When the discussion was almost over, Muse also exposed the mechanical weapon he was currently making in front of Angel.
Mechanical weapons are indeed somewhat similar to mechas, but compared to the further concept of fully covered and automatically operated mechas, mechanical weapons are more like wearable exoskeletons, which reminds Angel of his own phantom limbs.
However, after careful comparison, there are still differences with the phantom limb.
The stronger the phantom limb is of the physical body, the stronger it is.
But the mechanical weapon is the stronger the alchemist's technology, the stronger its effect.
In terms of potential alone, Angel thinks that the phantom limb may be better. But the mechanical weapon is simpler, and it can be enchanted or solidified... There are various ways to enhance it, and it can be replaced at any time.
It will consume its own magic source.
In short, the two are similar to a certain extent, but each has its own advantages. From Angel's point of view, regardless of physical strength, if we compare phantom limbs and mechanical weapons, the mechanical weapons will definitely be better once they are formed.
After Muse introduced his mechanical weapons, he made a request to Angel:
"Can I incorporate some of the ideas you mentioned into the mechanical weapons I'm making now?"
Muse paused: "Of course, I will not take advantage of you and will give you corresponding compensation."
Angel was stunned for a moment. What he actually said were just ideas and concepts, and there was still a long way to go before they were actually implemented. If Muse wanted to implement these ideas, there would probably be a long way to go.
Moreover, what he said before was originally said to Midora, so Angel didn't think about cherishing his broom.
Angel nodded: "Of course, you don't need to pay anything..."
"Ahem." Before Angel could finish his words, Midora suddenly coughed and interrupted Angel's words.
When Angel looked over in confusion, Midora gave him a look.
Angel nodded as if he understood, and continued: "I'm looking forward to what the mechanical weapons will look like after incorporating the concept of mecha."
Muse also noticed Midora's eyes. A dark light flashed in Muse's eyes, but his expression did not change: "Now that I have the concept of mecha you mentioned, this has made my thinking that has been stagnant for a long time come to a new place.
It’s an idea. It won’t take long before the finished product is released. I will notify you as soon as the time comes.”
Angel nodded, with a look of expectation in his eyes.
"Similarly, I'm also looking forward to the mecha you mentioned." Muse said.
Angel has no plans to refine the mecha recently, so in the face of Muse's expectations, he can only put on a smiley expression.
When the atmosphere was still harmonious, suddenly, a light blue humanoid light spirit emerged from the ground.
"Antonio, what's the matter with you?" Muse looked at the humanoid spirit emitting blue light. His face was blurred and only a faint light could be seen.
Antonio, like a butler of a noble family, bowed lightly to the muse: "Sir, please forgive me for disturbing you. There are already several people in the conference room who are ready to leave. If you are not here again, it is estimated that the remaining people will not be enough to witness.
The joining of new members.”
"Really?" Muse took out a mechanical pocket watch, looked at the time, and muttered: "We have only been talking for an hour, why are you so anxious?"
Antonio still said unhurriedly: "Yes, your Excellency and Mr. Pat only chatted for an hour, but you had already summoned them one hour before that. So, they have been waiting for more than two days on average.
Hour."
Muse cursed and stood up: "Okay, let's stop talking about it today, let's go and finish the trivial matters first."
"That's not a trivial matter, it's a ritual that has existed for generations."
"Isn't it just a witnessing ceremony? I don't know why it should be so solemn." Muse muttered, then turned to Angel and said: "Let's go, although this is just a formality, you always need to go through it again.
of."
Muse walked forward first, and Antonio turned back, nodded to Angel with his blurred face, and then disappeared.
Midora also said at this time: "Joining the R&D Institute does require a scene. The Muse asked you to come here, which is actually why. Let's go. The group of alchemists have been waiting for a few hours, and they are probably a little impatient."
As Midora narrated, Angel gradually understood that this so-called cutscene was actually a new member. He needed to get the nods of at least ten members of the R&D Institute before he would be recognized. Of course, for Muse,
This is indeed a formality, because once he agrees, the other members will not deliberately stop him even if they don't like Angel.
On their way to the conference room, Midora whispered: "Remember, since Muse says he wants to compensate you, you must not refuse. He is a shameless guy, and if you refuse to compensate,
He must be happy to agree."
"Maybe to you, this concept is nothing, but to Muse, it is a conflict of thinking. For an alchemist of his level, an inspiration is already very valuable, let alone direct execution.
A battle of thoughts." Midora paused: "And the compensation he gives you will definitely not let you down."
While they were chatting, the Muse walking in the front had already turned around and left the Creation Palace.
Angel originally thought that the conference room was in the Hall of Creation, but Muse took them along the path outside the hall and went down close to the cliff-like wall.
The zigzag route continued downward, submerging the ground and the abyss, and then passed through a bright door. Angel noticed that behind the door was a piece of sky hanging upside down.
After taking a closer look, I discovered that this place was actually outside the high tower of the R&D Institute.
Passing through the mechanical arch bridge made of steel, they arrived at a sky fortress floating in mid-air.
Inside the fortress is a rotunda hall. In the center of the hall is a long table, illuminated by overhead lights.
Around the long table, there were many seats set up like a court auditorium. However, at this time, there was no one on the seats.
"Actually, according to the ritual process, there will be alchemists coming to observe the ceremony, but this time the Muse decided that you should join the R&D Institute, it was sudden. So, this step was omitted." Midora explained: "That's it.
Even the ten members who were witnesses were actually made up by force."
Muse sat directly at the main seat of the long table, while Angel was arranged in the host and guest seats opposite him.
Midora patted Angel on the shoulder, then found his seat and sat down.
After Angel took his seat, he noticed that there were more than thirty seats on this long table, but one third was empty.
As for the people sitting there, if you look carefully, you will find that most of them are not real people.
It's all some kind of illusion.
"This is not aimed at you. In fact, most of the members of the R&D Institute are very lazy. Basically, they show up in this way every time they witness the ceremony. What's more, this time because of the sudden incident, the dean suddenly wanted to hold a witness ceremony, so many
Even if the members want to rush over, there is nothing they can do."
The speaker is a middle-aged woman. She is also not a real person, but an illusion.
She was closest to Angel, sitting on his right side.
Seeing Angel looking over, she smiled and said, "My name is Portia. I am currently an alchemist in pharmacy at Kongsa Hill."
Angel nodded somewhat cautiously: "My name is..."
"Angel Pat, your name is very familiar to me." Portia smiled and said, "I also read Yingdu Yeyu."
Portia smiled and talked to Angel. While Angel was listening, he was also thinking. He always felt as if he had heard Portia's name somewhere...
"Although due to special reasons, not many members came back to witness the ceremony, there is an exception." Portia looked at a seat on the table, her eyes flashing with a light that made it difficult to see: "This time it is my mother-in-law.
This is the first time in thousands of years that you are participating with your real body. It seems that she is very optimistic about you."
Angel followed Portia's gaze and looked over, his eyes stunned.
Angel didn't know how the rankings here were calculated, but Angel estimated that the closer to the main position, the higher the status.
At this time, sitting on the left side of the Muse was Midora; on his right side was also the "mother-in-law" in Portia's mouth, and Angel was no stranger to her.
It was the Nail Granny whom Angel met not long ago.
The owner of Nail Alchemy House!
Perhaps noticing Angel's gaze, Granny Nail turned back to look at Angel and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.
"Mother-in-law Nail is also a member of the R&D Institute?"
Portia nodded: "Yes, my mother-in-law is not only a formal member, but also a veteran member. She created many glorious works thousands of years ago, but then fell silent due to some things."
Angel nodded as if he had some understanding. He still remembered that when he first met Granny Nail, Granny Nail once said, "My name? It's been so long, I've forgotten it."
When Granny Nail said these words, there was nostalgia in her eyes, which showed that she didn't really forget, she just didn't want to say it.
Angel didn't know what the story of Granny Nail was, which made her quiet and unwilling to mention the past, including her own name. However, Angel was able to see this relatively familiar person in the R&D institute.
Feeling somewhat at ease.
After Angel saw Granny Nail, he was also observing the other people on the table.
The people here basically look familiar to Angel. They are all famous alchemy masters in the Southern Region. However, their attitudes are not as obvious as those of Granny Nail, or Midora. Their expressions are ambiguous, and occasionally
Looking at Angel, I felt a little more scrutinized and curious.
Angel also couldn't tell whether they were good or bad to him.
Portia seemed to see what Angel was thinking, and explained to him with a smile: "Actually, they will come in response to the dean, and they have basically preset positions, so nothing will happen. The members who really make people uncomfortable
, but they didn’t show up this time.”
When Portia said this, she looked at an empty seat in the middle of the long table.
"Do you know who owns that position?" Portia didn't expect Angel to answer, so she continued: "Have you ever heard of the Grafting Maniac?"