When Old Hand and Eizuka stepped into the lounge on the lower deck, they found that it had been completely turned into a workshop.
Mister Mo, who had laughed and chatted by the lakeshore that day while overpowering everyone present and even seizing souls from thousands of miles away, had fully unfolded all three Version 2 Exoskeleton frames.
One lay before him;
one was draped over his body;
and another, dismantled into pieces, lay on the tatami and low table.
The Virtual Work Area also displayed a rough structural design, sketches of components and modules, and more. Everything except the main frame was switching at high speed, dazzling the eye.
Mister Mo himself appeared rather calm.
He sat cross-legged with his arms folded before his chest, staring at the Virtual Work Area without moving. Only his eyeballs occasionally shifted, presumably because he was thinking.
Eizuka's gaze swept over the lounge, which had almost entirely lost its function as a reception room, before she looked to Old Hand for confirmation. Her meaning was clear: Was Mister Mo always like this in private?
The old hand nodded almost imperceptibly.
At least in their usual interactions, technical discussions and research had always come first.
Of course, perhaps the man simply regarded you as a technician and saw no need to concern himself with you in other areas.
Mister Mo was extremely focused and paid no attention to them.
Yin Le, who had led them in, was used to such scenes. Calmly finding a spot where they could still set foot, she invited Old Hand and Eizuka to sit. Since she still had matters to attend to, she excused herself and left.
Snake Tongue took on the role of a maid, serving them low tables, tea, pastries, and the like. Her attitude was humble,