"How is this possible?"
At the sight of that astonishing number, he abruptly cried out.
"How is this possible?"
"This shouldn't be possible!"
"How could it be?"
"This is a small convoy!"
"How could a small convoy have so many Curios?"
"Even our Mechanical City, with so many people of the Mechanic Sequence gathered here, only has a little over a thousand Curios."
"An obscure little convoy has over two hundred Curios?"
"How is this possible?"
The man looked as though he were questioning everything about life, his head tilted up in a thinker's pose.
Just then.
At the seat closest to the head of the nine-person conference table.
A male voice spoke.
"This is why the Grand Elder chose to admit them into Mechanical City."
"Besides vast amounts of energy, Mechanical City needs even more people of the Mechanic Sequence who can refine materials into Curios."
He pointed at the screen in front of him.
At the little convoy on the screen.
To him, any convoy with fewer than three hundred people was a small convoy.
He said slowly, "This convoy has a secret, a secret that allows them to mass-produce Curios."
"Find a way to dig that secret out of him."
Almost everyone at the nine-person conference table nodded.
Mechanical City desperately needed something like this, something that could efficiently improve the speed and ability to refine Curios.
Meanwhile, everyone in the little convoy they were discussing had fallen into a panic.
Because just moments earlier, the two captured Sequence Transcendents, along with Convoy Supervisor Lao Zhang and the others, fifteen people in all.
Suddenly, it was as though beans were roasting inside their bodies.
Crackles and pops rang out nonstop.
They had frightened everyone around them.
"What's going on? How did this happen?"
In the convoy, an