"By the way, are you taking Number 17 to the Mu Continent this time?" Dr. Mei suddenly asked.
"Why are you suddenly asking that?"
"I'm just curious about the maximum distance at which Number 17 and her backup body can maintain real-time information sharing," Dr. Mei said.
Before this, Dr. Mei had already conducted similar experiments, having Number 17's main body assist with experiments in her lab while another backup body followed Chen Luo around Fire Moth.
Fire Moth was an enormous base, so under normal circumstances, the communication range between Number 17 and her backup body was already nothing to scoff at. Yet Number 17 had never experienced even a single delay in information sharing.
"I'm not sure how far it can go, but we can test it. If nothing unexpected happens, crossing an ocean shouldn't be a problem. Instant Communication should work fine," Chen Luo said.
"...So what exactly did you add to Number 17?" Dr. Mei asked again, sincerely.
"I—I didn't add anything," Chen Luo stammered.
"Then let's conduct an experiment. Take Number 17's backup body with you. During that time, Number 17 will serve as your assistant and help you handle matters related to the symposium. You happen to be short on a secretary to take notes as well," Dr. Mei said.
A mature business-trip team needed at least these kinds of people: a slacking leader, a subordinate who dragged everyone down, a bodyguard with no brains but plenty of fighting ability, and a smart, capable, rational assistant.
"I want to hear the real reason. My instincts tell me you haven't told me everything, Dr. Mei," Chen Luo said.
Dr. Mei adjusted her glasses.
"Rather than worrying about no one helping you record documents, I'm more worried that, as the medical doctorate and mechanical engineering doctorate