Triangular Tower Formula
Bot's uncle is from the inner city, and he is very talented. Therefore, many people are willing to follow him. As a genius admired by everyone, Bot is arrogant, and his followers are also young people with some talent. At least in the outer city, their parents have more or less some status, or they have some privileges. Therefore, they quickly found out where the mechanic lived.
After knowing the mechanic's residence, Bot did not rush to deal with it. Instead, he took advantage of his uncle's inattention and went to a building in the outer city.
This is a two-story building with strict security around it. Bot sneaked in. His uncle had brought him here before. This was his research room when he was in the outer city, where some unimportant experiments were stored.
As for the current situation, Bott believed that he could find something reliable. Thinking of that woman, he could not suppress the jealousy and hatred in his heart.
No one can bully him. His uncle just told him not to cause trouble and not be discovered.
Thanks to his uncle's permission, these security devices will not harm him. As for the patrol guard, he just needs to be careful, as he is too familiar with this place.
Relying on his memory, Bot successfully reached the heavily guarded door. The things left by each inner city researcher would be carefully kept to prevent being stolen or misused by outsiders. Bot took out a silver card from his pocket and carefully placed it on the sensor device at the door.
“Drip—drip—”
Following a few electronic sounds, the silver door opened upwards, revealing the scenery behind the door.
Bot stepped into the room. It was a spacious storage room with walls painted with some kind of silver coating. The entire room was filled with neatly arranged experimental racks, which were filled with various mechanical devices.
There are finished products, unfinished products, and failed products. Each device is labeled. Bot reads the labels and quickly selects what he needs. He swipes his ID card in front of the corresponding items, and countless hidden white lights appear in the air, which automatically shut off after a few seconds. These are security devices set up by the owner himself, specifically used to deal with thieves.
"That's all right now."
Bot took out what he wanted and left immediately before anyone noticed. Touching his heavy pockets, he licked the corner of his lips with an excited expression.
There must be no problem now. That woman is going to suffer a lot!
He took a few followers with him and sneaked to the mechanic's residence under the cover of night. Looking at the guards, Bot took out a mechanical blowpipe and blew it at those people.
Several tiny anesthetic needles automatically locked onto their targets, and the guards fell to the ground one after another.
"Master, what should we do next? This is a VIP room, and it would be bad to cause a disturbance."
The followers swallowed their saliva and asked Bot quietly. The latter took out several spider-shaped robots from his arms, which were only half the size of a fingernail.
"Put this in the crack of the door, and these little things will automatically take effect and eavesdrop on the information of the person inside."
Bot chuckled, "I don't believe she won on her own. She must have made some kind of deal. With this, we can know who that woman is hooking up with."
"As expected of Master Bot, you are so smart!"
"That's right, how could anyone beat you?"
"Alright, alright, get to work. You'll definitely benefit from working with me."
Bot waved his hand to stop them from praising him further. The followers shut up obediently, picked up the robot and stuffed it into the crack of the door.
The spider robots scrambled to crawl into the crack of the door, and Bot turned on the corresponding control device with excitement on his face.
"Let me see what secrets she is hiding, hehe...Okay, open it!"
The progress bar on the screen slowly moved forward, and suddenly went out when it was about to reach 100%. Bot was stunned for a moment, and shook the control device in disbelief.
"What happened? Is it broken? This was made by my uncle, it can't be broken so easily."
Several people huddled together and whispered. At this moment, the screen suddenly lit up and a line of blood-red words popped up:
【See below.】
Before anyone could respond, densely packed words popped up one after another, almost jumping out of the screen.
[Look at the back, look at the back, look at the back, look at the back...]
【Look! Behind!】
The cold wind that suddenly rose up blew across their backs, and the young men could not help but stand still. The lights above their heads flickered and suddenly turned blood red.
The faces of the teenagers were paler than paper, and those who were not mentally strong enough had already screamed. Bot glared at them fiercely: "What are you screaming for? Shut up!"
Despite this, no one, including Bot, chose to look back. It was as if there was some fear hidden behind them that they couldn't face directly, and they didn't have to face it as long as they didn't look at it.
"What are you doing here?"
“Help! Aaaaahhh!”
They were not wearing uniforms and seemed to be just ordinary people. "Who are you? How dare you scare us!"
The man looked at them quietly with a stiff smile on his face. Under the horrified gaze of the teenagers, he snapped his head.
…twisted his own head.
“Monster ahhhhh!!!”
The teenagers ran out screaming and saw a man cleaning with his back to them. Seeing the familiar uniform, they didn't care about hiding their identities and rushed over to seek help.
Bot yelled, "Call someone, a monster is coming in!"
The uniformed cleaner turned his head and looked around: "Where is the monster? What does it look like?"
"In the back! He can take his own head off!"
"I see. I understand."
The cleaner smiled at them and snapped his neck. The broken head stared at them with a brilliant smile.
"Is this the kind of monster you encountered?"
“Aaaaaaah!!”
Finally, someone couldn't stand the excitement and passed out. The rest of the people ran away, tumbling and crawling, until they bumped into someone new.
The guard who came to relieve the guard shouted: "What are you doing here!?"
When these suspicious intruders saw him, they screamed in fear. One of them suddenly took out something and pointed it at him, crying, "Don't come over here! I know you are a monster!"
"I monster you (Mecha City swear word)!"
What a weird thing, this is a VIP room. If there are monsters here, where will the guards put their faces?
These guys are just making excuses!
The guards had already identified the other party, but because of his young age, they did not draw their weapons. Seeing that he wanted to get closer, the leading teenager's hands kept shaking and he pressed the attack button fiercely.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”
The strong electric current spread in all directions, knocking over a group of people without distinguishing between friend and foe. The guard was caught off guard and only had time to press the emergency button before he collapsed.
After they fell, the two androids they had met earlier appeared in the corridor. The chaotic electric current had no effect on them at all, and they looked down at the fainted boys with a hint of confusion on their faces.
"Are these the attackers? Their strength is so weak. I don't understand what gives them the confidence."
"I don't understand it either, but they are not good for the goal, so that should be dealt with."
"Let's go back and leave them here."
These androids were pulled out of a mirror and made by Ham himself. They have a very high level of technology and in some ways are no different from ordinary people.
Even better, as long as the core energy reactor is not destroyed, these androids can repair and operate themselves, which is why the head twisting operation came into being.
The two androids discussed for a while, and finally gave up trying to understand human behavior and disappeared before other guards arrived.
When the teenagers came to their senses, they were horrified to find that they were surrounded by a large number of guards.
Bot pretended to be calm: "What do you want to do? Let me tell you, my uncle is..."
"Who is your uncle?"
A cold voice came from the back of the crowd, and the guards made way for them. Bot shuddered and shouted in fear: "Uncle..."
The researcher, who looked ordinary, walked out of the crowd and looked at his nephew coldly: "Bot, I should have told you that you should study in your room now instead of wandering in front of the VIP room."
The arrogant boy lowered his head and dared not say anything. The others were even more terrified. If Bot still had a family connection with the other party, then they had nothing. If the inner city researcher got angry, their future lives would be ruined.
Fortunately, the other party did not do so. He glanced at the group of people calmly: "Just because Bot's personality is willful doesn't mean you can mess around with him, understand?"
"I understand."
The followers nodded in a flurry and Bot's face turned pale.
With the other party's words, it would be difficult for him to gather followers to do something shameful for him in the future. No one would risk offending the inner city researchers to help him.
After resolving these issues, the researcher looked at the guard and said, "Thank you for informing me of the news. I will take this useless child back with me."
"No, it's our honor to serve you."
The captain of the guards respectfully watched them leave. The researcher took Bot back to his residence without saying a word, and the latter lowered his head and dared not look at him.
As a temporary residence, the interior of this house is very simple. The most eye-catching thing is the sofa in the center. The researcher sat on the sofa, looked up at the trembling boy, and his tone was indistinguishable from calm and anger.
"Tell me what's going on."
Cold sweat slid down Bot's forehead. He stuttered, "Uncle, please, give me another chance."
He knew his uncle's character. He was the most arrogant child in the family before entering the inner city, and he became even more indifferent after becoming an inner city researcher. If it weren't for the blood connection, he would probably not be taken seriously by the other party.
The researcher looked at him calmly until Bert could no longer bear it and looked away. Then he said slowly, "Listen, Bert, you do have some talent, but you lack the ability to control your mind. I can give you one chance, but remember, you won't have a second chance. Now go back to your room and don't leave without my permission."
"I know, uncle."
This time, Bot answered sincerely. He wanted to get back to his room right now, at least to stop upsetting his uncle. Just as the boy was about to turn around, he received a new order from behind.
"Put down what you got out of the storage room."
Bot did as he was told. As he pulled out items one by one, he could hear the researcher listing them.
"Eavesdropping spiders, electric paralysis needles, and electric web rods that haven't been fully developed yet. Should I commend you for having the good sense to at least not bring those self-propelled defense robots? Oh, I forgot. Those robots require special authorization. Although you took my ID card, you don't have the corresponding authorization."
"Uncle, uncle..."
"Okay, I don't blame you. That's enough. Go back, Bert. You know what you should do."
Bot ran out as if escaping. A small transport robot slid over and picked up the products on the ground. It sent them to the product storage room. This was where Bot had taken the experimental products before.
The difference is that the transport robot goes directly to the other side. It emits a wave of light, and the wall rises, revealing another spacious storage room.
Unlike the one outside, the storage room inside is obviously more dangerous.
The LP-12 small self-defense weapon, the Kura, is specially modified to be able to kill C-class polluted beasts; the Bot ZP-34 handheld light cannon, its power is proportional to its price, and it is an invincible single-person killing weapon; the P-58 scientific research test machine, similar to an unmanned bomber, can absorb energy to form shells without manual loading; the LW-817 flamethrower, a group attack weapon, has caused many large-scale fires...
All of these devices are highly lethal and rarely circulated outside.
In addition, there are some prohibited items that are obviously not allowed to appear. Light waves flashed in the air, and anyone who entered without permission would end up evaporating. The transport robot passed through the light waves steadily and placed the collected items on the test bench. After doing all this, the robot spontaneously drove into the charging pile in the corner of the wall and entered a dormant state.
"Now it's time to get down to business. That idiot only did one useful thing."
A11 took out the operating device and skillfully cleared the intrusion command. The spider robots on the other side moved flexibly and took pictures of the room.
The ponytailed woman was not asleep. She sat quietly at the table. Her thin body was wrapped in a black coat, like a crow falling into the night.
Normally, seeing such a figure suddenly in the dark would give people a sense of terror, but this woman was different. It was a kind of misty beauty, a mural drawn with a gloomy and tired tone. At this moment, she suddenly turned her head, looking through the mechanical spider, as if looking at the person behind her.
"You don't have to talk this way. Come see me, sir."
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the mechanic's door. The mechanic opened the door and saw the expected guest standing at the door.
"I'm sorry my nephew has caused you so much trouble."
He was a brown-haired man with a calm and stern expression, with the inorganic quality that is unique to inner city people. He nodded in a friendly manner and introduced himself.
"You can call me A11."
"I thought only artificial humans would use such numbers."
A11 smiled and said, "Do you think there is much difference between us and androids?"
The mechanic said, "You are very honest."
"I think this way of communication is more efficient. The S-level researchers want to see you, and I am your guide. Since there is no conflict of interest between us, there is a basis for cooperation."
"I have a question. Were you assigned to this position, or did you apply for it on your own initiative?"
"You are very smart. I applied on my own initiative. Bert is my nephew."
"Oh..." the mechanic said with a long tone. "Are you here to protest for him or to take revenge? I don't think you would be so unwise."
"I apologize to you on behalf of Bert. Although he is a piece of crap, he is the most gifted child in the family. These are my apologies to you."
A11 readily paid a large sum of money, all in the currency unique to the Mechanical City, which was enough to show his sincerity. The mechanic hummed and was quite satisfied with the price.
She said, “You can ask me a question.”
The other party raised an eyebrow and said, "This much money in exchange for your forgiveness and a question is a big price to pay."
"You can choose not to ask any questions."
"Well, there is something I do want to know. I want to know what you think of human beings?"
"A bunch of poor bugs, stupid guys, idiots lost in technology. At the same time, humans are also my creators, and I have no ill will towards them."
A11 carefully considered the other party's answer, and the processor installed in the half of the brain quickly came up with a definite answer. Lilith didn't need to lie about this matter. If she wanted to express hostility, she didn't need to use this method.
"I'm glad we're not enemies. I can give you some free intel."
"The Mechanical City is divided into three factions. The neutral faction follows the will of the leader and unconditionally supports all his decisions. The Dove faction believes that the Mechanical City should focus on its own survival and not worry about the outside world. It only needs to develop. The Eagle faction believes that the Mechanical City must go out and conquer the Black Mist Border to have a chance of survival."
"Which faction do you represent?"
"This is not an important matter. The point is that your next performance will determine how the Mechanical City treats you. Two-thirds of the S-class researchers are waiting for you at the top of the central tower. Of course, you don't have to be too nervous. Believe me, if you choose the worst politician in the world, no one is more suitable for this title than the upper echelons of the Mechanical City."
During the conversation between the two, A11 took the other party out of the VIP room.
A mobility device was already parked at the door waiting. It had no wheels and was shaped like a suspended car from the past, with the route automatically guided by a chip.
"There is a magic net in the mechanical city." A11 introduced. "This is a device that imitates the one set up by the goddess of magic. Everything in the mechanical city depends on the magic net and the central puppet. It is the core device made before the Black Mist Era, and it is also the core of the entire mechanical city."
"It is because of it and the magic network that the Mechanical City can become a city that always flies in the clouds."
This is heaven for the mechanic. As long as she moves her mind, countless links will flood into her perception. The former did not act rashly. After all, the mechanic's ability is to forcibly control the machine. As long as she wants, she does not have to follow the laws of the machine. Such a blessing is indeed very pleasant, but once it leaves the mechanic's control, it will become waste.
For example, the two modified Iron Snakes in New Town were scrapped after the mechanic left. The wreckage was left to No. 1 to see if it could be recycled.
In order to prevent the destruction of this legendary city, the mechanics were extremely obedient. As the scooter moved forward, a bronze mechanical wall stood at the end of the line of sight, separating the inner and outer cities.
The surface of the mechanical city rotated regularly, with blue energy streams flashing from time to time, and no passable gates were visible on the surface.
"There is no gate in the conventional sense in the inner city. If you want to enter the inner city, you must be led by a researcher who has registered your identity information. Otherwise, you will be attacked by security robots."
Just as A11 said, as they approached, countless silver spherical robots flew down the wall and stopped in front of the two people. They scanned the information of the two people, and the leading spherical robot spoke.
"A-level researcher A11. We have detected that you are on a mission and can bring one person into the inner city. Do you want to use this permission?"
"use."
"The test is complete, and you are welcome to the inner city."
The mechanical wall automatically opened up, opening a passage for the two people.
What appeared before me was a unique scene. Mechanical-style transport devices shuttled on the road, driving in an orderly manner. The buildings on both sides of the street were unique in shape, with bronze and silver colors interlaced, as if they were a ballad played by steel and machinery. Above the city, a network of drones was busy transporting goods and mail, and from time to time, flocks of mechanical birds flew across the sky, scanning the scene below.
There is a row of handrail carts on the right side of the entrance. The mechanic stands on the handrail cart. A11 enters the target location. The handrail cart's lights light up and it moves towards the set destination.
The residents who came and went were dressed in white uniforms, most of them were studying books in their hands, ignoring the mechanics and others. The high tower in the center of the city was like a giant pillar, disappearing into the creeping sky.
A11 was not surprised at all: "This is the Central Tower, the core building of the Mechanical City. All S-level researchers live here. In addition, talented junior researchers can also study in the tower."
As the distance gets closer, the central tower is within reach. The tower is cylindrical in shape, without a single trace of connection on its surface. The entire central tower is a single entity, with a great sense of mechanical beauty.
"There's a simple question. The central tower requires climbing to gain access, which is why only the most senior researchers are allowed to live on the top floor. You can think of it as a test."
A11 said, moving his eyes towards the tower door that was opening.
"The central tower has two hundred floors. Good luck to you. If you are really Lilith, conquering this tower should be a piece of cake."
He made an inviting gesture. The mechanic ignored him and walked toward the door.
The moment she stepped through the door, the space underwent a huge change. A blue projection unfolded in front of the mechanic, with dense theories and questions flashing across it.
A pleasant female voice echoed in the space.
"This is a question from Miss Liannie from the Mechanical Inner City. Please answer it."
Okay, it seems that the so-called central tower is a large comprehensive question tower. The woman pondered for a moment and slowly spoke.
“The answer to this question is…”
......
"Mr. Mason, I thought it would be busy out there."
This is a beautiful garden. All imaginable flowers are in full bloom. The gorgeous rays of light flow across the sky, like a wreath carefully woven by the goddess of beauty.
There were fragrant snacks on the white jade table. Ham smiled bitterly, feeling helpless about this guest who always disturbed him.
The boy sitting opposite me took a sip of tea. His linen hair was unusually soft in the sunlight.
"I brought some stuff from outside for you to entertain yourself, why are you so cold?"
"Is this the technology out there? The technology in the current mechanical city has indeed been greatly developed."
Ham read the questions carefully with interest.
"This theory is interesting. Let me take a look... Isn't this from the book you sent in a while ago? The formula is..."
"Who came up with this? It's complete nonsense! Following his theory will definitely lead to poor circuit connection!"
"In my time, even apprentices who had just entered the Mechanical City would be able to answer this question. Where did you find it? The person asking this question must be a big fool. Tell him..."
"This is great! I've been thinking about this research direction after reading those books, and I didn't expect to see the sequel here. This theory combined with the one just now will produce unexpected results. But I lack experimental equipment now, so please tell them to try this combination..."
At the fat boy's house, Mason read a lot of mechanical city theory books. The knowledge taught by Ham was very good, but in view of the changes of the times, some details were added and changed. Such a good thing naturally had to belong to Ham, which was just right to be used to lure this master to join the new town.
The 195th floor of the Central Tower.
Those who can sit here are all the most talented researchers in the Mechanical City. Each of them has amazing achievements and has developed countless excellent theories. It can be said that those who can sit here are all heroes who have promoted the progress of the Mechanical City. Each product embodies the crystallization of their wisdom.
A researcher in his forties. Everyone knows him. He is responsible for the manufacture of energy-generating machines and energy fluids, and is also the most enthusiastic researcher on the scene.
"We tested the □□ she provided, which is an extremely efficient energy source, and the concentration is currently beyond our ability to produce. Through instruments, we analyzed its production time, and its production date is about 76 hours, which is quite fresh."
The researcher's tone was very excited: "If we can find the corresponding equipment, it may be able to provide new help for energy liquid research."
"Calm down, Hulk."
His introduction sparked discussion among the researchers and they quickly reached a conclusion.
"Whoever she is, she has something we need. I think we can listen to her."
"No need. We can improve the quality of the energy liquid through our own research. Are you sure she is harmless? Don't forget that Lilith killed all the researchers who accompanied the team, and the researcher in charge of the project left the Mechanical City due to responsibility. It can be said that we know nothing about her. If she were to repeat her atrocities, it would be a disaster for the current Mechanical City."
The two argued endlessly, and the old researcher representing the neutral faction sat in his seat, listening to their discussion without moving a muscle. The eagle faction and the dove faction did not pay much attention to it either. Since the old leader entered a dormant state, the neutral faction has become less and less vocal.
As soon as the woman stepped into the tower, the researchers all stopped talking and watched the mechanic's operation intently.
The woman answered quickly, with fluent language, and it was obvious that she understood the principles involved in the question.
But this was only the first level, involving only the simplest principles, and the next level was where the difficulty would come. The mechanic climbed to the 49th floor with great success. She took a short rest here and then entered the 50th floor.
Two mechanical virtual dragons have been prepared here, and anyone who enters this level will be struck by thunder. A hint of happiness flashed across the woman's face, which reminded people that she was the leader of the entire artificial human army and personally killed all the accompanying researchers.
Without any equipment, she easily changed the programs of the two mechanical beasts, turning them into obedient servants. The researchers watched without blinking, fascinated by this strange ability. How did researchers in the past create such mysterious mechanical creations? Any scholar would be curious about this.
Above the 50th floor, the central tower will have actual combat stages, which are no problem for mechanics.
As the floors go up, the problems get more difficult.
After entering the 150th floor, looking at the puzzle in front of him, Ham in the mirror said "Hmm?" and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"These questions are finally getting interesting. It seems that not all the machinery factories nowadays are junk. Let me take a closer look..."
The time between Ham's answers was noticeably longer. Mason was not in a hurry. Every floor of the central tower had rest facilities, so it was no problem to stay there for ten days or half a month. Seeing the mechanic finally stop, the researchers were relieved.
The questions above the 150th level were written by these S-level researchers themselves. If the opponent continued to be so unstoppable, they would doubt their own research level.
But soon, the mechanic started moving again. She was obviously thinking about it, making some deletions and corrections from time to time, but each time she could get new inspiration.
"She wrote very cleverly, in a direction I had never thought of."
"This sophisticated research idea, this mature and complete concept, can be said to be the product of a mechanical master."
The researchers were fascinated and amazed. If they had only wanted to test the functions of artificial humans in this way before, now they have gradually changed their mindset and become eager to learn more.
These theories involve a lot of artificial human knowledge, just like an open door. You know that the other side leads to taboos, but how many people can resist this temptation?
The mechanic would solve any problem that could be solved by force. Those that required answering questions were handled by Ham. The two sides were invincible together, and in the end, the mechanic stood in front of the puzzle on the 194th floor.
She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at this question. A11 had undoubtedly been giving away the question in advance, actually revealing the question in such a place.
The blue screen clearly reads: [What do you think of human beings?]
"They are a bunch of greedy bastards, creative devils. If there is a hell in the world, then humans will undoubtedly be the permanent residents. However, I don't hate them."
The woman paused, a strange look flashing across her eyes. She seemed to be remembering something nostalgic, and her voice became a little deeper.
"Rather, I like them very much."
After dozens of seconds of silence, the light screen in front of him suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a passage leading to the upper level.
The mechanic walked in, the dizziness he felt shook his senses, the light spread out in front of him, condensing into a magnificent scene.
The silver-white ceiling was inlaid with countless star-like gems, forming a glittering star trail. A bright light shone from it, covering the entire room. The wall behind was a whole wall of mechanical formulas. Six S-level researchers sat at the table. They looked very normal.
"Welcome, Lilith."
The woman's eyes paused on the round table in front of them for a few seconds, and suddenly asked: "Why are there only six of you?"
"Originally there were seven, but after Heath's betrayal there were only six left."
"Shouldn't there be twelve?"
Another researcher was not confused by his question and answered very smoothly: "Unlike the Noble Association and the Church, the Mechanical City has never had enough talented people to be promoted, so it has never had twelve S-level researchers."
As expected, there is an inseparable relationship between the Twelve and the Round Table. This should be related to the era before the Black Mist, so the researchers are not surprised that Lilith knows this.
"Okay, let's talk about what's next. I'm here to negotiate with you on behalf of New Town. I want to make a deal with you."
"That kind of thing is all good."
Hulk waved his hand. He didn't care whether the other party represented New Town, Old Town, or anything else. As a researcher, he only focused on one thing.
"What device do you use to make this energy liquid?"
“I am the best device.”
The mechanic's voice was indifferent. No matter what, the expression on her face was indifferent. Like a glacier that never melts. This also fits the stereotype of people about artificial people.
This energy liquid is converted from the mechanic's blood. As long as her body is still functioning, she can continue to secrete blood and the energy liquid will continue to flow.
From this perspective, when the Mechanic is completely transformed into a machine due to the curse, she is a cyborg that is no different from the real Lilith.
Eternal Power, powerful, fearless, the king of machines.
"Why would someone as powerful as you choose to join New Town? If you wanted to, you could create an army of androids and no one would be able to stop you."
"Powerful? No, I'm nothing."
The mechanic responded with a sympathetic voice, as if he had heard something ridiculous.
"There are so many people who are better than me, among them, I am just an ordinary one."
"If you don't believe it, you can send someone there to take a look. Believe me, it will surprise all of you, provided you are still able to feel this kind of emotion."
"......"
The researchers were silent; they exchanged glances, apparently communicating in some covert way.
"We will send someone to Xinzhen to confirm what you said. If it passes the review, it will become the target of trade in the Machinery City. This is the reason why you came here."
"Indeed. I can provide you with a certain amount of energy liquid for research. At the same time, I need your help."
Without hesitation, the researchers asked, “What do you need?”
"It's easy for you. Some machinery, some raw materials, some excellent technicians and researchers, and a trade contract."
After a brief discussion, the researchers nodded and said, "This is indeed not a difficult problem for us, but we have other requirements. This may be a bit harsh for you. If it is the legendary Lilith, I think you should be able to complete it."
What do they want to do? Find out about the association, set up their own branch in the new town, or help them solve some problem?
Mason sat up straight, ready to ask Ham a question.
The researchers looked serious and asked, "What is the answer to the triangular tower formula?"
Mechanic: “…What?”
Researchers: "What's the answer to the Triangle Tower Formula? Damn it, that awful, amazing, completely impossible-to-crack formula has been bothering the people of the Robot City for a whole century. Only a genius or a lunatic could figure it out! It was invented by your maker Ham, so you must know the answer!"
What the hell?
Ham nearly spit out his tea after hearing Mason's retelling.
"Damn it! It's been hundreds of years, how can that thing still be passed down!?"