Chapter 522

As soon as the meeting of the suffering alliance was over, an accident happened.

Before soshyang contacted, the three mechanical education organizations of the casting world in the storm star domain suddenly smelled the "smell".

Because I don't know when there was a rumor that there was a scientific and technological product of a dark age in the star castle captured by the suffering alliance, and the value was very high.

So one month after the star castle was towed back to the Nathan IV orbit, representatives of foundry world Griffin IV, gria and Zhao akada came to Nathan IV. they all asked to see the legendary "black technology".

But soshyan was in trouble.

He didn't know who spread the rumor, but there was no doubt that his intention was extremely sinister, and he might even come running for the key fragment of the all machine treasure book.

Moreover, the people who spread rumors are also very smart. If they directly say that there are key fragments of the book of ten thousand opportunities, they will mostly be regarded as nonsense and ignored. But if there is black technology, most mechanical believers believe it.

After all, there are precedents for such things, and there are many examples.

But the question is, where does soshyan have this thing?

But the more he explained, the more the mechanists really didn't believe it. The representative of Griffin No. 4 even directly accused soshyan of not telling the truth, because his emotion sensing instrument scanned soshyan's brain wave abnormally, which was obviously lying.

Knowing that the other party was scanning himself, sosh was so proud that he almost threw the guy into space - if sol didn't stop him, he might really do so.

After being dogged by the mechanists for several days, soshyan had no choice but to get out some of dieterian's inventions and pretend to be the "black technology" in the star castle.

As soon as the representatives of mechanical education saw that it was a technological heresy, their interest immediately decreased greatly. However, they carefully examined it and determined that some of it really belonged to some unique technology.

But out of principle, they can't recycle technology heresy. That will only give people control and urge soshyan to destroy those heretical technologies.

However, since all came, soshyang naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. He told the three casting worlds his ideas.

Signing a contract with a Star Warrior alliance has regained their attention.

However, because the matter is very important and their own authority is not high enough, they can only send the news back to the headquarters, waiting for the decision of the sages or higher envoys to discuss.

But in the process of waiting, there is another episode.

Zhao akada's representative secretly found soshyan, hoping to recover the core technology of the "slightly heretical" core.

Although soshyan was a little surprised, he did not blame the other party out of the so-called sense of justice. After all, we all know some things. It is difficult for the truly aboveboard casting world to survive. Up to now, each family has several shameful housekeeping skills.

But he also made his own request.

The machine soul of Xingbao is being purified, but the main control system and meditator array need to be replaced. He hopes Zhao akada can help restore this part.

Zhao akada's representative immediately agreed to the request and informed soshyan that professional personnel and materials would arrive soon.

Although he didn't know who the other side said the professionals were, soshyan was quite looking forward to it, because the existing technology priests in his hand were not the most professional in the meditator, and most of them preferred various combat systems.

What he couldn't guess, however, was that a——

"Damn it, I feel like I'm going to become a moldy toaster."

Six patrons of the mechanical deity, wrapped in faded and ragged rusty red robes, stood motionless in front of her, like the statues of sages overlooking thousands of scribes in the wide transcription Hall of the technical archives department.

Their iron boots were firmly locked in the receiving slot on the Starship deck, and she had to hold on to a metal pillar to avoid hitting her head on the ship or falling to the ground when the Starship took off.

The internal space of the star ship is simple and simple, which enhances the practicability as much as possible. Its design does not contain any unnecessary decoration or aesthetic elements to please the vision, which perfectly shows the characteristics of the organization to which it belongs.

ADA Lovelace stroked her short blond hair with one hand. The dust and grease attached to her hair made her more eager to bathe in the pool compartment once a week.

However, she has a feeling that the cleanliness she yearns for is the furthest thing from the minds of those guardians.

When they took her out of the cell under the library, none of them said another word except to confirm her name.

As for the reason why she was imprisoned, it was because her superior found that she had improved the internal working mode of the meditator's computer. Then the technical director dragged Lovelace out of the work line in a violent and angry brain static noise from the speaker.

Being locked up in total darkness for seven days almost broke her down.

She remembered that when the door of the cell finally opened and the bronze death masks of the guardians, the gleaming walking sticks in their hands and the unforgiving eyes in their eyes appeared in front of her, she couldn't help shrinking into a ball.

After the nurses invited the technical director to scan the biometric security code stored in their walking sticks, her protest against their sudden intrusion stopped immediately.

She was very afraid of these protectors. Later, she felt that she should have been afraid of them. Their master specially designed them like this: enlarged body, arms and legs transformed into weapons, and green eyes shining behind the bronze skeleton mask.

After a while, she was dragged out of her cell and dragged through the cavernous echo writing room she had worked in for years.

Thousands of robed scribes, draftsmen, managers and form sealers filled the writing room.

When she was taken to the arch leading to the distant world, she realized that she would be sad to be separated from the knowledge here.

She won't miss the people here because she has no friends and colleagues here.

No one of those skilled workers with pale skin will look up from their monotonous work. The sea green fluorescence emitted by their meditators' computers and the flickering light emitted by ball lamps floating in the dusty air cover up their withered faces with no vitality and vitality.

Such a state was unheard of for ADA Lovelace, who was always surprised that her scribe colleagues knew nothing about how glorious their work was.