This robot had been rebuilt from the shell Li Ziran once had enlarged by the Cloudsoaring Giant. Its interior was packed with alchemical equipment installed by Goblins, along with Spatial Element, vastly expanding the space within.
It was one of Li Ziran's most treasured bases. More importantly, inside the robot were the Corpse Witches he had painstakingly cultivated, every one of them a master in the field of organs.
He truly had not expected to see it again in his lifetime.
Li Ziran's gaze immediately locked onto the teleportation entrance. Magical seals had been designed there to prevent outsiders from peering inside.
The seals were intact and had not been disturbed. Clearly, William VII had not entered the robot. Of course, he could not be certain either; the methods of a Human King were beyond imagining.
Now he was even more curious. This man had stopped him out of nowhere—was he friend or foe?
"Do you have any demands?" Li Ziran withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly.
This robot had an unknown origin. To take it from the border between the Grasslands and the Elves under countless watchful eyes must have taken no small effort.
William VII shook his head. "None." Then he gave a strange smile. "Perhaps you won't believe it. Even I don't believe it myself, but I don't have the slightest ulterior motive toward you. If there is one, then consider this a gift of thanks."
"A gift of thanks?" Li Ziran frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.
"Yes. Feng, the editor-in-chief of Elemental Forecast—you may not know this, but his influence among the Human Race is immense. His group secretly controls half the councilors. Many times, even I have to watch that editor's expression before acting." William VII gave a bitter smile. "Actually, I began arranging to eliminate