Yu Lian's request left Little Gray silent for several seconds. She blinked, then wore an indescribably sorrowful expression. "What a pitiful man! The moment you heard it had something to do with weapons, your adrenaline started pumping at least nine times faster than before."
Feifei interjected again. "You still haven't given us a straight answer."
"So, you think of everything in terms of weapons. Don't you think your thinking is a little one-track? Doesn't that make you seem rather loveless? Little Yu Lian, little Feifei, do you really have no love in you?"
"...All right. So there really is some connection." Feifei nodded, as if she'd understood something new.
The robot lady merely shrugged, noncommittal, then pressed a finger to her lips.
"So, it's forbidden information again?"
Little Gray smiled. "No. I won't say anything reckless until I've fully digested this equipment. I'll just remind you that these two devices' functions are to establish a cycle with the environment of the Voidrealm. In your terms, of course, that means the life force of the two realms is shared. What do you think would happen if you used them on a battleship? Use your imagination and think it through."
Yu Lian and Feifei looked at each other.
To be fair, once the Voidrealm came into the picture, there were far too many possibilities to consider—so many that they couldn't even begin to imagine them. How did that saying go? Too many clues meant you might as well have none.
The lovey-dovey couple gritted their teeth. They declared that if they weren't outmatched—or simply had no idea how to fight her—they'd lock up this robot who kept speaking in riddles, then interrogate and torture her until she told them the truth.
Perhaps sensing the danger, Little Gray reined in her teasing a