a royal power, then memory is his kingdom.
Ditrian wanted to become a powerful king, so he urgently needed a vast kingdom.
It is precisely for this reason that he decided to take the risk of expanding the capacity!
After a while of simple cleaning, he took out his intellectual core from the socket in his head and divided it into several pieces and placed it on the table in front of him.
Ditrian divided the device into two parts cleanly, putting the thinking unit on the left, and the memory core processor on the right, and the slender and delicate mechanical appendage shot out from the acupoint on his wrist, fiddling with the tiny parts that he could not rely on his fingers to deal with.
The main feature of his desk is the huge magnification unit, embedded on an armature sandwiched to the edge of the table, and the lengthy status report ticks out on a glass integrated monitor.
And at the center of it, there is a set of charts arranged in complex ways, guiding his actions.
Without brain-aided tools, this self-transformation can actually be dangerous and accompanied by a headache at any time - this is also attributed to his removal of his gain.
The process is extremely complex, and the most risky one is the precise memory machine that is at stake in human life. If you make a slight mistake, it will erase his hard-earned technology for hundreds of years.
But he had to take this risk, otherwise he would not be able to fully parse the stc template.
Now the big hole in his head was cold, the sterile gels filled with freezing it from disease were cooling down his little left of organic brain by evaporation.
He didn't even dare to cover his head because his hood might remove the sterile plastic patch used to close the opening.
Generally speaking, this kind of surgery should only be performed in the operating room of a geneticist, but just like Soshyan cannot fully trust him, he cannot fully trust the people here, and he dare not hand over his brain to anyone here.
As a former member of the Dark Mechanics, he has seen too many intrigues and betrayal killings.
But as a bold and unscrupulous mechanical scholar, Ditrian enjoys such challenges, and even smiles because of his bold behavior - although just a slight smile, even the smallest movement may interfere with his meticulous work.
Before the built-in clock rang, Ditrian had already completed fourteen illegal processes in his own mind.
And when the ringtone with the built-in clock plus one rings, it means his work is about to begin.
But he was still rebuilding the amplified transformation, and as the last panel clicked into place, he glanced at his chronograph, while the mechanical tendril was pulled back into the acupoint on his wrist.
Ditrian raised his hands, shook his dew before carefully picking up his intellectual core.
Their stability is crucial, and he is always surprised how heavy this intellectual core is.
Chapter completed!