Are you Master Ham?

The wind blew across the wasteland, Poison tightened his hood and continued to trudge forward.

His goal was clear, leading straight to the depths of the wilderness.

The old church stood in the wilderness, its mulberry outer walls were in ruins, as if no one had lived there for a long time. The door was open to everyone, welcoming the confession of those who came. And the bright and shining flower vines surrounded it, turning the wilderness into a glorious holy place.

Duyao walked in cautiously. The silver-haired young man was kneeling in front of the statue, facing the merciful god. From his angle, he could only see the other person's back.

"Your Holiness the Pope has ordered me to become the priest of Xinzhen, and I have come to report to you."

The silver-haired young man did not turn around. The majestic statue was reflected in his pupils. The statue, which was supposed to be faceless, had the same face as his.

"I see. Wait here for a moment, he'll be here soon."

After hearing the words of the Son of God, Poison sat in his seat as he was told. He did not notice the abnormality of the statue at all and was concentrating on waiting for the next guest to arrive.

Who is the person that His Royal Highness the Son of God is waiting for? He quickly recalled and locked onto someone.

If there is anyone who needs to wait, it is undoubtedly the other person.

Soon, Poison heard a series of harsh and dull sounds. The sound was like knocking on a door (in fact, he didn't know why he thought of such a metaphor). The Holy Man subconsciously glanced at the Holy Son, who turned his head slightly and seemed to have heard the sound outside.

It looked like that was the person he was waiting for.

The dilapidated door gradually turned black, transforming into a hard obsidian texture. The bright red veins that permeate through it remind people of blood vessels.

His nerves tensed up. The person who could do this must be another out-of-control contaminant. The sound of hard objects colliding gradually formed into words. Poison carefully distinguished them and recognized that they were some empty exclamations.

"My Lord, the portal is at your service! How can this little pollution stop you? As long as you give the order, I will go there without hesitation, even to the deepest part of the black fog!"

With the sound of endless self-praise, the black door opened inwards, revealing an extreme darkness. Poison had an intuition that if he stepped into the door without permission, he would definitely end up lost.

As he watched, illusory mist formed into stairs, and two people walked out of the door one after another.

The former had flaxen hair and eyes of the same color, and a gentle temperament. He was at the age of transformation from a teenager to an adult. Poison recognized at a glance that this was a companion named Mason who had adventured with him before.

The latter was tall, with dark red hair tied into a small braid, hanging loosely on his shoulders. His honey-colored skin was gleaming with a nut-like luster, and there was a lazy smile on the corner of his lips. He was frivolous and indifferent. He just stood there, exuding an aura that was out of tune with the surroundings. It was like a sharp dagger unsheathed, and the mere sight of him was enough to pierce the skin and cause blood to flow out.

This guy must have killed a lot of people. Du Yao's hair stood on end and he couldn't help but distance himself from the other party.

As confused as he was was [Confession].

Logically speaking, it is impossible for something to suddenly appear in its body. But it did not feel the other party coming at all. Who is this guy?

The portal, which had been warned long ago, was extremely enthusiastic and chattered incessantly.

【Confession】 stared at the portal in bewilderment, and the latter glanced at it with disdain: "What are you looking at? Who is not an out-of-control level pollutant?"

No wonder the other party doesn't care whether I will surrender or not. It turns out that he has out-of-control pollutants under his command!

[Confession] The young mind was greatly shocked. If it had done so before in order to survive, then from the moment it saw the portal, it had learned without a teacher the sense of crisis of competing for the post.

Mason already knew where the poison came from. It was a good thing that there was a priest in the new town, so that he could get better help from the Church. He didn't know what price the Church paid to get Count Yan to agree. As far as he knew, the Count hated the Church.

"Now that the priest's matter has been dealt with, let's get down to business."

The young man cast his eyes on the statue in the center of the church, shuddered, and instinctively felt a little afraid.

Oreius cut his wrist, and blood dripped onto the ground. The stone floor sucked it up like a living thing. The greedy swallowing sound continued, and [Repentance] immediately realized the benefit. Power flowed through its body, stimulating even stronger power.

It was overjoyed and immediately sucked the blood as hard as it could. This was different from the portal, the volume of the pollutants was placed here. Oleus' lips turned white again and he was about to fall down. The portal looked at him with envy and hatred, because it had never absorbed so much blood!

The fine spider-like lines penetrated the wall, forming a gorgeous dark pattern. Poison was secretly shocked. Just a few drops of blood could actually change the power of the pollutant. He immediately raised the danger of this red-haired young man to the peak.

After [Repentance] showed signs of submission, Oreius withdrew his hand.

"From today on, you will listen to Master Mason. I will call you if there is anything."

"clear!"

After absorbing the blood, [Confession] became much closer to Oreius, and immediately thought it was a good idea to obey orders and stay in the new town. No wonder this door followed him, as long as he could absorb his blood, it would not be a loss.

Oleus did not forget to give the portal some benefits. The latter licked his wounds contentedly, sucking the torn flesh until it turned white, and only let go reluctantly after there was no drop of blood left, sending Oleus back to the Luo family.

Mason had used him this time just to provide a layer of insurance. With Oleus' blessing, he could use [Repentance] with peace of mind.

"What's up with this statue?"

[Confession] is also a fog: "I don't know, it became like this without me noticing."

Mason thought about it and suddenly realized something. He pointed at Canaan and said, "You don't need anyone to watch over you anymore. Do you want to separate from him?"

[Confession] said in astonishment: "Separate? Why? Hey, you don't want us to separate, do you?"

As it spoke, its tone became tense, as if it was very afraid that Mason would really do this. Mason curled his lips and said, "Of course not, he will stay with you."

"That's good."

[Confession] He breathed a sigh of relief almost unnoticed, not realizing that he was different. Poison, who was watching from the side, sensed something was wrong in their conversation. He finally saw the face of the statue clearly, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Making a statue for him is a treatment that only gods are qualified to enjoy!

His Highness the Son of God originally came here to guard the pollutants. Out-of-control pollutants hate being restrained the most, so it is normal to be happy about their departure.

But there was something clearly wrong with Confession's behavior. If it hadn't been for the red-haired young man's order, it would have probably launched an attack just now.

Thinking of that statue, it's like becoming a follower of the Son of God...

He was shocked by his own thoughts, and then he laughed. How could this be possible? Pollutants are just objects that have been given intelligence. They don't understand what faith is, so how can they become believers of anyone?

The silver-haired young man said nothing the whole time, and just stood aside indifferently, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Only Mason knew that [Confession] was most likely influenced by [Heaven] and became a believer of Canaan!

As long as you don't stay in the realm for a long time, the side effects of brainwashing are actually not great. Canaan usually stays in the Holy City, and the people he comes into contact with are all fanatical believers of the Lord of All Things and All Powers. After merging with those golden threads, the impact is actually not that great.

Believers will only worship this Son of God from the bottom of their hearts and regard him as the incarnation of the Lord of all things and all powers. This is very common in the holy city with strong religious beliefs.

It can be said that [Confession] was the first to be brainwashed, and it only belongs to the believers of Canaan! The statue is the proof! To people without any faith, the statue reflects the true face of [Confession]'s thoughts, but the latter are not aware of this.

Thinking of this, Mason was completely relieved. What kind of trouble could the two vests cause? The World Tree should step down. He looked around and said in a relaxed and humorous tone: "Can you change your look? This is a bit too shabby."

Portal: "Puff."

Too broken... Too broken...

[Confession]'s heart was broken. No one had ever commented on it like this. Everyone who saw it would run away in fear, or unconsciously become a part of it. It looked mysterious and powerful, how could it be broken!

Hearing the mocking voice of the portal, it insisted: "I can try."

[Confession] Originally it was unable to change its form, but after absorbing the blood of Oreius, its appearance also changed to a certain extent. Mason summoned the mirror to assist it, and the latter felt a familiar power and almost dropped its non-existent eye.

It knows, it knows!

The mirror obscured the vision of [Repentance], and the pollutant realized that it had been deceived. But what was the use of regret? It silently changed its form until Mason was satisfied.

"Very good, keep it like this, and then you can do this..."

[Confession] immediately took root, Mason nodded with satisfaction, and told [Confession] to do as he said. After confirming that the other party understood, he began to look forward to the arrival of Ricks and others.

......

For the people of Worm City, returning to the human realm has always been their dream.

But there is always a certain gap between imagination and reality. After the initial ecstasy, they soon discovered that the West was not a good place. At least it could no longer be their home.

High concentrations of pollution, frequent battles, and hostility from locals towards mutants. On the one hand, pollution has already produced a large number of mutants, and on the other hand, the accumulation of mutants will increase the local pollution concentration. The two sides affect each other, making the already harsh living environment even worse. In addition, mutants are extremely unstable, and some often turn into monsters and cause disasters.

Therefore, they were monitored and scrutinized by everyone in the local area. The pressure further aroused the panic of the people in the city of insects. If this continued, they would only face destruction, which was a scene that Ricks was unwilling to see.

He knew that there were people in the south who took in refugees, but mutants were different from ordinary people, and no lord would take in so many mutants. Therefore, he had no choice but to ask Oreius for help, and spent his years of accumulation to bring the mutants to this town thousands of miles away.

The climate in the south is completely different from that in the west. The wind blowing in the face is warm and humid. This town is full of the smell of smoke and iron, which is no stranger to Ricks.

"It seems that this is a town that is mainly based on mining. This is also good. The physical fitness of the people in the City of Insects has improved after the mutation, and they can find jobs to support themselves here."

The only problem that bothered him was the lord here. On the way here, he had gathered information about the place in advance. The Iron Town had a new lord not long ago, which meant that they had to bear even greater pressure.

He could only bury this thought deep in his heart. Looking at the nervous people of Insect City behind him, the man showed a hearty smile.

"Don't worry, just follow me."

The tense people relaxed a little. Rex comforted them and also carefully observed the village.

What came into view were neatly arranged houses, steaming meals, and machines that I had never seen before. A machine as tall as three people stood at the intersection, stirring gray semi-solids and pouring them on the ground.

Then someone drove a car that had never been seen before over the material repeatedly until it became flat under the rollers. They experienced the feeling of other Westerners who first arrived in a new town.

"Lord Rex, what are they doing?"

Facing the curious questions from the people of Worm City, Rex was speechless. He had never seen anything in this town before, and even if he wanted to explain it, he couldn't.

Hesitating, he looked at Mason for help. Mason smiled and began to explain fluently.

"This is a road roller and a mixer. The former is used to level the road surface, and the latter is used to mix cement. They are specialties of Steeltown and Newtown, and you will be very familiar with them in the future."

Looking at the empty space in front of them, people had a hint of doubt in their eyes, wondering why the other party brought them here.

Mason did not hide it: "I know that pollution has been plaguing the people of Worm City. That's why you had to travel so far to the south, right?"

The expressions of the people present darkened, and Ricks frowned: "That's true, but why do you say that?"

He didn't think Mason was the kind of person who would go back on his word during a battle. The boy did not disappoint him and pointed to the ordinary open space and spoke.

"Thank you for joining Irontown. This is my gift to the new townspeople."

"Varied..."

Before he finished speaking, a soft light flashed across the open space, attracting everyone's attention.

The vermilion dome building appeared out of thin air in the open space. The large area of ​​the building adopts an arched structure, which looks perfect and elegant. The ancient walls are covered with green ivy. The wonderful patterns are engraved on the white bricks, just like a large painting carefully crafted by a famous artist.

“Oh my god…”

People could not help but sigh in amazement. This was a miracle that was hard to describe in words. A magnificent building rose up before their eyes, as if a miracle had descended upon the world.

The door of the church opened outwards, and a man in priest's clothes stood at the door with a faint smile on his face. He was in perfect harmony with the atmosphere of this church, wearing church clothes with white and gold tones. One of his eyebrows was broken in the middle, and he looked like a man with a lot of stories.

"Come in, everyone. Visitors are always welcome in the church."

This scene was as magical as the magic in the legend. The residents looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into the gate carefully.

Once you enter the church, you will find that the building is even more majestic and taller than it appears. The pillars are carved with lifelike patterns, and the glass chandeliers are inlaid with gemstones and white jade. One hundred and one diamonds are inlaid around the throne, shining like stars in the sky.

Through the tall ribbed windows of the church, you can see the vast blue dome. The stained glass windows on the top floor reflect the dazzling sunlight, making everything so sacred and perfect.

The statue of mercy stands at the front of the church, and everyone sees a different scene.

Some saw the great man they admired, some saw their trusted father, and some saw the person they feared. He was like a mirror, reflecting the truest image of the human heart. After a brief moment of daze, the residents set their eyes on the young man kneeling in front of the statue.

From their angle, they could only see the silver silk hair falling down, and it seemed like a sin to disturb the other person's prayer. They held their breath until the other person stood up and faced them.

His face is beautiful and delicate. The light and shadow of the rose window falls on the praying man, and his eyes of different colors are gorgeous and peaceful. Transparent flower vines surround him, weaving a beautiful dream with them as the center.

"Welcome to the church, everyone."

His voice was like the will of God, and his temperament was pure and flawless. Anyone who saw him would have only one thought in their mind: This must be what God looks like. There was silence in the church for a while, until butterflies flew up from the flowers and lightly passed by people's ears.

"Uh ah..."

The people of the City of Insects fell to their knees, gasping for air. They were shaking all over, sweating profusely, their faces twisted with pain from the marrow being pulled out and bones being torn apart. Black mist continued to rise, like a sauna, and was dispersed by the fragile butterflies.

When the pain subsided, people looked at each other in astonishment. The horrible insect limbs and scales disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

How long has it been since they saw themselves like this?

The condition of those with severe mutations also improved. A child in his arms opened his eyes dazedly, and his father kissed her in surprise, because those eyes were no longer the compound pupils of insects.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Who can tell me if all this is true?"

The people in the City of Insects were crying and laughing, hugging each other tightly, and before they knew it, their faces were already covered with tears. Their words were even a little crazy.

"This is a gift! A gift from God!"

Even ordinary people became enthusiastic after seeing this scene.

Ricks couldn't believe his eyes at all. Everything in front of him was too incredible. He asked in a trance: "Mr. Mason, am I dreaming?"

So the boy next to him punched him.

Rex didn't have time to react and was hit in the arm. The strength of the Bloodline should not be underestimated. He hissed immediately and distanced himself from the opponent cautiously.

"What are you doing?"

"Does it hurt? If it hurts, it's real."

Mason withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened and said with a smile: "I know this is all unbelievable. But congratulations, Mr. Ricks, you made the right choice and brought the people of Worm City to the only place that can save them. As long as you are willing to work hard, I am sure that you will never find a place more suitable for living than Iron Town."

Ricks' lips moved, he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only remain silent.

The child's speech was very bold.

What was even more ridiculous was that he actually thought the other party was right. His messy mind finally showed signs of being stuck, and Ricks looked at those ecstatic faces and took a deep breath.

"What can I do?"

The boy has a soothing voice and bright eyes. He is like an angel reaching out to sinners, and like a snake delivering the fruit of sin. The two contradictory temperaments blend harmoniously, making it impossible to resist what he says.

"Will you manage this town and build a new home for the natives and the people of Worm City?"

Can this be their home?

Can this place hold their hopes?

"...I am willing. As long as you fulfill your promise, I am willing to give everything for this town."

Mason smiled.

He said, "Of course, this is our agreement."

......

Mason expected Ricks to agree to become the administrator. He was easy to understand, and as long as he could control the people in the Worm City, he would fall into his trap.

He happily exercised the power of the lord, and after giving the other party a preliminary understanding of the Iron Town, he delegated the power to the other party for Rex to use.

The latter seemed to be hesitant to speak: "Hey, is it really okay for you to trust me so much? I just got here!"

"I like this saying very much. If you believe that the other party is a good animal, then don't suspect that he is a wolf sent by the enemy. Since I have chosen you to be the manager of Iron Town, I will not interfere with what you do."

Ricks took a deep breath and said, "Tell me the truth, this isn't the reason why you don't want to be in charge, right?"

"Of course not."

The four words fell to the ground with a loud and powerful sound. Staring at the boy's sincere eyes, Ricks gave up looking for loopholes. Since the other party said so, he believed it.

Mason patted his shoulder and smiled brilliantly: "Then I'll leave the matter of Steel Town to you, temporary mayor!"

After selling the stall in Iron Town, Mason was finally able to devote himself to the next development. He found Roland and brought up his previous plan again.

"Now that the railway station has a manager, you no longer need to worry about it. We can implement our road paving plan. I have already written a plan. The first step is to organize a caravan to sell cement to Ya'an City. The economy there is relatively prosperous, and there will be more people interested in cement."

Knowing that their lord would not change his mind, the bloodline sighed and finally chose to surrender.

"I see. Xinzhen has enough money in its books to buy a store in Ya'an."

"Don't be so depressed. This is something that has to be done sooner or later. Just open it in the name of the Corrupt Merchants Association."

"Do you need to say something to Mr. Profiteer?"

Mason was stunned when he heard Roland ask this. He remembered that the people in Newtown didn't know about Partington yet.

"No need, the profiteer is dead. From now on, the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce will be decided by you, Bai and Ziluo Lan. This is also what the profiteer wanted."

"...I see."

Roland was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly and accepted the lord's order. Mason did not try to persuade him to stay, but waved his hand to signal him to continue. For people like Roland and Bai, profiteers are undoubtedly a special existence. But compared with the latter, Roland accepted it faster. Although the reason he came to the new town was because of profiteers, now he stayed because he loved this town.

Soon, a new shop opened on the commercial street in Ya'an City. It was neatly decorated and sold a new type of building material, which sparked heated discussions among the people of Ya'an City.

"I heard it's called something... cement?"

"Cement? What is that?"

"It seems to be used to build houses. Who knows if it's true or not?"

The residents whispered to each other, and no one was going to step into the store. The materials used to build a house are not chosen casually. If they are not used properly, it will affect their whole life. Compared with this new thing that suddenly appeared, they trust bricks and wood more.

Half a month later, Roland brought back a pile of deficit bills and said, "Master, our cement sales are very poor."

In fact, the words Roland used were very subtle. Although the cement was very effective, the Ya'an residents who did not know the situation chose to wait and see. This was completely different from what Roland had initially imagined. He was so busy these days that he had two blisters on his mouth.

"Don't worry, they will buy it themselves."

Roland suddenly understood: "You mean after a while, when the buyers see the effect, the rest of the people will come to buy it?"

Mason smiled and said nothing, leaving Roland speechless. The boy said gently, "Just wait."

In the second week of the unscrupulous merchant's shop opening, its intelligence appeared on Count Ya'an's desk.

The confidant said respectfully, "My Lord, a new store has opened in the city recently, selling a building material called cement. It is said to be cheap and fast to build, and some residents have already started buying it."

"Have you figured out who the boss behind this is?"

"It is Viscount Cross."

"It's him. It seems like he has come up with something new after not seeing him for a few days."

Yaan stopped writing and thought for a moment. He still remembered the boy. He had caused a stir among pharmacists when he first arrived in Yaan, and later he dared to meet him under the name of Abner. Now he has developed a new building material.

“Is that cement really that useful?”

"I sent someone to try it out. It's indeed very strong and reliable. It can be quickly formed after adding water and stirring. Although it's not strong enough to resist the attacks of the Bloodline, it's absolutely fine as an ordinary building material. It's even better than the existing materials! The most important thing is that its price is very low, only half the price of the same material."

Ya'an said calmly, "In that case, you can go to that store and have a look. It just so happens that there are a few spare rooms in the Earl's Mansion that need to be rebuilt. If they are useful, buy some."

"Yes, sir."

The confidant knelt on one knee, knowing that the Earl wanted to support the store. When new products first started to be sold, people would wait and see for a long time. Once the Earl's Mansion bought them first, the onlookers would be able to feel at ease.

Even the nobles use this material, so what is there to worry about?

As for other people who want to please the Earl of Ya'an, knowing this, they will certainly extend an olive branch to this store. It can be said that just based on this sentence, cement will surely be a hot seller in Ya'an in the future.

A few days later, Roland came to report happily.

"Good news! Master Mason, the Earl of Ya'an sent someone to buy a batch of cement. Now people from all over Ya'an are scrambling to buy our products. The cement is sold out!"

The boy smiled softly, not at all surprised. Roland realized belatedly: "Is this also part of your plan?"

"Cement is not an ordinary commodity, but a building material. As a manager, Ya'an will definitely pay attention to these new materials entering the market. This earl is not a person who takes advantage of the people. He is wise and cares about people's livelihood. The cement is of good quality and cheap. In addition, with his father's connections, the earl of Ya'an will naturally open the door to convenience."

"You are indeed worthy of me!"

Roland was completely impressed. Then he mentioned another exciting news.

"Oh, Master. There is one more thing I need to tell you. The airship from the Mechanical City will arrive tomorrow."

"So soon?"

Mason perked up.

Normally, the efficiency of the Mechanical City would not be so high. However, Mason's previous feat of defeating the core and saving the Mechanical City really brought a great shock, so that the Mechanical City fulfilled its promise immediately.

The next morning, Mason sent Roland to guard the door early. As the lord of this place and the spokesperson of the Land of Stars, it was somewhat tacky for him to personally greet an envoy, so it was more appropriate to send Roland to greet him.

The mechanical airship landed slowly, its exterior showing a perfect streamlined shape. The silver-white cabin door opened automatically, and a folding step was extended as a foothold. The messenger stepped down the steps, followed by a string of suspended robots carrying gifts. It was out of tune with the painting style of the entire town.

Roland had to admit that he was shocked. No matter when, the Mechanical City always brought the most real shock.

“It’s a really beautiful town.”

The person sent was obviously from outside the city. He was wearing a well-dressed suit and a thick felt bowler hat. His words were witty but polite, and he always had a bright smile on his face, as if everyone was his good friend.

It can be seen that the person sent by the Mechanical City this time is not simple. His self-introduction proves this.

"Nice to meet you, sir. I'm Nat, the business manager of the Machine City, and Mr. Hardy is my father."

Roland had done his homework. Hearing this, he was a little surprised: "Hello, I'm Roland, the host this time. So, can researchers in the inner city still get married and have children?"

Nat smiled and said, "Of course, in fact, many people in the outer city are relatives of the inner city researchers. They just didn't pass the selection or don't have the talent, so they didn't enter the inner city. However, as people from the outer city, we are responsible for things like foreign trade and production."

From this perspective, the outer city is the real wealth center, while the inner city mainly monopolizes intellectual property rights. For the Mechanical City, neither side is indispensable.

Both of them were good at chatting, and the conversation was very harmonious. They walked towards the town.

Although he was not as good at research as his father, Nat had a unique talent for business. He looked at the cement buildings in the new town and the well-maintained roads that were smooth and could lead to the destination at the fastest speed.

The visitor's eyes flashed with interest: "I have never walked on such a smooth road. If it is promoted, it will definitely receive a lot of praise. I'm afraid it will cost a lot."

"Thanks to the research of [cement], [road roller] and [mixer], the cost is actually very low. These are all thanks to Master Mason and Mr. No. 1."

Roland smiled and blurted out an astonishing number, which made Nat's eyes sparkle. Why is the teleportation array so popular? It is precisely because the existing roads can hardly support long-distance transportation, the speed is slow and the efficiency is low, so people are more inclined to use the expensive teleportation array.

In other words, once such a flat road is promoted, the cost of commercial transportation will be greatly reduced. Nat did a little mental calculation and came up with an astonishing profit. Who said that the Machinery City only deals in machinery? As long as it is profitable, they can do any business!

"Are you interested in cooperating to develop the cement industry? Machinery City is happy to cooperate with Guizhen."

Roland said apologetically, "This matter needs to be reported to Master Mason. He is in Steel Town now, so I am here to greet you. As far as I know, Master Mason has already handed over the cement formula to the unscrupulous Chamber of Commerce."

This was the excuse he and Mason had agreed on earlier. Nat smiled and shook his hands: "It's okay, I'm just asking. I know that chamber of commerce, they are very famous in Partington."

Today's Association of Profiteur has seized the opportunity and is doing very well in Partington.

The Partington Incident destroyed a large number of buildings, and although some time has passed, repair work is still underway. Partington's large and complex population and high building density make reconstruction difficult.

For those who suffered from the upheaval and lost their homes, rebuilding in Ya'an City was no easy task. Bai and Ziluo seized this opportunity and vigorously promoted cement.

After a short experiment, this cheap, strong and durable material quickly became popular in the Partington market. As a prosperous capital, the emergence of cement just met people's novelty.

The Black Forest Tavern used this opportunity to launder a large amount of property and officially came out into the open. Even Nat, who was far away in the Mechanical City, had heard about it. It was surprising that the new town could get on this line, but for the Mechanical City, it was not a big deal.

Since the lord was away, he naturally turned his attention to another researcher: "Can I see Mr. No. 1?"

"Of course."

Roland readily agreed. It was no big deal. Number One's residence was his laboratory. This master mechanic lived and ate here. His dedication to his job was simply amazing. Even Roland himself admired him very much. If he hadn't seen Number One eat, he would have thought that he might be a robot.

Under Roland's guidance, the two came to the laboratory of No. 1. From Roland's description, the latter roughly sketched out the appearance of this mechanical master in his mind.

Classical, rigid, stubborn, honest, skilled in craftsmanship, and a little short-tempered.

He was very familiar with this kind of personality. Many older researchers had this kind of personality. Bot could come up with a series of coping methods in a few seconds, and he could become as close to the other person as family within half an hour.

Seeing that he was ready, Roland knocked on the door: "Mr. No. 1, are you there?"

The door opened impatiently, and a cold voice came out: "What?"

Bot smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, No.1..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened. He stared blankly at the person who opened the door. That face was resolute, cold, a little impatient, and yet so familiar. He had seen it countless times in the portraits collected by his father.

Yes, there was no way he could be mistaken.

"You, you, you, this face——"

"Are you Master Ham!?"