Rosie hung up Miss Scott’s call.
Staring at the pitch-black corridor, Rosie let out a heavy sigh, not daring to move randomly. She squatted down in her spot, hugging her knees and blankly gazing at the wall opposite.
This villa is simply too amazing.
When Nora Scott first ntioned the "chanism Villa," she thought—it would probably be like the Sullivan Clan’s chanism City in Xiangel City.
Unexpectedly, after entering the door, it looked like an ordinary villa. But once you touch the chanisms, the entire villa operates together.
—This is the true chanism City.
Turning pieces into a whole.
The ultimate pursuit of the Sullivan Clan’s chanical techniques.
However, Sullivan Clan’s chanism City is the lifelong effort of multiple generations and so geniuses.
But...
It is said that this is the result of Nora Scott’s intermittent work over several years.
How big is the gap really?
The Sullivan elders talk about the miracles created by ancient chanical techniques, those lost technologies... do they really exist?
By the way, where did Nora Scott learn chanical techniques?
It’s always been known that Nora Scott is quite formidable, but when you think about it, Rosie seems never to have asured Nora Scott’s level carefully. Perhaps because she subconsciously feels Nora Scott’s strength as a matter of course, she forgot to pursue the origin of Nora Scott’s chanical techniques.
...
On the way to the crew, Nora Scott made a call to Benjamin Durant.
"Master Uncle, you let Rosie go to the villa alone?!" After hearing what happened, Benjamin Durant couldn’t help but shout, "You know I never went back after visiting once, right?!"
When the villa was newly renovated, Benjamin found it novel and went for a visit.
It was with Shaw, who enthusiastically introduced him to various chanisms along the way. He rembered bits and pieces, but as soon as he parted from Shaw for a minute, he accidentally triggered a chanism and got trapped in a compartnt, completely soundproof and concealed. He scread until his voice broke, but no one could hear him.
Later, Shaw searched around, thinking he had left early.
Not until Nora Scott ca ho that evening, heard Shaw’s recount, did she beco suspicious and opened the compartnt.
Benjamin at the ti thought he would die in the compartnt, rot, and eventually turn into a skeleton. Upon seeing the two, he nearly lost his composure. Since then, he never set foot in the villa again.
To him, that villa is nothing less than hell.
If ten or even a hundred people died inside, there might be no traces left.
Nora Scott was too lazy to say much, simply stating, "Go pick her up. If there are problems, video call Shaw. He knows most chanisms."
"...Most?" Benjamin muttered under his breath.
"I’m the chief designer, there’s always one or two hidden chanisms."
Nora said mildly and directly hung up the phone.
But not even a minute after hanging up, before Nora arrived at the set, her phone vibrated again. Thinking it was Benjamin, she looked down to find it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello."
Nora answered the call with a decisive tone.
The person on the other end was stunned by her aura for three seconds.
Hence, when they spoke, their tone naturally weakened a bit, "Hello, is this Nora Scott, Miss Scott? I’m Richard Carter. Your number was given by Julian Linfield."
Hearing the na ’Julian Linfield’, Nora suddenly recalled his previous reminder—
Indeed, he ntioned there would be such a call.
After a mont’s thought, Nora replied blandly, "What’s it about?"
"It’s like this..."
Richard Carter explained the situation to Nora as clearly and in as much detail as possible.
Essentially, near a small town on the outskirts of Yangel, there’s a national-level project to be initiated, but the area is rugged, with poor geographical conditions, making material transportation a very challenging task.
Thus, the country plans to form a specialized expert team to solve this problem.
The focus is to carry out a once-and-for-all engineering project on a perilous cliff to resolve all subsequent material problems in one go. If successful, it would greatly benefit residents living in the dangerous area.
The project is confidential, so Richard Carter didn’t go into much detail, but he shared everything he could with Nora.
"Let’s et and talk." After listening roughly, Nora said nonchalantly, "Set a ti and bring the contract."
Richard Carter was stunned, "You agreed?"
"Mm."
Nora responded briefly, glanced at the set ahead, and hung up.
She owed Julian Linfield a favor.
As long as she could manage it, within reasonable bounds, whatever the request, she would fulfill it.
—Scott Rules.
This matter was evidently within her capabilities and required no further consideration.
*
On the other side.
Richard Carter hung up the phone, sowhat dazed, and turned to look at the young man beside him.
The young man stood by the window smoking, the cigarette burning halfway. Seeing Richard Carter’s gaze sweep over, he lightly furrowed his brows and asked, "Finished the call?"
"Yeah." Richard Carter reported, "She agreed."
The young man asked, "Did she ask anything?"
"No, not a single question. After I introduced everything, she just asked to bring the contract and et her." Richard Carter looked puzzled, scratching his head, full of confusion, "Isn’t she afraid I’m a fraud?"
The young man gave him a cool glance.
"Hey, to be honest, I feel like..." Richard Carter spoke weakly, "The person Master Julian recomnded doesn’t seem very reliable."
The young man had a cold expression, the corners of his lips curling into a mocking smile, and sneered, "Just an actor, where would she have any real skills."
"...Recently, she’s quite popular, single-handedly promoting chanical Techniques, but netizens say it’s a persona, arranged by a script." Richard Carter said, "I guess Master Julian is getting old, can’t see through people clearly, and has been misled by online news."
The young man stubbed out the cigarette and turned to leave.
Richard Carter called out, "Hey, are we still going to et her?"
"Yes. We have to give Master Julian so face."
"Oh."
Richard Carter nodded.
After all, it was Julian pushing for her...
This logistics project isn’t exactly secret. On one hand, it’s transporting materials for a secret research project, on the other, there’s genuine intent to improve the local residents’ lives and provide convenience.
Participating in such a project brings glory, whether you contribute or not, just joining can make you shine like you’re gold-plated when you leave.
Think of the opportunity for a celebrity to be involved, of course, they’d find ways to get in.
Nora Scott’s imdiate agreent is only to be expected.
She probably put in quite a bit of effort to get the connection with Julian.
Once the young man left, Richard Carter couldn’t help but sigh, thinking that Julian’s lifelong reputation might be ruined by this matter, feeling a bit saddened.
*
Inside the villa.
Not knowing how long she’d been waiting, with her phone about to die, Rosie Sullivan squatted motionless, yawning from drowsiness, swaying and almost toppling over.
Until—
She clearly heard the sound of the previously sealed windows and doors being reactivated.
The corridor’s closed windows slowly rose, and light from outside spilled in, illuminating the entire corridor.
It felt like a lifeti had passed, Rosie Sullivan squinted her eyes, bewildered for a few seconds, then turned her head towards the staircase, suddenly seeing a tall figure stepping into the light.
It inexplicably touched her.
"Daring to break into my uncle’s chanism Villa alone, impressive."
With a teasing voice, a hand ca down, ruffling her hair, fingertips rubbing her scalp, making her shiver slightly with an itch.
Rosie Sullivan suddenly stood up.
Too fast, Benjamin Durant paused slightly.
Rosie Sullivan hesitated for a second, brushing off the awkwardness in her heart, and imdiately asked: "Are you familiar with the chanisms here?"
"I have a basic understanding."
Benjamin Durant didn’t dare boast in this aspect.
Everyone who’s been around Nora Scott knows she’s best at making people eat their words. Even a slight underestimation can result in being thoroughly embarrassed by her.
Like Nora Scott said over the phone, even Master Shaw who helped design the entire chanism Villa might not know all the chanisms... Let alone him, an outsider?
"Oh," Rosie Sullivan nodded, explaining, "The Hall Master told to call you, but I just wanted to take a look first and didn’t take it too seriously."
Benjamin Durant laughed lightly, "Anything related to my uncle, never take lightly." Tilting his head, he said, "Co on, let introduce you to the basic chanisms."
"Okay."
Rosie Sullivan glanced at him and followed behind.
Rosie Sullivan took out a notebook and made detailed notes of Benjamin Durant’s explanation, but the more she wrote, the more shocked she beca. Unknowingly, her palms were already covered in cold sweat.
She didn’t really understand chanical Techniques...
But growing up in a chanical Techniques family like the Sullivan Clan, she often dealt with it. Though she didn’t know the principles, she could discern good from bad.
If the Sullivan Clan’s chanical Techniques are like a deep, bottomless pool of water, then to her, Nora Scott’s chanical Techniques are like a vast ocean... She couldn’t even see where the boundaries of this technology lie.
There’s always surprise.
Always awe.
Even the two decorative pebbles on the wall contained hidden chanisms, with varying effects depending on movent in any direction.
Secretive yet nimble.
!!!
What is the Sullivan Clan compared to Nora Scott’s? Not even kindergarten level here, right?!
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