The old curator was elderly and spoke slowly, but once he began, all attention was focused on him.
As the most significant exhibit of the afternoon, the display stage was unlike any other. There were steps leading up to the platform, with a spacious area, allowing the crowd to gather around and for caras to capture the scene, providing a wide view.
Even from other exhibits, as long as one had good eyesight, they could see the display clearly.
Nora Scott was sitting on a small stool, eating ice cream.
"Grandma." Shaw squatted beside Nora, "The toasting and assassination acts were so vivid, like they were alive. It’s quite impressive. Didn’t you say that besides your master, no one has a deeper mastery of chanical Techniques than you?"
"Yes."
Nora was not at all modest.
"Did your master make it?" Shaw asked curiously.
"No."
"..."
Shaw was puzzled.
Just then—
The old curator began activating the small chanisms on the chanical Puppet.
First, he pressed a button on top of the puppet’s head. The next mont, the puppet’s chin dropped two inches, and its mouth opened. At the sa ti, a knife sprung out of its mouth, shining with a cold light.
The crowd: "..."
Damn!
They had never seen such small chanisms!
They hadn’t heard anything about it!
So the chanical Puppet had other secrets hidden within?!
"Grandma, why do I feel like these small chanisms have your style—" Shaw muttered halfway, glanced at the mark on the puppet’s dagger, and beca furious, "Damn, soone used your mark—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Shaw’s eyes widened, and he turned to look at Nora, "You made it?"
"Yes." Nora nodded, raising an eyebrow, "Impressive, right?"
"Did you know it was going to be included in our national treasures this year?" Shaw asked.
Nora was a bit surprised, "Really?"
"..."
Don’t ask, if you ask, Grandma is just that amazing.
On the stage, amidst rising exclamations, the old curator continued to reveal the small hidden features on the chanical Puppet, one after another. So were easy to find, others required solving puzzles, even using knowledge about the five elents and Eight Trigrams.
Even the old curator expressed that the creator wouldn’t disclose the location of the chanisms. After discovering the hidden chanisms, they consulted experts and researched for half a year before identifying all of them.
The crowd watching grew larger and larger.
Exhibit managers and masters from various fields on the second floor, even those on the first floor, all rushed over to watch.
This included Aaron Scott, Rosa Sullivan, and others in Area A.
"This is truly a miracle!"
"Incredible! Is this the technology of the East Kingdom?!"
"So amazing! I want to know who the creator is!"
...
Foreigners were exclaiming repeatedly.
anwhile, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room soared.
[I thought making the puppet move by itself was impressive, but it turns out its body contains all kinds of small chanisms?!]
[😂😂😂 This elusive master has a bit of wicked humor, so cute.]
[Ah, I’m so proud! Our country’s technology! Our country’s miracle! Thinking about it appearing on such an international stage brings tears to my eyes.]
[Don’t say anymore, I’m already crying.]
[Amazing, such pride! A new appreciation for chanical Techniques. Begging the creator to co out and take disciples, ahhh!]
[What should I do, I want to learn!!!]
...
Millions of people were focused on this scene.
Seeing the miraculous chanical Techniques, witnessing international masters’ astonishnt, witnessing their cultural heritage, seeing the past strength and depth of this nation... they felt proud and fortunate to be born in a country with thousands of years of accumulation and tradition.
In the live broadcast plan, twenty minutes were initially allocated for the "chanical Puppet," but the heat and shock caused by its display were beyond the production team’s imagination, so they imdiately extended the ti, doubling it.
"We know the creator of the chanical Puppet has always refused to show up. Could the old curator slightly share so stories about him with us?" the host initiated the Q&A session.
The old curator gently closed his eyes, then opened them again, smiling kindly.
Thinking of the past, his brows and eyes were full of smiles.
He concealed Nora’s identity, and roughly shared his story with her, everyone listened quietly, afraid to miss a single word.
[Ahhh, a gentleman’s friendship! It feels great!]
[Just because he was kind to the master, the master gave him the museum’s treasure?! Looks like I need to be a helpful person from now on!]
[Respect for the master increased! increased! increased! Because of his fondness for the puppet and a little kindness, he gave such a generous gift, what a celestial being! Is he a descending deity?!]
[The mindset of the older generation of artists is truly different.]
...
Netizens kept discussing in the live broadcast room.
At this mont, the old curator finished speaking, nodded, and sighed: "The younger generation is truly formidable."
Host: ???
Audience: ???
Live Stream: ???
Youngster... what the heck?! Old curator, you better explain this to clearly!
"A youngster?" The host was also shocked and could hardly believe it, almost losing composure in front of the national audience, "Old curator, do you an to say that the person who delivered this chanical puppet is a young person?"
"Let think..." The old curator paused, calculating in his mind, "At that ti, she must have been in her twenties."
Host: "..."
Let him take a mont to process this.
The onlookers couldn’t handle such explosive news, finally breaking their silence and bursting into chatter.
"How is that possible, twenty years old?!"
"In my mind, the creator is a transcendent being away from the world, how did they beco a twenty-sothing youngster?!"
"Seriously? Can this be considered human?!"
"Creating a nationally recognized treasure at twenty?!"
"Is this person a god..."
...
Besides the live scene, the live stream also exploded.
[Old curator, are you kidding ?!]
[??? Didn’t I just hallucinate?]
[Impossible! Impossible! I refuse to accept this reality!]
...
"Oh, this youngster..." The old curator thought for a bit, glanced at Nora Scott, then retracted his gaze and continued, "I recently found out that in our country’s chanism Arts Circle, she has a very resounding title. Many chanism enthusiasts want to collect her works—"
Upon saying this, the old curator once again raised his hand and pressed a button on top of the puppet’s head.
The dagger popped out once more.
He pointed to the pattern on the dagger, "Perhaps soone present can recognize this symbol."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cara zood in imdiately.
Many masters also got closer.
"Master Sliver?!"
"That’s right, the ginkgo leaf! The identical mark! It’s the famous Master Sliver!"
"Master Sliver is a twenty-sothing youngster?!"
...
The masters’ eyes were about to pop out.
Old Curator: "..."
Your Master Sliver is next door enjoying ice cream with great relish.
"I’ve heard so rumors," the host faced the cara and introduced, "chanical techniques have beco popular this year due to a variety show, and the chanism Arts Circle is gradually appearing in the public eye. Like the Sullivan Clan from Xiangel City—one of our ’Automatic Factory’ creators, Miss Rosa Sullivan, cos from there..."
The host had evidently done his howork, lecturing profusely: "In the chanism Arts Circle, there’s a reclusive master who never shows face, but because a ginkgo leaf is engraved on the works, they’re respectfully called ’Master Sliver.’ Their works mainly consist of chanical toys, and there should be collectors at the scene who have brought so—"
"Here! Here!"
Soone quickly shouted, not wanting to miss the opportunity.
Curiosity about "Master Sliver" was overwhelming, and once that person shouted, people made way imdiately, revealing two handso guys—Frank Ford and Thomas Langley.
"Ahem."
Nora Scott almost choked on her ice cream.
Damn? Why are they here at the art exhibition too?
"Granny, do you think they still don’t know you’re Master Sliver?" Shaw sneaked a glance at the two and quietly asked Nora Scott.
Nora Scott finished her last bite of ice cream, handed the bamboo stick to Shaw, pretended not to hear Shaw’s question, and said nothing.
anwhile, not far away—
Ryan Ford was examining Nora Scott thoughtfully.
A twenty-sothing Master Sliver;
Every ti the old curator ntioned it, he’d glance in that direction.
Isn’t it obvious he’s referring to Nora Scott?!
Ryan Ford furrowed his brows lightly.
He initially thought Nora Scott just knew Master Sliver, but now—herself?
Recalling Daniela Esteves pretending to be Master Sliver and everyone targeting Nora Scott, Ryan Ford couldn’t help but press his stomach, feeling a sharp pain twisting within.
Live Stream:
[Damn, this symbol looks strangely familiar, I must have seen it sowhere.]
[Check out one of Victor Technology’s exhibitions? At that ti there was a chanical drone that dazzled everyone, and it had this mark on it.]
[I think I saw it on one of Clent Winter’s Weibo posts...]
[Hurry, hurry! The internet never forgets, this pattern must have appeared online sowhere, everyone, let’s find it!!]
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