A minute later, the Pitman could not bear to watch any longer. He patted Byron's arm and said, "Just cry for a while. We still have work to do."
"Since when did I cry?" Byron stared at the little old man in front of him. "I was just a little emotional and couldn't control myself!"
"Okay, okay, okay. Just pretend I didn't see it," the Pitman mumbled and handed Byron a handkerchief. "Hurry up and wipe it. Don't let your men see it."
"You've never raised a child. You don't understand …"
The Pitman rolled his eyes. "Who hasn't raised a child before? Didn't I raise Amber? She only learned to speak when she was almost ten years old. I didn't have such a big reaction. "
In terms of eloquence, Byron was confident that he would not lose to anyone. Even though the Pitman was famous for being thick-skinned, he was confident that he could make the little old man shut up. But at this moment, he was not in the mood to bicker. The gray-haired Knight just looked at Pea, who was smiling at him with reddened eyes. The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes wrinkled. "That's good … That's good … Is there any discomfort?"
"At first … it was … a little … numb …" Pea said with some effort, but soon her voice became smooth. Even though it was just a voice synthesized by a sound device, there seemed to be more and more emotion in it. "Now … it's much better …"
"That's good, that's good," Byron said. Then, he turned Pea around and looked at the metal nerve cord that was quietly attached to the back of his foster daughter's neck. "Will this be heavy? Will it be uncomfortable if you wear it for a long time? "
"Of course, it's a little heavy," the Pitman said. "After all, the weight-loss rune requires extra energy supply. It's difficult to integrate the nerve cord and brainwave interaction mechanism into such a small device. There's no extra space to allocate to the weight-loss rune. We will gradually fix this problem in the future models."
"I think … it's okay," Pea said, gesturing. Although she was able to make a sound, her habit over the years made her gesture subconsciously. "It's not very heavy. I'm not tired."
"Of course. Even though we can't use the weight-loss rune, we tried our best to use lighter materials. The overall weight is still acceptable." The Pitman stroked a few strands of beard on his chin with a proud smile on his face. "After all, we have to find a way to promote this device to ordinary people. Comfort and ease of use are very important criteria.."
Byron had a bright smile on his face. He couldn't help but rub his hands and say, "Today is a memorable day. When I go back, I'll have a few drinks to celebrate."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pea couldn't help but frown. Her voice came from the nerve cord's speaker. "Dad, you drink too much! How many times have I told you to stop drinking? Why don't you listen — "
Byron's face was a little embarrassed. He was about to say something, but Pea obviously didn't finish her sentence.
"And the first time you stopped drinking, you patted your chest and said you'd quit in a month. Now, two years have passed, and you haven't quit at all.
"You're not young anymore. Do you know that you have more white hair than black hair?! The newspapers all talk about the disadvantages of drinking too much. Didn't you always say that Mr. Godwin was a learned man and that his words were very reasonable? Why don't you listen to him? "
Byron's face was full of embarrassment. Just as he opened his mouth to say the word "I", he heard Pea's crackling sound again.
"And recently, you've been sleeping without bathing. I have to urge you to go. You don't even take care of your beard. I have to help you tidy your clothes when you go out every day. I really don't know how you live outside. Didn't you say that the military is very disciplined?
"Two days ago, when Uncle Philip came back, you took him out for a drink and said you wanted to introduce him to a few young girls. A few of my classmates and I were there! Dad, you didn't pay attention to your image at all. The last time Miss Kelly came, you came out in your pajamas and gave her a big fright. She's my teacher. "
"And the time before that, you finally had a break, but you had to —"
"Stop, stop, stop … Stop!" Byron finally saw the opportunity and shouted for Pea to stop. He looked at Pitman with a dumbfounded expression. "What's going on? This nerve thorn can affect Pea's personality?!"
Pea stared at Byron and Pitman, her face full of "I still have something to say, so I'm forcing myself to listen to you." Pitman looked at Byron strangely and said hesitantly, "I think … it's not that it affects her personality. It's just that she has so much to say …"
"That's right," Pea said before Byron could say anything. Obviously, she had adapted to the neural thorns very quickly, and now she could speak very fluently. "I have a lot to say! It's just that I can't usually say it. My writing is slow, and I can't speak clearly with hand gestures. Dad, you don't even pay attention … "
This time, Byron didn't even have a chance to interrupt.
Pitman looked at Byron with a look of sympathy and helplessness. The expressions of the assistants and researchers around them were also very interesting. Almost everyone here knew Pea, the hardworking and sensible child who came from a sad background. Their impression of Pea had always been quiet and well-behaved. She had never caused any trouble when cooperating with the research in the institute. But obviously, the nerve thorn had succeeded in making everyone see another side of Pea.
She usually didn't talk, but she had a lot to say in her mind.
Byron's expression became very interesting after Pea's nagging. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked around and found that everyone was looking at him. Everyone had a harmless smile on their faces, which made him feel very awkward. Pitman smiled and asked him, "Do you regret it a little?"
Byron opened his mouth and glanced at Pea, who was standing to the side. She appeared to be particularly happy because she was able to speak the words that had accumulated in her heart. The awkward expression on his face finally gradually turned into a smile.
"Regret my * ss," he said with a smile. "I think it's good like this."
Pea immediately stared at him with her eyes wide open. "Dad, you were swearing just now! How many times has Uncle Philip told you to pay attention to your behavior? Even if you don't consider your identity, you have to be careful of your influence on me. Fortunately, I wasn't affected by you, or else … "
Byron was speechless.
After the new round of bombardment was finally over, Byron looked at Pitman, a little dizzy. "So … can we leave now?"
"Yes, there are no more tests today," Pitman said, trying not to laugh. "The practicality of the neural thorns will be confirmed in the follow-up process. In the next half a month, pay attention to Pea's adaptability to the neural thorns, pay attention to her sleep situation, and whether the skin near the contact point at the base of her skull has an allergic reaction. In addition, bring the neural thorns to us every ten days to confirm the changes in the activity of the artificial nerve cord. Other than that, there's nothing else to pay attention to. Pea can wear it often and feel whether it's inconvenient in her daily life. "
Byron and Pea listened carefully and remembered Pitman's instructions. After a few seconds of silence, Byron suddenly said, "… I'm leaving for the north. The official order has been given. I'll leave in three days."
Winter was coming to an end. The development of the northern coast and the establishment of the Imperial Navy would begin in spring. Byron had already known about this before, and recently, the order signed by the Imperial Head of State had finally been delivered to him.
This was not a confidential mission. News of the construction of the North Port and the development of the Northern Region had appeared in the newspapers and radio programs a few days ago. Pea had long known about this. She pursed her lips and looked up at Byron, but there was only an unhappy tremor from the communicator.
"Pea, you're all grown up. You can take care of yourself." Pitman looked at the special father and daughter. It was as if he suddenly saw a few years ago when Cecil City was just a 'Cecil Pioneer Camp'. He saw the middle-aged Knight who was flustered because he suddenly had an adopted daughter, and the little girl who was silent and obedient and nervous about the surrounding environment. A few years flashed before his eyes. The experienced old Druil smiled and shook his head. "We'll take care of her too."
"Thank you in advance," Byron said. Then he suddenly exhaled and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Why am I suddenly so sentimental? I don't usually feel so sentimental when I go out …"
"Today is the first day your daughter calls you daddy. Every father is like this." Pitman looked at Byron with an experienced look. "Don't worry. One day she starts to annoy you. She'll complain that you don't take a shower, that your clothes are sloppy, that you can't keep up with the pace of the young people. She'll only complain about your problems all day long. By then, you won't feel so sentimental …"
Byron thought for a moment and glanced at Pea awkwardly. "But I feel that she despises me now."
Pitman: "…"
"And you're so detailed. Is it because you're very experienced?"
Pitman: "… If there's nothing else, go away. Don't disturb this old man's experiment!"
Soon, Byron left with Pea. Only Pitman and his technicians were left in the laboratory.
The assistants began to organize the equipment they had just used and the detailed process of Pea using the neural thorns. Pitman shook his head and walked to a cabinet with a crystal glass partition.
Inside the cabinet, there were a few spare neural thorns devices placed quietly on the brackets. Under the illumination of the lights in the cabinet, they gave off a cold metallic reflection.
A slight sound of the door sliding came from not far away. Kamel, glowing with a faint blue arcane light, floated into the room.
"I just saw Byron and Pea in the corridor," Kamel said as he floated to Pitman. "Pea is wearing neural thorns. It seems that it's working?"
"Very well." Pitman smiled. "And you missed a very exciting part."
"To me, the success of this project is exciting enough," Kamel said in a low voice. At the same time, he looked at the cabinet beside Pitman and the neural thorns devices. "There are three finished products left … Should be able to move on to the next step."
"Combining neural thorns and the Type II magic-conducting terminal to create a real magic-conducting warlock who can cast spells …" Pitman's expression was unusually serious. He seemed to be talking to himself. "At this point, the boundary between extraordinary and ordinary people is almost non-existent …"
"Ordinary people will not only release specific spells by pressing the button of the machine, but they will also be able to sense magic like a real mage. They will be able to use their own mind and spirit to guide extraordinary powers. This will be a fundamental breakthrough, and something we have always wanted to achieve …" Kamel's voice was filled with emotion. "By that time, 'extraordinary' will no longer be called 'extraordinary'. It will truly become a power that every mortal has the right to touch."
"The Doomsday Cult and the Eternal Sleepers used 700 years to complete the prerequisite technology. While this was not their original goal, we can thank them now." Pitman winked. "The brain-machine connection is the most difficult part for ordinary people to sense magic and control spells. Now that the neural thorns have solved this problem, the next step is much easier."
"Let's begin." Kamel's blue light gradually brightened. His tone was unusually cheerful and full of motivation. "We still have a lot to do."
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