Boom!
Just as Lyliana decided to retrieve the Op-Op Fruit, she saw a plume of black smoke rising in the distance through the window.
A few years ago, she would have assumed some fool with a death wish had come to attack them, but by now, she was used to this sort of thing.
Without a doubt, Wolf's experiment had exploded again.
Ever since Wolf arrived, Oran had assigned him a separate laboratory, whose most notable feature was that it was explosion-proof.
With more room to work, Wolf had begun to let himself loose, researching all sorts of strange and unusual things. Basically, something exploded every few days.
Still, such minor explosions were acceptable. Wolf was skilled enough to handle basic weapons research and ordinary civilian facilities.
That allowed Oran to focus his energy on more elite combat units and decisive weapons.
Occasionally, Wolf also researched personal projects that only Oran himself found interesting. Compared to those explosions, Wolf brought far more value.
"Old Man Wolf's stuff blew up again. What has he been researching lately?"
"Some kind of electric glider, I think. It isn't as good as Brother Oran's flying skateboard. It's blown up so many times, and I've never seen him succeed. But this time, it looks like he did."
Without even raising her head, Ginny tried to defend her title as the food king while fighting Bonnie for food. As Bonnie grew older, the palace chefs' burdens grew heavier as well.
Fortunately, the entire chef team consisted of bionics that did not know fatigue. Otherwise, chefs in this palace would easily become consumables—the kind worked to death.
The rumor among the chefs was spreading further and further. By now, it had become: whoever could make everyone in the royal palace happily eat their fill would be Piltover's