When the discussion came to an end, Muse showed Angor the Mechanical Armament he was working on.
Mechanical Armament was similar to a mech suit. However, it was more like a wearable exoskeleton than a full-coverage mech suit, which reminded Angor of his phantom limbs.
Still, Mechanical Armament was different from a Phantom Limb.
The stronger the body, the stronger the Phantom Limb.
Mechanical Armament, on the other hand, was created by an alchemist. The stronger the alchemist's skills, the stronger the Mechanical Armament.
In terms of potential, the Phantom Limb was better than the Phantom Limb. On the other hand, Mechanical Armament was easier to use. It could be enchanted or cast spells. There were many ways to strengthen it, and it could be replaced at any time without consuming the user's mana pool.
All in all, Mechanical Armament and Phantom Limb were similar in some ways, but they both had their own advantages. As far as Angor was concerned, Mechanical Armament would be much better than Phantom Limbs if he didn't take into account his body's strength.
Muse made a request after introducing his Mechanical Armament.
"Can I incorporate some of your ideas into the Mechanical Armament I'm working on?"
Muse hesitated. "Of course. I won't take advantage of you. I'll compensate you accordingly."
He was only talking about ideas and concepts. There was still a long way to go before he could put them into practice. If Muse really wanted to put them into practice, he would have a long way to go.
Besides, he already told Mithra what he said before, so he didn't want to keep it to himself.
Angor nodded. "Of course. You don't have to …"
"Ahem." Mithra suddenly cleared his throat and interrupted him.
Angor looked at him in confusion and saw Mithra giving him a meaningful glance.
"I'm looking forward to seeing what the Mechanical Armament will look like after incorporating the Mechanical Armament concept into it."
Muse noticed the look in Mithra's eyes as well. A dark light flashed in his eyes, but his expression didn't change at all. "Now that I've heard about the concept of a mech, I'm starting to have a new idea after all this time. I think it won't be long before the final product is ready. I'll let you know when it's ready. "
Angor nodded. He was also looking forward to it.
"Similarly, I'm looking forward to the mecha you mentioned," said Muse.
He had no plans to craft a mech for the time being, so he could only smile at Muse's request.
While the atmosphere was still harmonious, a light blue humanoid light spirit suddenly emerged from the ground.
"Antonio, what can I do for you?" Muse looked at the humanoid spirit that was emitting blue light. His face was blurry, and he could only see a faint glow.
Antonio was like a butler of a noble family. He bowed slightly to Muse and said, "My Lord, forgive me for disturbing you. There are already a few people in the meeting room who are preparing to leave. If you don't arrive soon, I reckon that there won't be enough people left to witness the addition of new members. "
"Really?" Muse took out a mechanical pocket watch and looked at the time. He muttered, "We've only been talking for an hour. What's the rush?"
"Yes. Sir Padt and Sir Padt only talked for an hour, but you've already summoned them here an hour before that. On average, they've been waiting for more than two hours. "
Muse stood up while grumbling. "Fine. Let's call it a day then. Let's go take care of some trivial matters."
"It's not trivial matters. It's a ceremony that has existed since our ancestors."
"It's just a ceremony. I don't know why they have to make it so serious." Muse mumbled and turned to Angor. "Let's go. It's just a formality, but we still need to go through it."
Muse walked ahead while Antonio turned around and nodded at Angor with his blurry face. Then he disappeared into thin air.
Mithra spoke up as well, "You do need to go through a formality to join the research department. That's why Muse asked you to come here. Let's go. Those alchemists have been waiting for hours. I think they're getting impatient. "
As Mithra explained, Angor slowly understood that this "formality" meant that a new member had to be approved by at least ten members of the department before he or she could be accepted. Of course, for Muse, this was just a formality. Once he agreed, no one would stop him even if they didn't like him.
On their way to the meeting room, Mithra spoke in a low voice, "Remember, Muse said he's going to compensate you. Don't say no. He's a thick-skinned guy. If you refuse, he'll gladly accept. "
"Maybe it's nothing for you, but for Muse, it's a clash of ideas. For an alchemist like him, an inspiration is already very valuable, let alone a direct clash of ideas. And the compensation he's going to give you won't disappoint you." Mithra paused for a second, then added, "I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
While they were chatting, Muse, who was walking at the front, had already turned around and left the Creation Temple.
He thought the meeting room would be inside the Creation Temple. However, Muse took them along a small path outside the temple and kept them close to the walls of the temple.
They walked in a zigzag pattern until they reached the ground and the abyss. Finally, they passed through a bright door. Behind the door, Angor saw an inverted sky.
When he looked closer, he realized they were already outside the tower of the research department.
After crossing a mechanical bridge made of steel, they arrived at a floating fortress in the sky.
Inside the fortress was a circular hall. In the center of the hall was a long table, which was illuminated by a lamp overhead.
Around the table, there were many seats, just like the auditorium in a courtroom. But there was no one there.
"Normally, alchemists will come to watch the ceremony. But Muse's decision to let you join the research department was sudden, so we didn't need to do that." That's why we skipped this step, "Mithra explained," Even the ten witnesses were forced to come up with this number. "
Muse took the main seat at the table, while Angor was arranged to sit in the guest seat opposite him.
Mithra patted Angor's shoulder and took his own seat.
When he took his seat, he noticed that there were more than 30 seats at the table, and only one-third of them were empty.
As for the people who were seated, if one were to take a closer look, one would realize that they were not real people.
They were all illusions.
"It's nothing against you. Most of the research department members are lazy, and they usually show up like this every time they see a ceremony. Besides, this time, the president suddenly decided to hold the ceremony, so many of them couldn't come even if they wanted to. "
It was a middle-aged woman who spoke. She was not a real person either.
She was sitting on Angor's right.
She smiled when she saw Angor looking at her. "I'm Portia, an Apothecary alchemist from Akasha Hill."
Angor nodded a little nervously. "I'm —"
"Angor Padt. I know your name. "Portia chuckled." I've been watching Firefly's Nightsong. "
While Portia was talking to Angor with a big smile, Angor was also thinking about something. He felt like he had heard Portia's name somewhere before.
"Due to some special reasons, not many people came back to witness the ceremony. But there is one exception." Portia looked at a certain seat on the table with a strange glint in her eyes. "This is the first time in a thousand years that Granny is here in person. Looks like she thinks highly of you."
Angor followed Portia's gaze and was surprised by what he saw.
He didn't know how the ranking system worked, but he believed that the closer one was to the main seat, the higher one's status would be.
On Muse's left was Mithra, and on his right was Portia's "mother-in-law", who was quite familiar to him.
It was Granny Fingernail whom Angor met not long ago.
The owner of Fingernail's Alchemy House!
Maybe Granny Fingernail noticed Angor's gaze, so she nodded at him as a greeting.
"Granny Fingernail is a member of the research department too?"
Portia nodded. "Yes. Granny Fingernail is not only an official member, but also an elder. She created many glorious works a thousand years ago, but something happened later and she went quiet. "
Angor nodded as if he understood something. He remembered when he first met Granny Fingernail, she said, "My name? It's been so long that I forgot it. "
Granny Fingernail's eyes were filled with nostalgia, which meant she didn't really forget about it. She just didn't want to talk about it.
Angor didn't know what kind of story Granny Fingernail had that made her so quiet that she didn't want to talk about her past, including her own name. Still, he felt a little relieved to see someone he was familiar with in the department.
After seeing Granny Fingernail, Angor began to observe the others around the table.
Most of them were famous alchemists in the southern wizarding region. Unlike Granny Fingernail, Mithra, and the others, they didn't show any obvious reactions. They only glanced at Angor curiously from time to time.
Angor couldn't tell if they were being nice to him or not.
Portia seemed to have read Angor's mind. She explained with a smile, "Actually, those who came here because of the president already made up their minds, so they won't do anything. The ones who would really make people uncomfortable didn't show up this time. "
As Portia spoke, she looked at an empty seat in the middle of the long table.
"Do you know who that seat belongs to?" Portia didn't expect Angor to answer. "Have you heard of the Grafting Fiend?"
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