Gao Gong stared blankly at the other party. After a while, he suddenly grinned.
"We're not that familiar with each other yet. Isn't it inappropriate to get this intimate?"
If he also performed some "ancient ritual," he would probably be able to access some internal secrets of the Mirtha people. Maybe he could even trigger something like a "bloodline quest."
But the problem was, this was the Mirtha capital. What if something happened while he was causing trouble here?
If he caused a major incident, the Galen people certainly wouldn't clean up after him or act as his backup.
Moreover, the other party had immediately granted him a permanent +1 to Mechanics. When something was abnormal, there was bound to be something sinister behind it.
The old Pu across from him had not expected Gao Gong to refuse the bait. After pondering for a moment, he said:
"Doesn't Your Excellency want to know what the limit of brain-region development is?"
I know. Isn't it just the biological computer of version 0, or rather, a planetary computer in biological form?
Gao Gong chuckled, pretending to be a complete idiot. His eyes were filled with pure innocence, as if he were asking, What's a brain region? My head's a little itchy. It feels like a brain is about to grow out.
Old Pu frowned again and spoke once more.
"A biological powerhouse who has mastered the 'Carbon Throne' wouldn't be interested in the 'limits of brain-region evolution'?"
Gao Gong's heart stirred. Did the other party want the "Carbon Throne"?
But he quickly shifted his gaze toward the door. Standing outside was a burly man whose build was completely different from that of the Mirtha people.
Centaurus!
"Curator, it's time to open the museum."
"Oh, it's time to open the museum. I wonder