Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1370: Section 1371: Multiple Personalities

Chapter 1370: Section 1371: Multiple Personalities

The Creation Hall wasn’t actually anything special; it was just a large chanical house, filled with gears and chains everywhere, along with various functional chanical structures that made this house reach its highest guarded point.

On either side of the hall’s main entrance, there stood a tall steel pillar.

Angel had just arrived at the main entrance of the hall, and before he even stepped in, he heard a voice: “Welco, new mber, to the Creation Hall. My na is Antonio, the Divine Spirit guarding the hall’s entrance.”

Angel looked up and saw that the speaker was actually a chanical lion perched on the left steel pillar, wearing a polite brass coat. As its mouth opened and closed, gears within could be seen.

“Oh, Antonio, your valor had captivated at first sight. If I encounter danger, may I seek you out, dear Antonio?” The speaker this ti was a rotating dancer on the right steel pillar, also a chanical construction, resembling a doll dancing in a music box.

“Of course you can, for I am not only guarding the hall but also protecting you, my Nannysha.”

Their exchange was full of an absurdly comical theatrical tone, but the most important thing was—

Midora listened to this dialogue with a dark face and emotionlessly said, “Please, next ti you’re having a split personality mont, consider changing the voice. When you use the sa voice, I’ll think it’s not a rotating dancer, but a rotating dancer man.”

Angel found it funny for the sa reason: their voices were the exact sa, that lazy male voice from earlier.

“It doesn’t matter what voice is used; what’s important is the aning being conveyed.” The rotating dancer stopped spinning and solemnly lowered her head, locking her icy gaze with Angel’s: “New mber, Antonio really does exist as a spirit, oh. When you are within the Alchemy Research Institute, if you feel danger, just call out for Antonio, and it will protect you imdiately.”

Angel looked confused; what dangers could he possibly encounter within the Research Institute?

“For instance, if you have a poor relationship with an alchemist and they want to harm you within the Institute; or, say, your experints encounter so unforeseen risks, Antonio will beco your guardian spirit.”

After the rotating dancer spoke, she began to spin again, emitting a yi yi ya ya singing sound.

At this mont, Midora also said to Angel, “He is right, Antonio is the Institute’s spirit. You can call on it for anything, whether it’s dangerous or not. It’s more reliable than a certain soone.”

A chilly breeze blew from behind, and Angel couldn’t shake the feeling that the ‘certain soone’ Midora ntioned was disturbingly watching them right now.

“Let’s go inside, didn’t you ask why I called you to the Research Institute?” Midora took the lead and walked forward. “Actually, it’s because a certain unreliable person wants to et you.”

The doors to the Creation Hall were pushed open, and Angel followed Midora inside.

The image Angel had conjured of the Research Institute was one filled with various workbenches and experintal tools. Up until now, however, he had not seen such a scene, until this mont.

Inside the Creation Hall, there wasn’t an empty great hall, but rather a laboratory towering dozens of ters high, divided into no less than six floors.

Each floor bustled with the movent of figures.

Everyone was busy with different tasks, exactly the busy scene Angel had imagined. But when he took a closer look, he realized that the individuals absorbed in the experintal work weren’t actual people at all, but chanical puppets with their joints exposed.

At a glance, there were at least a thousand chanical puppets in the six floors of laboratories.

Angel looked on in shock; he knew so alchemists employed Alchemy Golems or other non-living entities as assistants, but to see so many chanical puppets conducting alchemy experints was beyond his belief.

“Are all the laboratories in the Research Institute like this?” Angel couldn’t help asking.

Midora shook his head: “Only a certain soone would be such a lazybones.”

“Lazybones? Not at all. After all, with my diocre talent, can only employ nurous chanical puppets to enurate and help verify conjectures, so that among the many possibilities, I can find the most suitable one.” The leisurely, languid voice ca from beside him.

Angel had thought that, like the chanical birds and lions outside, it was another of Midora’s ‘certain soone’s split personality’ performances, but when he turned around, he saw a young man sitting at a desk.

His desk was filled with various docunts and files, while chanical puppets continuously erged from the lab, handing him the material.

As Angel looked on, he saw a chanical puppet flying down from the sixth floor, handing over a docunt: “Dean, this is the latest test result. The right arm’s pressure endurance has been reduced by 2% after improvents.”

“Only a reduction in wear rate? No other performance improvents?” The young man frowned, looking at the docunt: “Keep these points, file the rest, and retry the experint using the approach in improvent suggestion number 1737.”

The chanical puppet took the improvent suggestion and returned to the sixth floor. As the facility used transparent glass to separate each floor, Angel could clearly see the puppet imdiately sharing the new thod with all puppets on that level, which promptly sprung into action.

“All the chanical dolls on the sixth floor are studying the sa thing?” Angel asked.

Midora shook her head, “Not just the sixth floor; every floor here is studying the sa thing, albeit different parts of it.”

Midora paused, then looked at Angel, “Speaking of which, the subject of research is actually sowhat related to you.”

“Related to ?”

Midora nodded, “Do you rember the arm you alchemized for your friend?”

Angel was startled for a mont, then imdiately recalled sothing he had discussed years ago while studying with Midora, “chanical armant?”

“Exactly, chanical armant,” Midora said with a smile. “The blueprints for that chanical arm you designed inspired soone quite significantly.”

What Midora didn’t ntion was that it was precisely because soone had personally seen the blueprint of that arm and also witnessed the scene of Angel attaching it to his friend that he was struck by an idea and decided to give Angel the access card to the research facility.

The ‘soone’ Midora talked about just then approached.

“Midora is right, your chanical arm has greatly inspired ,” the newcor said with a smile. “I am Muse, welco to our ranks.”

Muse? Angel was surprised as he looked at the handso young man before him. Was this Muse?

The Muse who, according to outside rumors, was one of the two City Lords of the Sky chanical City and currently the strongest chanical Alchemist widely acknowledged as ‘diocre Muse’?

Angel, still in shock, was rather wooden even when introducing himself.

After listening, Muse still bead with a smile, “Actually, I know you better than you might think.”

Muse paused for a mont and changed the subject, “Speaking of which, I’ve been very much looking forward to the ‘cha’ concept you once ntioned to . Hopefully, one day, I can witness it with my own eyes.”

Angel was full of question marks, when had he ever discussed the concept of cha with Muse? He had only spoken to Midora about it, hadn’t he? Was it Midora who had ntioned it to Muse?

As Angel puzzled over this internally, Midora whispered, “Did you think it was my privilege to give you the access card to the research facility? The one present during your friend’s arm installation wasn’t , but soone who loves pretending to be other people and had transford into my likeness.”

Midora’s words felt sowhat fantastical to Angel, but on reflection, it seed true. Including what Sanders had hinted at earlier, that only the head of the research institute had the authority to issue access cards, and currently the head wasn’t Midora, but Muse!

The person who loved pretending to be others turned his head and looked at Midora with a fond glance that almost brimd with affection, “It seems our Magic Potion Master has not only taken over the qualifications to preside over the research institute ahead of schedule but now plans to extend the ti as well? I am touched.”

Midora shook his head vehently, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.”

Muse’s lips curled up, ignoring Midora’s trembling form, and turned to Angel, “I’ve wanted to discuss the concept of cha with you before, and since you’re here now, why don’t we sit down and chat?”

Angel was startled for a mont, “Lord Muse, did you call here just for this reason?”

“I brought you here for another matter, but compared to those trivial things, right now I’m more interested in the cha concept you’ve once ntioned,” Muse snapped his fingers, and several chairs and tables appeared out of thin air.

After gesturing for Angel to sit down, Muse didn’t engage in any further pleasantries and directly inquired about the matter he cared about.

Angel had once had an in-depth discussion about the concept of the cha with Midora, and at that ti, he had also thoroughly studied the data on the holographic tablet, so now he did not find it unfamiliar to talk about.

The ‘cha’ concept as explained by Angel was derived from Earth’s military technology, but that was just the basic frawork; when it ca to the details, Angel still expounded from an alchemist’s perspective.

Muse nodded repeatedly as he listened, and as soon as Angel finished explaining, he imdiately asked several questions that had piqued his curiosity.

Many of the questions he posed were very sharp, so of which Angel could answer, and so he could not.

The questions Angel couldn’t answer were mostly due to the differences between the two different civilizations. Angel wanted to replicate an Earth cha using an alchemist’s thods, which required many improvents—these all needed long-term research, and naturally, Angel couldn’t imdiately provide an answer.

Nevertheless, the content Angel had talked about already left Muse very satisfied.

Although so issues Angel raised were still tentative, and so of these ideas were clearly impractical, that was not important; after all, alchemy itself is prone to nurous problems, but as long as problems arise, they can be solved.