Chapter 119

After listening to Altair's explanation, Vivian fell into deep thought.

A few seconds later, she said, "That shouldn't be the case. I didn't issue any such task."

"Furthermore, I only leaked the news of the gathering a couple of days ago to three of my closest confidants."

After hearing Vivian's explanation, Altair casually joked, "Looks like your ability to train your subordinates isn't all that great."

"Aren't you worried?" Vivian tempted.

"No," Altair said, then explained, "Because I feel this is a kind of warning."

"If you analyze it carefully, you'll realize that there are only three types of people who can attend that gathering: members of the Demoness Sect or Spirituality Society you've trained, our family's guards, and the extremely rare wild Beyonder."

"At first, I just thought that Grellint had happened to meet a wild Beyonder desperately needed materials, and that he was forced to agree to explain Extraordinary knowledge to Grellint in order to obtain those materials."

"At the party, he pretended to be Mystery Pryer; today, while explaining, he forgot his role and used his influence Instigator in front of me—all these behaviors convey a message."

That means "I" am always watching you.

"It seems the Demoness Sect still doesn't trust us; this is their way of reminding us."

"Go back to the base tomorrow and see if anyone is looking for you."

After listening to Altair's explanation, Vivian kissed her and said, "I understand. I'll go back tomorrow and take a look, and also clean up the traitors."

After saying this, Vivian wrapped her legs around Altair's waist and said, "Master, Vivian has done such a big mistake, please be lenient with me later."

As Altair picked up Vivian, preparing to leave the living room, he heard her sweet voice say, "Right here. Don't worry, there's no one else in this villa tonight."

On the morning of April 28, 1347, Altair and Vivian had breakfast together and then said their goodbyes.

The two then left Sheffield Manor in Empress Borough in separate carriages, without one in front of the other.

Vivian traveled to the Demoness Sect's training base in the East District Bexland.

Altair, on the other hand, arrived at the Om Messiah Machinery Shop on Vlad Street in the East District.

Upon entering the shop, Altair saw Butler Hahn and Captain Simon, the two who had just been assigned tasks, and casually asked, "Did anything interesting happen in the East District today?"

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After exchanging a glance, the Guard Team respectfully addressed Altair, saying, "Your Excellency Count Altair, the East District remains unchanged these past two days."

"Factory owners ruthlessly exploit laborers, gangs extort protection money— Commoner can only survive in misery."

"Boring," Altair replied casually before heading into the back of the shop, to her self-designed studio.

Sitting in her studio, Altair began to think about what kind of mechanical marvel she should design. After some thought, she decided on her goal: as a man, she definitely needed to design a mecha.

----Too big won't do, there's no power source. Even if it's a mysterious style, using Spirituality drive, it can still beat me to death. So let's lower the height a bit, design it to be around four meters. It can't be too low, after all, mechs are all about the difference in height.

Iron Man... no, that's basically an exoskeleton suit, and... to be honest, I don't think it looks very mechanical.

I think I'm falling into a misconception. Why should I actually sit in the car and drive it? Why can't I just control it remotely?

Yes, yes, yes, it's best to have greater firepower, so it can't be treated like a toy. It should also be usable in the later stages of the battlefield.

Make it more mechanical-looking—use more square elements, and ideally, make it silent when moving.

Around noon, the shop staff gently knocked on the door of Altair's studio.

Upon hearing the voice, Altair casually said, "Go in."

When the staff opened the door, they saw that Altair Zhou Wei's paper was scattered everywhere, and the tools had all been turned on and used.

After a slight pause, he said, "Count Altair, it's almost noon. Would you like me to arrange a carriage for you to return to the Sheffield Manor for lunch?"

"No need." Altair, head down, adjusted the parts in his hands and said casually, "I'll just find a restaurant nearby later."

"Understood." After thinking for a moment, the shop assistant added, "Then, would you like me to buy it for you?"

Altair looked up but didn't reply to the shop assistant; instead, he gave him a disdainful look. Then he lowered his head again and continued making the item in his hands.

After fully understanding Altair's meaning, the shop assistant explained, "Count Altair, besides having numerous herbal medicine shops, Vlad Street also has some antique shops—"

"If you'd like to buy lunch, just step outside the store, walk a short distance to the left, and head towards the middle of the street. There's a pretty good Coffee Shop there—"

"I understand," Altair said casually, seemingly unfazed.

After sensing Altair's obvious dissatisfaction, the shop assistant wisely left the studio.

As soon as he stepped inside the store, he heard his Guard Team mocking him. "See? I told you you were doing a thankless job. Why did you have to go and fawn over them?"

Upon hearing this, the shop assistant wasn't angry. Instead, he scratched the back of his head and said, "It's just because of life, I—"

"Actually, you can just say so directly." After hearing this, the guard casually said, "Altair is quite kind to his own people. If you just want to find a job for your sister, you can just ask."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Altair rubbed his temples and left the Om Messiah Machinery Shop, heading out onto the street.

Once he regained his senses, Altair was able to see the old street in front of him clearly. After making a few casual remarks, he followed the shop assistant's directions and went to the middle of the street.

After pushing open the Coffee Shop door, Altair went to the order counter and casually ordered some tea, a plate of stewed lamb with tender Pea, a loaf of bread, a slice of toast, and a serving of butter, totaling 20 pence.

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After taking just a couple of bites, Altair noticed that the food at this Coffee Shop tasted a bit strange. It wasn't exactly bad, but it just felt odd, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Altair waved and casually asked, "Excuse me, could you tell me what material this is made of?"