Li Zheng and his companion followed the girl with the tiger tooth to a building that stood about ten ters high and covered more than 500 square ters.
"This is a Gravity Room. Feng Yue is going to test his endurance here today. It's hard to say when he'll co out. You can wait patiently here." The girl with the tiger tooth reminded them again before she left: "If you can't wait, you can go back the way you ca, but rember not to wander around to avoid accidents."
In addition to the obvious and semi-hidden defensive forces, there are many concealed Energy Cannons in the underground space of the Gravity Research Institute. Just one shot can kill an enemy with Basic Level High Tier strength, extrely vicious.
Li Zheng already saw through the defensive forces here with Prelis' Eye and nodded after hearing this: "Don't worry, we know the rules."
"Okay, that's good." Surprisingly, the girl seed to trust them and left on her own, taking the elevator back to the ground.
After Mirel watched her leave, she pouted discontentedly: "Isn't there anything here to help us communicate with Feng Yue in the Gravity Room? It's not advanced at all!"
Li Zheng glanced at the side of the door with a smile: "No need to say more, we'll just wait quietly."
There obviously couldn't be a lack of such a facility here, but the girl with the tiger tooth looked sweet and cute, yet she was actually very petty. Because Li Zheng and his companion showed affection beside her a mont ago, she deliberately didn't contact Feng Yue, making them wait here.
If Li Zheng was here to see a professor in the Gravity Research Institute, she wouldn't have been so indifferent. But Feng Yue is just an ordinary researcher who assists professors and doesn't hold a high position in the institute, so even if she offended Li Zheng and Feng Yue, she wasn't afraid of causing trouble for herself.
Of course, Li Zheng wouldn't retaliate for such a small matter; he wasn't that petty.
The two of them waited quietly outside the building for about thirty minutes when the closed door finally opened, and two aliens of different appearances walked out, one ahead of the other.
The one in front wore a uniform style of clothing from the Gravity Research Institute but had a lizard-like humanoid body. A small pair of glasses sat on his slender, protruding face, giving him a sowhat out-of-place look.
However, the gaze in his eyes was very knowledgeable and gentle, clearly a scholarly person.
The one behind only wore bottoms, his upper body covered by a heavy black turtle shell. His head was bald, and his limbs were short and thick, resembling a sowhat simple-minded brute.
"Feng Yue." Li Zheng waved to the brute behind.
Feng Yue was discussing the details of the recent experint with the lizard professor when he heard soone call his na and looked over quizzically.
Seeing Li Zheng's face, he was even more puzzled. He just felt the voice was sowhat familiar.
"Your friend?" The lizard professor said, "You go greet them first, and I'll go back to sort this data. I'll have soone notify you if there's any discovery."
"Alright." Feng Yue bowed slightly. "Thank you, Professor Rothschild."
Rothschild left quickly, and Feng Yue approached Li Zheng, tentatively asking, "Pathfinder?"
Li Zheng nodded: "It's , and this is my wife, Mirel."
Mirel's eyes lit up; she glanced at Li Zheng's profile and showed a sweet smile: "Hello."
"It really is you." Feng Yue was excited after confirming Li Zheng's identity: "Has the Pathfinder been waiting for a long ti? Why didn't Little Tiger Tooth notify ? If I knew you were visiting, I would have wrapped up the test early."
Little Tiger Tooth…
Was he referring to the girl with the tiger tooth?
"We haven't been here long." Li Zheng replied with a smile: "I saw you were quite busy. After she brought us here, I let her go back."
"This isn't the place to talk." Feng Yue suggested: "If the Pathfinder doesn't mind, I know a great restaurant. Let's go chat over there."
Li Zheng raised his eyebrows with mild surprise: "Does your race, the Ro-Race, have such social customs too?"
Feng Yue scratched the back of his head sheepishly: "Are you talking about inviting guests for a al, Pathfinder? Our Ro-Race experienced a few massive famines in history. After life slowly improved, our ancestors left behind so food-related etiquettes and customs.
For example, inviting guests for a al is the most common etiquette.
Sotis when eting acquaintances on the street, the first thing we say is often 'Have you eaten?'."
Li Zheng bead: "That sounds just like our race. Alright, let's check out the place you ntioned."
"Alright, please follow ." Feng Yue put on a large robe, covering his heavy turtle shell.
Li Zheng and Mirel followed Feng Yue out of the Gravity Research Institute and sat down in an inconspicuous shop not far away.
This place indeed had its charm; there's not much to say about the decor, which was almost unnoticeable.
But as soon as they entered, Li Zheng slled a refreshing fragrance that was intoxicating and made his fingers itch to eat.
"I'm familiar with this place. I'll take care of today's al arrangents. You have no objections, Pathfinder?"
Li Zheng didn't mind and nodded: "Anything is fine."
He and Mirel weren't picky eaters; as long as the food tasted alright, they were satisfied.
Not just them; any player who managed to survive the first few days in the Matrix had to change any picky eating habits. Otherwise, they could starve to death.
Feng Yue picked up the nu from the table, which was filled with illegible script. He read it without any trouble, quickly picked a few usual dishes, and asked the waiting staff to prepare them.
Putting down the nu, Feng Yue asked: "Pathfinder, you must have a reason for visiting this ti?"
"I actually need your help with sothing," Li Zheng said. "I've been making slow progress in increasing my strength recently, and I need so assistance. Since you work at the Gravity Research Institute, could you introduce to soone? I want to rent a Gravity Room."
"That's it?" Feng Yue responded, patting his chest. "Leave it to ! We'll have dinner later, and I'll ask Professor Rothschild for permission. We can get it sorted today!"
Li Zheng thanked him, "Thank you so much."
"No trouble at all." Feng Yue waved his hand dismissively. "Even if you, Pathfinder, hadn't asked , you could just explain your request to any staff mber at the institute, and they'd be willing to help.
After all, a portion of the research institute's profits cos from renting out facilities and equipnt."
The Gravity Research Institute doesn't just develop related projects; it also needs to be profitable.
Apart from selling various models of equipnt and related products, its facilities are also available for rent, though the prices are a bit steep.
Depending on the facility and equipnt, the rental fee for an ordinary person ranges from 100 to 3,000 Red Crystal Coins per day.
If you know soone, it could be cheaper.
"One more thing," Li Zheng said. "I might be staying here for a while. Since you're familiar with this street, could you find a place to live?"
"Does Pathfinder have any requirents for the accommodation?"
"No requirents. As long as it's habitable, offers privacy, and is comfortable."
"That's easy to arrange."
At that mont, the dishes Feng Yue ordered began to arrive one by one.
They were almost all exquisitely presented at dishes, complete with aroma, color, and taste, each one comparable to what you'd find in a star-rated hotel on Earth.
Li Zheng took a few bites, put down his utensils, and thought, "Not as good as Mirel's cooking."
Mirel tasted each dish slowly, simultaneously analyzing in her mind which ingredients were used, correctly guessing most of them.
But that wasn't all.
"If this dish had so chili, Li Zheng might like it. That one is too bland; if it had a stronger flavor, Li Zheng would enjoy it more..." Perhaps she was used to cooking for Li Zheng, as she silently compared them and speculated that he wouldn't enjoy them much as they were. Her mind raced with ideas for how to modify them for better acceptance.
The al was quickly finished, and Feng Yue settled the bill, leading Li Zheng back to the Gravity Research Institute to find the lizard person he spoke to earlier and communicate Li Zheng's needs.
Rothschild agreed without hesitation and offered a fifty percent discount.
The condition was that while Li Zheng used the gravity equipnt, he needed to cooperate with him in collecting data on related changes.
For these researchers, data from every different Race, and even different individuals within the sa Race, are incredibly valuable research materials.
Therefore, they wouldn't miss a chance to collect data, even if it ant the institute earned half as much from the rental.
Li Zheng thought it over seriously and agreed to the request: "But I have one condition too. You can only collect basic data changes. If it involves my privacy, I will refuse to cooperate."
"Of course! Of course!" Rothschild nodded repeatedly. "That goes without saying. We will not infringe on your privacy."
Then he turned his attention to Mirel. "Does this lady also need to use the equipnt? Can I—"
"No, you may not!" Mirel replied with a cold face.
Rothschild said regretfully, "That's a real pity."
Collecting data inevitably requires so physical contact, and Mirel didn't want any other male creature besides Li Zheng to touch her.
Missing out on a set of research data, Rothschild lanted briefly and then led Li Zheng to collect initial data.
They collected various data, including muscle strength, bone density, vascular toughness, blood flow speed, and precise asurents of each part of the body, including height.
By the ti all the data was collected, two hours had passed.
During this ti, Feng Yue completed the rental procedures for Li Zheng, opting for the most Basic Level Gravity Room, which, after the discount, costs just fifty Red Crystal Coins a day.
Before Li Zheng entered the Gravity Room, Rothschild stopped him and said, "In the coming days, I will monitor your data changes. If possible, can I prepare all your als?"
"No way..." Mirel instinctively wanted to refuse but was stopped by Li Zheng.
"That's fine."
The different types, amounts, and ratios of food in each al can cause subtle variations in the consur.
If dietary control is managed well and arranged by Rothschild, it may help him gain more precise data.
"Thank you for your cooperation," Rothschild, evidently a ticulous scholar, glanced at Mirel, hesitated for a mont, and finally made another request: "During the data monitoring period, I hope you can control your desires because reproductive activities consu a lot of your body's energy, potentially causing inaccurate data..."
Mirel was furious, "Absolutely not!"
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