vncnus Chapter 119
Chapter 119
Chapter 119
After listening to Altair's explanation, Vivian fell into deep thought.
A few seconds later, she said, "That shouldn't be the case. I didn't issue any such task."
"Furthermore, I only leaked the news of the gathering a couple of days ago to three of my closest confidants."
After hearing Vivian's explanation, Altair casually joked, "Looks like your ability to train your subordinates isn't all that great."
"Aren't you worried?" Vivian tempted.
"No," Altair said, then explained, "because I feel this is a kind of warning."
"If you analyze it carefully, you'll understand that there are only three types of people who can attend that gathering: members of the witch cult or Gnostic you've trained, our family's guards, and the extremely rare wild extraordinary individuals."
"At first, I just thought that Grelint had just met a wild Extraordinary who desperately needed materials, and that he was forced to agree to explain Extraordinary knowledge to Grelint in order to get the materials."
"At the party, he pretended to be an voyeur; today, while explaining, he forgot his role and used his influence as an instigator in front of me—all these actions convey a message."
That means "I" am always watching you.
"It seems the Witch Church still doesn't trust us; this is a warning to us."
"Go back to the base tomorrow and see if anyone is looking for you."
After listening to Altair's explanation, Vivian kissed her and said, "I understand. I'll go back tomorrow and take a look, and also clean up the traitors."
After saying this, Vivian hooked her legs around Altair's waist and said, "Master, Vivian has done such a big mistake, please be lenient with me later."
As Altair picked up Vivian and prepared to leave the living room, he heard her say sweetly, "Right here. Don't worry, there are no outsiders in this villa tonight."
On the morning of April 28, 1347, Altair and Vivian had breakfast together and then said their goodbyes.
The two then left Sheffield Manor in Queens in separate carriages, without one in front of the other.
Vivian went to the witch cult's training base in the eastern district of Backlund.
Altair, on the other hand, arrived at the Ommesaiah mechanical shop on Vlad Street in the East District.
Upon entering the shop, Altair saw Butler Hahn and Captain Simon, the two who had just been assigned tasks. He casually asked, "Did anything interesting happen in the East District today?"
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After exchanging a glance, the guards respectfully addressed Altair: "Your Excellency Earl Altair, the Eastern District remains unchanged these past two days."
"Factory owners ruthlessly exploit the workforce, gangs extort protection money—ordinary people can only survive in misery."
"Boring," Altair replied casually before entering the back of the shop, where she had designed her own studio.
Sitting in her studio, Altair began to think about what kind of mechanical marvel she should design. After some thought, she decided on her goal: as a man, she definitely needed to design a mecha.
—Too big won't do, there's no power source. Even if it's a mysterious style, using spiritual drive, it can still beat me to death. So let's lower the height a bit, design it to be around four meters. It can't be too low, after all, mechs are all about the difference in height.
Iron Man... No, that's basically an exoskeleton suit, and to be honest, I don't think it looks very mechanical.
I feel like I'm falling into a mental trap. Why should I sit in and drive myself? Why can't I just control it remotely?
Yes, yes, yes, it's best to have more firepower, so it can't be treated like a toy, and it's best if it can also be used on the battlefield in the later stages.
Make it more mechanical-looking—use more square elements, and ideally, make it silent when moving.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Around noon, the shop staff gently knocked on the door of Altair's studio.
Upon hearing the voice, Altair casually said, "Go in."
When the staff opened the door, they saw that Altair Zhou Wei's paper was scattered everywhere, and the tools had all been turned on and used.
After a slight pause, he said, "Earl Altair, it's almost noon. Would you like me to arrange a carriage for you to return to Sheffield Manor for lunch?"
"No need," Altair said casually, head down, adjusting the parts in his hands. "I can just find any restaurant around here later."
"Understood." After thinking for a moment, the shop assistant said, "Then, would you like me to buy it back for you?"
Altair looked up but didn't reply to the shop assistant; instead, he gave him a disdainful look. Then he lowered his head again and continued working on the item in his hands.
After fully understanding Altair's meaning, the shop assistant introduced, "Count Altair, besides having a large number of herbal medicine shops, Vlad Street also has some antique shops—"
"If you'd like to buy lunch, just step outside the store, walk a short distance to the left, and head towards the middle of the street. There's a pretty good coffee shop there —"
"I understand," Altair said casually, never one to give up.
After sensing Altair's obvious dissatisfaction, the shop assistant wisely left the studio.
As soon as he stepped into the store, he heard his bodyguards mocking him: "See? I told you you were doing a thankless job. Why did you have to go and fawn over them?"
Upon hearing this, the shop assistant wasn't angry. Instead, he scratched the back of his head and said, "It's just because of life, I—"
"Actually, you can just ask directly." After hearing this, the guard casually said, "Altair is quite kind to his own people. If you just want to find a job for your sister, you can just ask."
At 2 p.m., Altair rubbed his temples and left the Om Messiah mechanical shop, heading out onto the street.
Once he regained his senses, Altair was able to see the old street in front of him clearly. After making a few casual remarks, he followed the shop assistant's directions and went to the middle of the street.
After pushing open the coffee shop door, Altair went to the ordering area and casually ordered some tea, a plate of stewed lamb with tender peas, a loaf of bread, a slice of toast, and a serving of butter, totaling 20 pence.
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After taking just a couple of bites, Altair noticed that the food at this coffee shop tasted a bit strange. It wasn't exactly bad, but it just felt odd, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Altair waved and then casually asked, "Excuse me, could you tell me what this is made of?"
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