Da Vinci

Kraft playfully teased Alice for a while, but in the end, Martin Lee, with a headache, took charge and had him remove the meaningless clockwork.

"Weren't you going to be her brother? Is this how you do it?"

Martin playfully smacked Kraft on the head, laughing and scolding him.

"Alright, alright... I get it..."

Kraft rubbed his head and mumbled as he removed the clockwork from Alice's back again.

"Th-thank you so much!"

Alice, overjoyed, hugged Martin Lee tightly.

"Thank you, Uncle Martin!"

The rest was simple. With Martin's influence, getting Alice identification was incredibly easy.

However, Kraft didn't immediately arrange for Alice to go to school.

Firstly, he wanted to observe her for a while longer. Although Kraft had already input a vast amount of common knowledge into Alice, making her appear no different from an ordinary person, she was, after all, a robot. Thus, it was better to observe her for a bit longer.

In fact, if he hadn't been worried about the hassle, Kraft wouldn't have thought there was any problem with Alice revealing her identity.

The second reason was naturally due to age. Although she held the title of "sister" in terms of seniority, Alice's outward appearance was older than his. While he could build her a new body, Kraft felt it was pointless. It would be better to wait a couple of years until he was older, and then attend ninth grade together with Alice.

"This is good too," Martin Lee said to Kraft as he savored the meal Alice had prepared. "I'm often not home, so with Alice taking care of you, I can be more at ease."

As he spoke, Martin glanced at the robot girl who was eating with gusto and felt a sense of bewilderment.

Such a good robot, and she still needed to eat... I really don't understand what these young people are thinking these days.

But her cooking is genuinely good.

Martin chuckled, shook his head, and continued to enjoy the food on the table.

Alice's excellent cooking was a given. Kraft constantly urged Martin Lee to get married, wasn't it because he wanted a cook? So, while inputting information for Alice, he had also added a bunch of recipes.

Next time, I'll ask Fatty Liao if I can get some of Fu Man Lou's signature recipes from him.

Kraft quickly ate his meal, his mind already planning with dissatisfaction.

After a sumptuous lunch, Martin Lee felt much more settled watching Alice diligently doing housework.

Regardless of the peculiar quirks of this robot, she was at least very practical. He could also rest assured leaving Kraft at home and fully dedicate himself to his revenge plan against the Magia Gang.

"I have work, so I'll be going now."

Martin Lee patted Kraft's head and reminded him.

"If you have time, prepare more trump cards for yourself. I've had some business conflicts recently, and they might come looking for you."

"Again?"

Kraft frowned. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Otherwise, why would he bother creating strange equipment like the Anesthetic Watch? It was precisely because he had similar experiences in the past.

However, those were things from a long time ago. After Martin established the containment facility, such situations had not occurred again.

"Aren't you a millionaire now? Why would anyone still come looking for trouble?"

"It's precisely because my influence has grown that these things happen more often. It's just that my previous opponents weren't strong enough, and they were dealt with by my subordinates before they could reach you. But this time, the opponent is different..."

Martin Lee ruffled Kraft's hair and crouched down, his expression serious. "I need to mobilize a large number of personnel to deal with them, so there might be some oversight here. Is that a problem?"

Having relied on each other for so long, Martin Lee understood Kraft very well. His foster son wasn't as gentle as he appeared, so Martin didn't treat Kraft as an ordinary child.

"Not a problem at all!"

Kraft confidently patted his chest and replied.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve!"

"Like that kung fu you learned from who knows when?"

Martin raised an eyebrow and teased.

"Heh heh..."

Kraft sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

After that dance, Martin had curiously asked Kraft what had happened. Naturally, he didn't hide anything and showed Martin the arm-strength enhancing bracers he had made. He had originally intended to make a set for Martin too, but he was refused.

"You're not the only one with trump cards."

Martin had said meaningfully at the time, patting Kraft's shoulder.

After finishing his instructions to Kraft, Martin Lee left home. What he had told Kraft was both true and false.

The Magia Gang's retaliation was within Martin's expectations, but to say he had no manpower to ensure Kraft's safety was a lie. However, Martin wanted to see how far his foster son could go, and at the same time, set a small trap for the Magia Gang who intended to sneak attack.

"Is something dangerous about to happen?"

Alice, who had overheard most of the conversation, cautiously leaned over after Martin left and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's not a big problem."

Kraft didn't take Martin Lee's warning too seriously. He was very confident in his inventions. Moreover, after such a long period of peace, Kraft was no longer as vigilant as before; he had become much more lax.

"But I still need to reinforce your armament."

While not overly concerned about Martin's supposed business rivals, Kraft was a meticulous individual, or rather, he aspired to be a wise person who left no stone unturned, so he wouldn't forget the necessary precautions.

After all, Alice's offensive capabilities, aside from a pair of rocket-powered fists that were more about stereotype than practicality, only consisted of a wrist-mounted pea-shooter meant for laughs.

"Huh? Am I... am I going to fight too?"

Alice waved her hands frantically, her face a mask of panic.

"I can't, fighting is too scary!"

It was strange. Even though Kraft had tweaked Alice's personality slightly when inputting her data, she still retained the same soft and cute personality as in his dreams.

Kraft couldn't do much about it. Artificial intelligence was still too profound for him, and he didn't dare tamper with it too much.

"Don't worry, I'm just enhancing your self-defense capabilities, just in case."

He softly comforted Alice, then stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to take a nap, and I'll help you upgrade at the studio this afternoon."

"Haa— Then I'll take a nap too. Did you prepare a room for me, big brother?"

Alice yawned, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, and asked.

Kraft: "..."

What was Dr. Dongyun thinking? Why would a robot need to sleep! And that physiological reaction of yawning with tears welling up, how did he even achieve that?

Although Alice was entirely assembled by himself, Kraft felt that even if he mastered all the robot-related knowledge in the world, he wouldn't be able to understand the mystery behind some of her unscientific functions.

"Follow me."

Shaking his head to clear his scattered thoughts, Kraft led Alice to a spare room and took an inflatable mattress, pillow, and quilt from the cabinet.

"You'll have to make do with this for now. After your upgrade this afternoon, I'll take you shopping for some daily necessities."

"Okay~"

Even though Kraft had set Alice's background to Chinese, she still retained some Japanese mannerisms and speech patterns. However, these weren't major issues, so Kraft didn't pay them much mind.

In fact, it made her even cuter.

After briefly tidying up the room for Alice, Kraft returned to his own room and promptly fell asleep.

Kraft had developed a good habit of taking afternoon naps because he could occasionally acquire various knowledge in his dreams. However, there was also a downside: he still habitually hit the snooze button in the morning, which was why Kraft had even set up a screaming chicken alarm clock.

As Kraft drifted off to sleep, a middle-aged man in a white lab coat with thinning hair appeared in his dream.

My luck has been pretty good these past few days.

Looking at the standard white lab coat, Kraft's eyes lit up. This attire basically indicated that the dream was following a scientific path, and this middle-aged man was a new face he hadn't seen before.

This filled Kraft with considerable anticipation.

"Big brother, time to wake up."

Woken by the alarm clock, Alice got out of bed and walked to Kraft's room, gently knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

Kraft's voice came from inside, and he sounded like he was in a bad mood.

Alice pushed the door open and poked her head through the gap.

She saw Kraft sitting on his bed, his face dark and looking furious.

"Did I disturb you?"

After Kraft had groped her earlier, Alice was still quite intimidated by him. She asked cautiously, afraid that Kraft would take his morning grumpiness out on her.

"...It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Alice's expression, which was like that of a little hamster, Kraft rubbed his cheeks forcefully, trying to make his expression less unpleasant, and soothed her gently.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kraft rolled off the bed. While calming his inner rage, he led Alice to his studio.

What the heck is a solar-powered flashlight?! And that god-awful "You-die-in-three-thousand"... You call that an invention?!

He's wearing a lab coat and is bald, looking like a big shot in the tech field, but it turns out he's going for the comedic route like Shou Gong Geng! No! His inventions are even worse than Shou Gong Geng's!

I'm so angry!

How dare you call yourself Da Vinci!

Da Wenxi is the translation of Da Vinci used in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Thanks to [Wind's Soaring Storm] [Reader 20201019091405921501373] (my eyes hurt from looking at the numbers) [Plump Salted Fish] [Eternal Zero Flowers] [Serenade remix] for the tips.

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