Everyone watched as the head turned to ashes in Lord of the Stars's hand. Sensing that Lord of the Stars was not in a good mood, no one dared to speak and disturb him.
Only Gray sensed something slightly off about Lord of the Stars. There was probably no information of any use to Lord of the Stars within the mechanical head he had presented.
Gray could not help asking in a low voice, "My lord, was there no useful information in that fellow's mind?"
The dazed Art Student heard Gray's question and could not help nodding. "That guy was nothing but trash. His memories only contained how to command his subordinates in battle; there was no technological information at all.
"Even the little technological knowledge he did possess was a joke to me."
Hearing Lord of the Stars confirm his guess, Gray spoke to Art Student with deep apology. "My lord, this was an error in my judgment. I failed to determine that fellow's true identity. I ask that you punish me."
Art Student waved a hand at Gray and said indifferently, "Forget it. I did not have high hopes from the start. After all, no one in this world would travel all this way just to deliver something valuable."
Hearing that Art Student had no intention of blaming him, Gray finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had meant to give Lord of the Stars a gift, only to bring back a joke instead. He had already embarrassed himself badly enough.
Art Student continued, "Although the knowledge possessed by this Adeptus Mechanicus higher-up is of no use to me, it should be quite helpful to all of you."
After saying that, Art Student tapped a few times on the personal terminal installed on his arm, sending the information