With the technical support of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Palatine District could develop much better.
Of course, this nominal Adeptus Mechanicus Earth Planet branch had to take orders entirely from Ron.
With Moss, a completely loyal robot, serving as the leader, there shouldn't be any problems regarding loyalty.
Cawl welcomed Ron and Moss into the building.
As soon as they sat down, a drone made from a human skull floated over carrying a cup.
Its skull was packed with internal mechanical structures, the machine oil was evenly applied, and the several mechanical claws on its body were polished to a bright, smooth shine.
It handed a cup to each person, then extended a tube from its mouth area.
With a sizzling pop, the tube filled each cup with an oily, unidentifiable tea.
Everyone had a cup.
Cawl warmly hosted them:
"Lord Governor, Lord Magos, please give it a try.
This is a secret mechanical fuel drink passed down in my Sali family, supposedly a recipe bestowed by some sage.
It's very delicious, and it's extremely helpful for sensing the machine spirit..."
As he spoke, he chugged it all down, seeming to enjoy it immensely.
Ron looked at that cup of tea and simply didn't dare to drink it.
Wasn't it basically machine oil?
Those tech-priests not only extensively modified their bodily organs, but even replaced their blood with special substances to extend their lifespans.
Who knew what kinds of weird things they drank.
Then, he watched as Moss beside him picked up his teacup and drank the beverage inside.
After drinking it, Moss seemed completely at ease; he nodded and praised:
"A fine beverage, praise the Machine God!"
Ron:???
You can eat things too, boy?
Seeing Moss finish his drink, the skull drone floated over again to refill his cup.