When the discussion was almost over, Muse also exposed the mechanical armament he was currently making to Angel.
Mechanical weapons are indeed somewhat similar to mechas, but, compared to the further concept of full coverage and automatic operation of mechas, mechanical weapons are more like wearable exoskeletons, which reminds Angel of his phantom limbs.
However, after careful comparison, it is still different from the phantom limb.
The stronger the phantom limb belongs to the physical body, the stronger it is.
But mechanical armament, the stronger the technique of the alchemist, the stronger its effect.
In terms of pure potential, Angel felt that the phantom limb might be better. But the mechanical weapon is better than simple, and it can be enchanted or cured... There are various ways to enhance it, and it can be replaced at any time without consuming its own magic source.
All in all, the two are similar to some extent, but each has advantages. From Angel's point of view, regardless of the strength of the physical body, just talking about the comparison between the phantom limbs and the mechanical weapons, the mechanical weapons will definitely be better once they are formed.
After Muse introduced his mechanical armament, he made a request to Angel:
"Can I incorporate some of the ideas you said into the mechanical weapons that are being made today?"
Muston paused: "Of course, I will not take advantage of you and will compensate you accordingly."
Angel was stunned for a moment. What he actually said were just ideas and concepts, and there was still a long way to go before the real implementation. If the Muse is to implement these ideas, there may be a long way to go.
Moreover, what he said before was also said to Midora, so Angel didn't think about cherishing the broom.
Angel nodded: "Of course you can, but you don't need to give any supplements..."
"Cough cough." Before Angel was finished, Midora suddenly coughed and interrupted Angel's words.
When Angel looked over suspiciously, Midora gave him a wink.
Angel nodded with a vague understanding, and continued: "I'm looking forward to what the mechanical weapons will look like after incorporating the concept of mecha."
Muse also noticed Midora's eyes, a dark light flashed in Muse's eyes, but his expression did not change: "Now that you have the concept of mecha, this has made my thinking that has been stagnant for a long time, and there is a new The idea. It is estimated that it will not be long before the finished product will be released. When the time comes, I will inform you as soon as possible. "
Angel nodded, and there was a look of anticipation in his eyes.
"Similarly, I'm also looking forward to the mecha you mentioned." Muse said.
Angel has no plans to refine the mecha recently, so in the face of Muse's expectations, he can only put on a smile without saying a word.
When the atmosphere was relatively harmonious, suddenly, a light blue humanoid light spirit emerged from the ground.
"Antonio, what's the matter with you?" Muse looked at the humanoid spirit emitting blue light, his face was blurred, and only faint light could be seen.
Antonio, like the steward of a noble family, bowed gently to the muse: "Sir, forgive me, there are already a few people in the conference room who are ready to leave. If you don't come, it is estimated that there are not enough people left to witness. new members join."
"Really?" Muse took out a mechanical pocket watch, glanced at the time, and muttered, "We only talked for an hour, what's the hurry?"
Antonio still said unhurriedly: "Yes, the adults and Mr. Pat only chatted for an hour, but you had called them an hour before that. So, they have waited for more than two hours on average. Hour."
Muse scolded and stood up: "Okay, let's talk about it today, let's go and do the trivial things first."
"That's not trivial, it's a ritual that existed in the previous generation."
"Isn't it just a witnessing ceremony, I don't know why it is so solemn." Muse muttered, then turned to Angel and said: "Let's go, although this is just a cutscene, it always needs to go through it again. of."
Muse stepped forward first, while Antonio turned his head, nodded to Angel with that blurred face, and disappeared.
Midora also said at this time: "Joining the R&D Institute does have to have a cutscene. The Muse asked you to come over, which is actually why. Let's go. The group of alchemists waited for a few hours, and they are probably a little impatient."
With Midora's narration, Angel gradually understood that this so-called transition is actually a new member, and it needs to be nodded by at least ten or more members of the R&D Institute before it can be recognized. Of course, for Muse, this is indeed a transition, because once he agrees, other members will not deliberately block him even if they don't like Angel.
On their way to the conference room, Midora said in a low voice, "Remember, since the Muse said he wanted to compensate you, you must not refuse. He is a cheeky guy, you refuse to make compensation, He would have gladly agreed."
"Perhaps for you, this concept is nothing, but for Muse, it is a kind of mental conflict, for an alchemist of his level, an inspiration is already very valuable, let alone a direct The confrontation of thinking." Midora paused: "And the compensation he gave you will never disappoint you."
While they were chatting, the muse, who was walking in the forefront, had already turned around and left the Palace of Creation.
Angel originally thought that the conference room was in the Hall of Creation, but the Muse took them along the path outside the hall, and went down against the cliff-like wall.
The "Zhi" line kept going down, not over the ground, not over the abyss, and then passed through a bright door. Angel noticed that behind the door was an upside-down sky.
After a closer look, I found that this place is already outside the tower of the R&D Institute.
Crossing a mechanical arch bridge made of steel, they arrived at a Sky Fortress floating in mid-air.
Inside the fort is a rotunda, in the center of which is a long table, lit by overhead lights.
On the periphery of the long table, there are many seats set up like an auditorium in a court. But at this time, there was no one in the seat.
"Actually, according to the process of the ceremony, there will be alchemists to watch the ceremony, but this time the Muse's decision to join the R&D Institute is sudden. Therefore, this step is omitted." Midora explained: "Just Even the ten witnesses were actually made up by force."
Muse sat directly at the main seat of the long table, while Angel was arranged in the main and guest seats opposite him.
Midora patted Angel's shoulder, then found her place and sat down.
After Angel was seated, he noticed that there were more than 30 seats on this long table, but one-third of them were empty.
And the people who took the seat, in fact, looked closely and found that they were basically not real people.
It's all an illusion of some sort.
"This is not aimed at you. In fact, most of the members of the R&D Institute are very lazy. Basically, they show up in this way for every witnessing ceremony. What's more, this time, because of the sudden incident, the dean suddenly wants to hold a witnessing ceremony, so many Even if the members want to rush over, there is no way."
The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman. She was also not a real person, but an illusion.
She was the closest to Angel, sitting on his right.
Seeing Angel look over, she smiled and said, "My name is Portia, and I am an alchemist of pharmacy in Kongsha Hill now."
Angel nodded cautiously: "My name is..."
"Angel Pat. I am very familiar with your name." Portia smiled and said, "I also read Yingdu Yeyu."
Portia smiled and talked to Angel. Angel was thinking while listening. He always felt as if he had heard Portia's name somewhere...
"Although not many members rushed back to the witnessing ceremony due to special reasons, there is an exception." Portia looked at a seat on the table, her eyes flashing with unreadable light: "This time it's still my mother-in-law. For the first time in thousands of years, she used her real body to participate, it seems that she is very optimistic about you."
Angel followed Portia's line of sight, and his eyes were stunned.
Angel doesn't know how the ranking here is calculated, but Angel estimates that the closer to the main position, the higher the status should be.
At this time, Midora was sitting on the left side of Muse; on his right side, he was also the "mother-in-law" in Portia's mouth, and Angel was no stranger to it.
It was the mother-in-law Nail that Angel had only met not long ago.
Master of the Nail Alchemy House!
Perhaps noticing Angel's gaze, Granny Nail turned her head to look at Angel, and nodded lightly to him as a greeting.
"Mother-in-law is also a member of the R&D Institute?"
Portia nodded: "Yes, my mother-in-law is not only a full member, but also a member of the senior level. She created a lot of brilliant works a thousand years ago, but then she fell silent because of some things."
Angel nodded in understanding. He still remembered that when he saw Granny Nail for the first time, Granny Nail once said, "My name? It's been too long, I've forgotten it."
When Granny Nail said these words, there was nostalgia in her eyes, which showed that she didn't really forget, but just didn't want to say it.
Angel didn't know what the story of Granny Nails was, so she was silent, and she was reluctant to mention the past, including her own name. However, seeing this fairly familiar person in the R&D Institute, Angel felt a little relieved.
After seeing Granny Nails, Angel was also observing the others on the table.
The people here, Angel basically looks familiar, all of them are famous alchemists in the southern region. However, their attitude is not as obvious as that of Granny Nail, or Midora and others, and their expressions are ambiguous. Occasionally glance at Angel, which is more scrutiny and curiosity.
Angel also couldn't see whether they were good or bad to him.
Portia seemed to see what Angel was thinking, and explained to him with a smile: "Actually, it will come in response to the dean. Basically, the position has been preset, and it will not be a problem. The members who are really uncomfortable. , it didn't show up this time."
When Portia said this, she looked at an empty space in the middle of the long table.
"Do you know whose position is that?" Portia didn't expect Angel to answer, and continued: "Have you heard of grafting a madman?"