Chapter 834 Self-propelled wheelchair
Nora was furious; she glared at Nini fiercely.
Unfortunately, she still had the ↑↓←→ arrow keys printed on her forehead, which made Nini laugh even louder.
"Alright, alright, these are minor issues." Nini, who had finally stopped laughing, patted Nora's head, which was biting her tail, walked to the wheelchair, and held out her hand.
Soon, the already twisted steel began to soften, and she casually kneaded it a few times to reposition it.
Spell: Fossils Turn to Mud - Nini's Improved Version: Turn Iron to Mud
Nini hasn't used this spell in a long time. The last time she used it was when she was making a steam engine by hand. Speaking of which, all of Castel's prototype machines were made by Nini.
Nini yanked Nora off the tail with a "pop" and stuffed it into the coffin, then closed the mechanical lid: "I just talked to the machine spirit and changed the thrust setpoint. It should be working normally now. Give it a try."
As he spoke, he casually fastened the external seatbelt and even tied a bow.
Nora: "."
Nora: "Okay, I'll try again."
This time, Nora learned her lesson and turned to the window, so that even if she flew out again, she would have time to press the ejection button.
All I can say is that I hope this ejection seat/wheelchair ejection system is properly equipped with a parachute.
Hughes never expected that the wheelchair ejection function he casually added would actually come in handy one day, and on the very first day of use at that.
After communicating with the machine spirit, Nora took another deep breath and stepped on the accelerator with a tragic expression—that is, pressed the up button.
She didn't even dare to let the machine spirit operate it directly, for fear that Chloe would cause some trouble again.
Nora thought to herself with a touch of感慨 (gan3 kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, often including amusement or reflection) about how hard it was for coyotes to collect their allowance.
The wheelchair's tires trembled, and as the people around prepared to brace themselves for the impact, the wheelchair slowly began to move forward.
"It...it was a success?"
"It can actually move?"
"It's really not something I'm used to seeing internal combustion engine vehicles drive so slowly."
"It's not slow anymore. Have you forgotten when we were on the wall? By the way, Gaia's shower gel is really strong. Can I have some too? I'll use it to please the Machine Soul. Lately, I feel like the car is a bit underpowered."
Nora ignored the whispers of the people. She sat blankly in the crew cabin for a while, then gently touched the → button, and her wheelchair slowly turned around.
Hughes watched Nora move around the room somewhat clumsily, stopping and starting, bumping into the cabinets and then gently bumping into the bedside.
Finally, she stopped by the window, and the outer armor plating of the self-propelled wheelchair slowly moved away, revealing a small robotic arm.
Nora controlled the robotic arm, which wobbled as it gripped the watering can on the shelf, and began watering the flowers on the windowsill.
The room had fallen silent at some point. People watched Nora water the flowers quietly. Sunlight fell on the cold, hard iron plate, obscuring Nora's face, but her earnest and devout expression seemed to be right before their eyes.
Hughes' eyes crinkled into a smile at some point. Looking at Nora's cautious manner, he suddenly felt a sense of happiness.
He always felt that his efforts in coming into this world had paid off. Science and technology may not change the world, but they have changed the lives of his companions.
Helena stepped forward and gently stroked the steel plate on the top of Nora's wheelchair. The steel Nora raised the observation window to meet her gaze, and that kind smile momentarily made her feel dazed, as if she had returned to the sanctuary, to the moment when Helena personally baptized her.
At that time, she also looked up at the same way, and the sunlight shone through the stained glass onto the thick stone wall, casting colorful patterns.
Today, however, she was no longer in an empty sanctuary. Nora's small room was crowded with people, and all eyes were on them.
Happy birthday, Nora.
A miniature self-propelled artillery piece has recently appeared on the streets of Castel.
Except for the lack of a turret, it looks no different from a self-propelled artillery piece; both are square iron boxes.
Many children loved to follow it, pretending to be soldiers following the artillery, covering each other in the streets, and shouting "Castel, charge!"
"For Castel!"
"Lady Nora, lead us on one more charge!"
"There's an enemy there worth fighting!"
The children suddenly fell silent. A shadow fell over their eyes, and when they looked up, a tall, harbinger of death stood blocking their way.
"Ha, you bunch of little brats, you dare challenge me!?"
Facing the children in front of her, Monica finally regained her advantage in height.
She was rather short for a banshee, even shorter than Hughes, so she could only find a sense of superiority in these children.
"Not good! It's a legendary enemy, Lady Nora, we must avoid a direct confrontation!"
Nora didn't reply, but continued driving towards Monica at a leisurely pace.
Monica confronted her for a moment, but finally stepped aside.
"Nora, why don't you stay in Castel for a few more days this time?"
"No, I originally planned to leave that day, but..."
Nora did intend to return to the front lines that day, but she was stopped by the others. Everyone could see how happy she was to be able to walk again, and it would be too cruel to send her back to the battlefield just like that.
This petite girl always felt too responsible; even on her birthday, even with a new wheelchair, she refused to stay behind.
Hughes issued an executive order granting Nora many days of leave, Helena promised to allow her to jump the queue in the early stages of the schedule, and Gaia also produced a contract, saying that Nora's term as an experimental animal had not yet expired.
Then Gaia was bitten by her as she jumped up.
After much persuasion, Nora finally agreed to stay for a few days, and the group took turns dragging her shopping.
"Did you go to Betty's fish and chips shop? I heard she and Nora became friends, but it's that Nora. She's an employee there now, packing fries for people. She's great except for occasionally messing up the seasoning."
"No, I've only been wandering around Castells these past few days, I haven't been to Blood Harbor yet."
“Let’s go together later. We can also visit Nini’s editorial office. Nini has now transitioned to an editor. Although she still writes, her articles can only be seen through special channels. I heard that Zoe has submitted her work fifty-seven times without getting accepted. Do you want to submit yours too?”
"No, I'm not very good at writing. I've only ever kept a diary."
"A diary? Let me see."
“It’s lost. I originally intended to remind Hughes through my diary, but he didn’t see it either. I don’t know where it went.”
As they walked under the setting sun, they chatted quietly. Monica told Nora about Castel's changes, and Nora listened quietly, occasionally replying.
The shadow of the tree grew longer and longer.
(End of this chapter)
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