Palamedes almost called out Vivian's name, but he only said the first syllable and stopped immediately. Thinking carefully, the woman in front of him could never be Vivian.
First of all, Vivian does not smoke. She is a scholar and is often engaged in research on various precision equipment. Cigarettes permeate the air and the particles scattered everywhere can destroy her research results, so Vivian is not interested in cigarettes.
She hated the stuff so much that she usually wouldn't even allow Paramedis to smoke in her institute.
Secondly, Vivian is not completely unaware of the identity of Paramidis [Blade Stranger]. If this woman is really Vivian, she had just met Paramidis on this occasion.
When talking to Diss, he would call him by his first name, so it would be impossible to call him "Mr. Blade Stranger".
Again, this woman is a bit fatter than Vivian, although she is not obese; she also looks a little older than Vivian, probably about ten years older; her hair is still medium-long brown,
It's not Vivian's flowing black knee-length hair. ------Although for a succubus, all these foreign trade changes are very simple to achieve.
It was almost certain that the woman in front of him was not Vivian, but Palamedes still thought that this person looked too similar to Vivian. Seeing this appearance, it was impossible for Palamedes not to be surprised.
Fortunately, he was covered from head to face by the hat and shawl of the Blade Stranger suit, so the expression on his face would not be seen by the other party.
Da Mao suppressed the shock in his heart and asked calmly: "Are you the leader of the railway organization? How should you call it?"
"Call me Desdemona. Although this is just a code name for being an agent." The railway chief replied lightly. Judging from her words and deeds, it seemed that she did not know Palamedes.
Are there two people so similar in this world? Could it be Vivian's mother... or a relative? But Palamedes has heard that Vivian's mother Igraine (who is also King Arthur
(his mother) has long since passed away. First of all, the Desdemona in front of him cannot be Igraine. Are there any other relatives? There are only three people who are directly related to Vivian. One is the same mother as Vivian.
Arthur, the half-father, and the other two sisters who share the same father and mother as Vivian, namely the second sister Morgose and the third sister Morgan (these two women are not good things!).
Palamedes has never heard of Vivian having any cousins. She has been doing research alone in her own research institute, and it doesn't seem like she has any other cousins besides her younger brother and two younger sisters.
The appearance of other relatives.
But having said that, how much does Paramedes know about the succubi and their family lineage? It is too early for him to make any judgment now as he knows almost nothing. It is better to stay calm at this time.
, let’s first see what the railway leader Desdemona has to say.
"It was you who defeated the Academy Stalker." Desdemona said straight to the point: "You did something that our railway organization has not been able to do for hundreds of years, or even dared to imagine. In this matter
, please first let me pay you my highest respect."
"No. I'm just picking up the slack. Without the help of Dicken and Glory, I probably wouldn't even be able to confront the stalker head-on." Palamedes replied.
"Although the trial work brought by Di Geng is also one of the main reasons, it is you who defeated the stalker with your own hands. There is no need to be humble." Desdemona continued: "So I have a suggestion: Do you want to join the railway organization?
Mr. Blade Stranger?"
Palamedes was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the leader of the railway would suddenly persuade him to join the organization. This happened so quickly that he didn't know how to react.
"Whether it is the Stalker's chip or the components of those artificial humans, we must rely on our railway's genius hackers to effectively analyze it and finally get the coordinates of the academy." Desdemona added: "But
The Railway is just an intelligence organization and does not have the strength to confront the academy head-on. We are still very clear about this."
"So you want to make a deal." Palamedes hummed.
"Yes." Desdemona replied straightforwardly: "Judging from the battle report, your combat effectiveness should be comparable to Glory, and the equipment on your body is suitable for sneak operations, which is the best when invading the academy."
candidate. We need you just as you need us. In this case, mutual benefit is the best choice."
"Are there any conditions required to join the railway? For example...do I need to tell you my true identity?" Paramedis asked, he didn't want to reveal his true identity.
"Take it." Desdemona threw a medal to Palamedes: "This is a token of the railway. It has a highly anti-counterfeiting identification chip embedded in it. With it, you can freely enter the railway base.
No longer blocked by guards."
"Is that all...?" Palamedes took the medal that was shaped like a lantern and looked at it carefully. It didn't look as high-tech as Deshemona said. It was just a red medal.
It's just a small copper-colored metal medal. Maybe there really is a chip inside, and it's just highly disguised as an ordinary medal.
"Ah, by the way, be careful about pricking your hands." Desdemona said suddenly.
Prick, it's too late. A small spike suddenly appeared from the small medal and pricked Palamedes' hand. The big cat was wearing gloves from the Silver Winged Stranger suit. It was supposed to be
It is a kind of glove embedded with bulletproof fiber, which is strong and resistant to knife cuts, but it was still penetrated by the spikes in this small medal and pierced into the palm of Palamedes.
"Hmm..." The big cat snorted.
"Blood sampling is completed and identity verification is completed." A mechanical voice came from the small medallion.
"Even if the login is completed now, your genetic factor data has been recorded by the chip in the medal. This medal can only be used by you and cannot be transferred to others." Desdemona said: "If someone else takes it from you
He tried to steal the medal and planned to use it to pass the gate of the railway base, but the medal would explode on its own."
So that’s it, it’s really a thoughtful idea.
"Mr. Blade Stranger, I don't care who you are or what you look like." Desdemona smiled and said: "Even for the railway agents working here, their appearances are temporary. There are many who
You will choose to have plastic surgery once a month to completely change your appearance. Therefore, [what you look like] cannot be used as a criterion for judging railway members. What we believe in is always the unchanging body data. Even if you keep your face covered forever,
Don’t show your true colors, as long as you wear the same medal, you are our ally. So, please protect this medal, it is your only pass to enter and exit the railway."
"When I came in just now, Di Geng was doing a voiceprint check and a retinal test..." Palamedes couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"He is a special one among the railway members, so don't worry about it." Desdemona said: "Now, you must be tired too. You can just leave like this, or you can use the lounge at the railway base to take a rest. Artificial
The data analysis of human components and stalker chips will not be completed in a short time. We will contact you after our programmers complete the data analysis."
"Of course." Palamedes still remembered the channel of Dicken's communicator, which meant that if Dicken wanted to contact him, he could do so unilaterally.
"One more thing." Palamedes added: "This time I was entrusted by the [Egyptian Liberation Movement Association] to collect artificial human components. Although I have decided to join the railway, I have not yet
There is no reason to terminate the agreement with the rebels and return empty-handed..."
"As for the artificial human components, you can return them all after the programmer completes the data copy. There are six in total." Desdemona said: "But I'm sorry, the stalker chip is a very sensitive and fragile item. Once started,
You cannot interrupt the cracking process, otherwise it will ruin everything. Before the cracking of the Stalker chip is completed, the chip cannot be given to you."
"Okay, that's fair." Paramedis hummed. He was originally only entrusted to obtain the artificial human components. The entrustment did not mention the stalker chip. He believed that Preston
Bian will not ask him for any Stalker chip.
"[The craftsman] is starting to crack it." The railway leader added: "If you have nothing to do, you can visit him. Di Geng will take you there to find him."
[Artisan]? It's probably also the code name of the railway agent. Palamedes nodded, then left the box where Desdemona was and returned to the hall. The railway agents in the hall were still immersed in their work.
Qian was doing all kinds of information collection and sorting work, but a man with a bald head and sunglasses walked up to Paramedis doing nothing: "I heard you want to see [Artisan]?"
"Yes. Please take me there." Palamedes replied lightly.
"Of course. Please come this way." Di Geng waved his hand and walked towards the east wing of the hall: "Before meeting [the craftsman], remember to hide all the weapons and threatening equipment in your hands. There should be no traces of it on you.
Is there blood stains? If there is any, I suggest you wipe up the blood stains now."
"ha?"
"That guy [Artisan] is the very neurotic person I mentioned before." Di Geng hummed, "Any disturbance will scare him, so please keep a low profile."
"Your railway organization really has no shortage of weirdos..." Palamedes hummed.
"He is indeed a weirdo, but he is excellent. For a railway that is in urgent need of human resources, excellence is enough." Di Geng said, leading Palamedes through a long dark corridor. Moving forward.
It got quieter and quieter as he walked, and Paramedis could even see the sound-absorbing panels being added to the wall, which were obviously designed to make the nearby area quieter. Normal people shouldn't need such an office, that is
It is said that the front office was designed like this for a certain person, and that guy seemed to be very neurotic, to the point where he could not tolerate even the slightest noise.
"[Craftsman], here we come." Di Geng pushed the door open and entered. The doors he pushed open were all highly sound-insulated asbestos board doors, and the door shafts were so well maintained that the action of pushing the door did not even make a fulcrum. The sound of friction.
"Tsk, you're bothering me again." There was a person sitting in a five-yard square office ------ [craftsman]. He heard the sound of Di Geng pushing the door in, and then he turned his wheelchair and looked at Come over. (To be continued)