Benjamin nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out the Magic Network Terminal from a cabinet beside him.
Before entering seclusion, Benjamin had sealed away everything that might bring him additional information, lest it interfere with his breakthrough.
Because he had not expected his seclusion to take up so much time when he began, Benjamin had not enabled settings such as automatic replies.
Three hundred years of seclusion meant that this terminal had accumulated three hundred years' worth of unread messages.
His fingertip swept across the terminal's surface, and a pale blue glow lit up.
Then he was flooded by a screenful of all kinds of messages.
The information list poured down the projection like a waterfall.
Most of it consisted of routine notifications from the Star Ring Federation and information pushes from Noren Workshop.
Benjamin skimmed through them quickly. They mainly concerned Noren Workshop's progress in developing several newborn planes, as well as summaries of the war situations in several planes that served as long-term "Elite Trial grounds."
This information was not particularly important to him, merely a reference for understanding Noren Workshop's movements.
He filtered out those routine pushes and focused on the private communication records.
Then his expression froze slightly.
Viola: Missed calls (23)
Clark: Missed calls (3)
"Fuck!"
Benjamin's eyes widened slightly.
Twenty-three missed calls from Senior Viola was quite a lot, but given her personality, it was not especially surprising.
She had always been the sort to make a call every few decades and, in a languid yet elegant tone, ask after her junior's recent circumstances.
But the three missed calls from Mentor Clark made Benjamin's heart skip a beat.
He knew his mentor too well.
Clark was a taciturn, indifferent man whose expression had remained unchanged for ages. He always said as little as possible.
Unless