There were many twists and turns in the process, but in the end the two people's stronghold was initially set up, which fully met the requirements of the Field Support Department for the stronghold.
Palmer said he wanted to enjoy the fruits of his labor, so he lay down on the single bed and rested. In fact, this guy just didn't want to work. He would never let go of this opportunity to be an honest salary thief.
Boluogo walked around the alchemy workshop and got to know the environment, while Aimu followed him and explained to him.
"Most of the rooms on the first floor are warehouses, where many materials are stored. They can also be regarded as living areas. The kitchen and other things are also here."
Aimu was like a tour guide, carefully explaining to Boluogo, "The second floor is the experimental area. It is best not to come here often. Many experiments are conducted here."
"The third floor is the teacher's private territory. He does not allow anyone to go to the third floor without his consent," Aimu added, "But generally speaking, the teacher himself will not go to the third floor. He usually
Rest in the experimental area on the second floor."
"Is there anything in the third floor?"
Boluogo asked, if TEDA has any secrets, they must be hidden on the third floor.
"I don't know, I haven't been there either." Aimu shrugged, and the halo in his eyes shrank.
The two came to the center of the first floor. When they raised their heads, they could see that the ceiling above their heads had been penetrated, reaching the top of the third floor. A thick black spire was located in it, with bright light floating on it, accompanied by the surge of ether.
There was movement, and a mechanical buzzing sound came from inside the minaret.
"This is the hub tower. It runs through the entire building. It not only supplies energy for experiments, but also maintains the stability of the virtual domain." Aimu introduced.
"Unless necessary, please stay away from here, especially your partner."
Aimu put her hands on her hips and became serious. When she was serious, the halo in her eyes would stop rotating and freeze in place.
"Are you warning?"
Bologg looked at her doubtfully. Judging from the words, Aimu was indeed warning him, but combined with her actions and cold tone, it gave Bologg a strange feeling.
"Huh? Isn't that enough of a warning?"
Aimu is like an actor who makes a mistake in his performance and consults the director for advice.
"If you want to warn me, your tone should be stronger, not cold," Bologo said.
"That's it..." Aimu touched his throat, "I'm still optimizing my vocal cords, so I can only use this tone for the time being."
This sounds really amazing. For Aimu, everything about the body can be adjusted.
"The other thing is...why are you akimbo?"
Borrogo went on to say that Aimu acted like an angry female character in a romance drama.
"I think it's written like this. When a female character is angry, she will put her hands on her hips and yell." Aimu said.
"What are you looking at?"
"Using your human classification, it should be love," Aimu looked at Boluogo up and down, and then said, "This description of courtship should be very suitable for dealing with men like you, right?"
"ah……"
Boluogo felt a headache. He felt that he was facing a strange life. Although she had a human appearance and the same way of thinking as humans, it was obvious that she had not been in this world for a long time, and
Knowledge basically comes from various books.
It can be said that the theoretical knowledge is sufficient, but there is no practical practice.
"Theory needs practice." Boluogo said.
"I am practicing now, how is the practical effect?" Aimu asked excitedly.
"Failure, complete failure."
Boluogo gave Amu a big X for imitating human beings.
But Bologg doesn't hate Aimu. This guy is indeed a person with zero practice, just like a life born in this world. Sometimes her actions look silly and clumsy, but Bologg likes this kind of thing.
A feeling of innocence.
He has witnessed too much bad darkness, and a healthy mind sometimes needs something warm to spice it up.
"Is that so?"
The halo in his eyes shrank, and Aimu leaned aside with a bit of disappointment.
"It's okay. You can learn slowly. We will always be here in the future."
After hearing Boluogo's words, the deflated halo propped up again. Although Amu's expression fluctuated very little, it was really easy to guess her mood through the changes in the halo.
In Bolog's view, Aimu is like a child who has been locked up by Teda for a long time. She is full of curiosity about the outside world, reading about the splendor of the world over and over in books, and then clumsily learning and imitating.
Just like a person who was born in the desert, he learned how to control a sailboat from an early age.
Today, Aimu is very happy and active. In the small closed world of the alchemy workshop, there are few changes in this monotonous world. The arrival of Boluogo and Palmer is undoubtedly a falling meteorite, which has changed the silence of death.
The atmosphere stirred up waves.
"Speaking of which, you have a familiar smell."
Aimu suddenly approached Boluogo and made a sniffing gesture.
Boluogo became vigilant instinctively, and then slowly relaxed, his eyes darkened.
Recently, too many people have mentioned "familiar smell" to him, and all of them are so bad that Bologg has even developed a stress disorder in response to this sentence.
"Can you let me see it?" Aimu stretched out his hand and asked.
She didn't say what it was, but Bologg understood her meaning so directly, and the thing pointed by Aimu also became strangely agitated at this moment, even though Bologg didn't call it.
Bologg raised his hand, and a small silver snake protruded from his sleeve, wrapped around Bologg's fingertips, and stretched out his small body.
With the injection of ether, it became more and more active, like a real snake.
"This is your work," said Bologna.
"Hmm, I didn't expect to see it again."
Aimu looked happier. She reached out and stroked the silver snake. It was obviously a cold dead thing driven by ether, but in Aimu's eyes, it seemed to have real vitality.
"Actually, I felt it the day you came, but you and the teacher had something serious to talk about, so I didn't interrupt."
It's strange that Aimu is ignorant and naive in some aspects, but in other aspects, she is truly human, and she can even read the atmosphere.
Burlogo wished that Palmer could also learn to read the atmosphere.
"This is very good, thank you."
Bologg thanked Aimu. He liked this alchemical weapon very much. It was changeable and cunning, and it helped Bologg solve the problem of carrying metal with him to a great extent.
The Hand of Recruitment can only control real-life materials, which causes Borogo to be greatly affected by the environment when fighting. In order to make up for this flaw, he often carries a pile of steel plates on his body as metal for recruitment.
But it's different with the snake scale liquid. This weird distortion product, combined with its own proliferation ability, can make Boluogo in a metal paradise at any time, wielding deadly iron swords one after another, throwing
A swarm of iron spears appeared.
The only flaw is that the proliferation of Snake Scale Silver also requires ether, and the more it proliferates, the greater the amount of ether consumed. Even if Bologo is a sublime master who controls the "narrow" tendency of the school, high-intensity combat
Next, the ether will often fall into a state of exhaustion.
Most importantly, the depletion of ether will also limit his resurrection from the dead.
"You're welcome, this thing will only show its value if it is placed in the hands of the right person." Aimu said.
"I'm surprised that creations will also try to create things," Bologg stared at Aimu's eyes, staring at the halo in his blue pupils, "This thing is your creation."
The halo trembled, and Boluogo thought she was probably raising an eyebrow.
"Why would you want to create this thing? Just learn alchemy?"
Boluogo continued to ask, he felt that Aimu was very wonderful, wonderful in every sense. Not only did she awaken to her own consciousness and felt that she needed a name, but she was also constantly learning and optimizing herself, and she even
Created his own creation.
Teda was probably immersed in the joy of research and teaching and did not realize this, but in Bolog's eyes, Amu was almost indistinguishable from a human being except for her body.
Learn, use and create.
This made Boluogo become infinitely curious about Aimu, and it also made Boluogo think about what was hidden under Aimu's cold cheek.
"Um……"
Aimu began to think, while Boluogo continued to stare into her eyes.
Boluogo realized that when Aimu was running stably, the halo in her eyes would rotate back and forth in a small amount, and when she was thinking, the rotation amplitude and reciprocating speed of the halo would gradually increase.
Now the halo in Aimu's eyes was reciprocating rapidly, and suddenly the speed dropped sharply and returned to its normal state. Boluogo knew that she had finished thinking.
"Human beings are very fragile."
Aimu said, she still looked expressionless, her tone was cold, and her aura was frozen.
"A fragile life composed of fragile bones, fragile flesh, fragile nerves, and fragile will.
Human beings need to eat every once in a while to maintain life. In their short lives, a large part of their time is spent in dormancy. They also need oxygen to breathe for their flesh and blood. Once they are out of this gas for a period of time, they will suffocate. And die."
Under Amu's narration, human flesh and blood seemed so cowardly.
"But even with such a body, it still created so many interesting things... and me." Aimu looked down at his dark hands.
"I think that when humans create so many interesting things, they probably hope to leave traces on this world, right?"
"trace?"
"Trace that proves its existence."
Aimu struggled to express her thoughts in words, which was a bit difficult for her.
"Every life is bound by destined death, and all things decline, but the world will last forever, just like the marks on a tombstone. As long as these marks remain in the world, life will not really die."
"You created it? You wanted to leave a mark, did you think you were going to die?"
Bologg asked seriously. During the long time in the dark prison, Bologg had thought about many things seriously, just like a philosopher.
Sometimes Boluogo thinks that maybe human beings are the only beings who know their own mortality, but now Aimu actually understands the existence of death.
For the alchemy doll, there is no death. What awaits Amu is only damage and shutdown, but she regards this fate as death.
"Nothing can last forever, even if I am shaped by multiple alchemical materials, even if the traces left by human beings' desperate efforts, everything will disappear."
Aimu hugged the silver snake with both hands, his voice filled with joy.
"But I still want the traces to last longer, just longer."