"So Professor Connor Moore is your mentor?" Drogo asked, tapping the table with his claws.
He felt that if he had two wads of cotton in his mouth and a cat in his arms, he would look even more imposing.
"Yes," Yuno replied, somewhat puzzled. He was researching camera miniaturization and had no idea why Drogo had suddenly asked about his mentor.
Ever since the goblins' use of dismantled undead to make cameras had inspired him, he had suddenly realized that undead could maintain virtually any form. His mind opened up, and he began trying to compress undead, aiming to create cameras ordinary people could carry with them.
Thanks to the undead species for its indelible contribution to the development of image sensor technology on the Feilin Continent.
Fortunately, undead were energy entities, and most of them possessed neither sensation nor consciousness.
Otherwise, this would not be invention and innovation at all. It would be racing headlong toward something unspeakable, like a wild donkey that had slipped its reins.
"What kind of person is your mentor? How capable is he?"
Drogo could not judge Professor Moore's skill, because he could not understand that reply letter either.
According to the background investigation provided by the Drow, Professor Moore's résumé was hardly outstanding. He could even be called one of the research institute's castoffs. The fact that his way of thinking could click with the goblins' made it difficult to say whether he was a genius, a madman, or both.
"The professor is a very good person, and he's extremely skilled. In the field of mechanical mechanism design, he's among the best in the entire institute," Yuno answered without hesitation, his tone full of admiration for his mentor.
"But doesn't he only pay you a few dozen copper coins a month?"
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