When he saw that this self-luminous thing could really answer questions—and even spoke standard London English—the blond man's face broke into a smile.
He had already decided that this miraculous item had value. He just needed to test it a little more before he could feel at ease buying it.
"Can I try?" The blond man looked at the bespectacled man who was clearly the leader.
"Of course." The man wearing Clark's face smiled warmly.
Su Ming was very confident. More precisely, he had confidence in Elsa's magic.
As an outstanding Kamar-Taj graduate, could she really fail to make a magical version of a walkie-talkie?
Before the energy infused into the bone ran out, it could be used to talk to the Adjutant. The Adjutant merely had to spare a thread to casually handle the conversation.
No useful intelligence would leak out whatsoever, but it would be quite good for educating infants. Besides, the value of such a thing did not depend on how many questions it could truly answer.
It lay in how this hollow tube, with neither circuits nor chips inside, could speak and understand people's questions.
That was what made it valuable.
"Question!" The blond man imitated Su Ming's earlier pose and solemnly raised a hand.
"Answer!" The Adjutant behind the bone naturally did not mind. She had originally been a support-type Cybertron Autobot, and answering questions and solving problems was second nature to her.
The shop owner chose to ask a scientific question. His choice indirectly proved Deathstroke's guess that he might have come from a major corporation.
"What is uranium's half-life?"
"Uranium has fifteen isotopes, with atomic masses ranging from 227 to 240. All uranium isotopes are unstable and radioactive. Uranium's natural isotopes are U-238, with a half-life of 4.51 × 10^9 years; U-235, with