Chapter 1170: NO.74: Eyes Unblemished

NO. 74: Eyes Unblemished

"Doctor, are you busy? There's a matter that urgently needs to be reported to you."

"There's still time to listen to the report."

He gestured with his hand toward the few colleagues beside him to continue, and the position he stepped away from was immediately filled by a woman in a white coat with horns.

"What's the matter, Xia Guang?"

He glanced at the still busy algorithm compilation console, then turned his head to look at today's shift assistant.

This assistant, who usually stays in the Engineering Department and the Equipment R&D Institute, actually likes the atmosphere of the test field.

From the start, she looked around like a curious baby, her eyes full of surprise.

But now, her face, which should be lively and energetic, is full of tension.

"It's like this: the newly arrived consultant and the Telexisi Committee Chair have applied to swap the neighboring botanical garden with the training field."

"Move the training field next door?"

Recalling how that young man had just been pulling levers and drawing cards in public earlier, the Doctor supposed he was impatient and wanted to show off after drawing, so he didn't pay much attention.

He just thought that, after all, he was only a 19‑year‑old, so the job of overseeing the status of the Ge Liza cards had probably been forgotten, and he'd have to remind him later.

"Go check the botanical garden's side; if they agree, approve it."

"Um… actually, it's not just that; they also want to open the 'room merge' function," the assistant said awkwardly, her pair of light‑gold ears on her head also drooping slightly, "He said he wants you and your team to see some visuals."

"Oh?"

This remark left Luoxia somewhat startled; he turned his head to look again at the empty lot where a special mechanical device had previously stood, then immediately turned back: 'Just a moment, I'll first open this permission for you.'

"Eh eh eh?? Doctor, aren't you going to think it over?"

It was completely unexpected that the Doctor, who just a moment ago seemed to want to discuss and then confirm, would decide outright upon hearing this; the assistant Miss felt flustered by the Doctor's decisive manner, thinking she'd likely be interrogated later by Doctors A Mi Ya and Kai Er Xi, yet she couldn't help but recall how that young man remained calm and composed despite her not‑so‑optimistic view of him.

'He will agree, as long as you relay my words completely, Assistant Miss.'

Perhaps she dared to be so confident only because of the prestige of the Ka Xi Mi Er National Defense Committee Chair… At that time she thought this might actually work, but she also felt that being the one responsible for passing on the message was probably a hassle for her.

Indeed, maybe I should have just taken a day off and skipped the shift, as my aunt said.

The Doctor has been swamped these past weeks to the point that the assistant is running back and forth; she's already seen on the forum several previous assistant seniors complain that this round's workload far exceeds the norm, and she often hears rumors that she might be silenced.

When it was her turn today, the one who doesn't believe in superstitions, she actually didn't have to join the current hustle—although she really wanted to participate, watching those big shots' masterpieces everywhere amazed her, but she simply doesn't understand these things.

Seeing her team's equipment appear, even just that counts as helping.

Besides that, being the Doctor's assistant means serving tea and water while the Doctor seems to want to stay here all the time—this office tea‑server work is truly unfamiliar to her as an equipment researcher.

Compared to idly standing around waiting for others to give orders, she prefers having a visible goal at hand, to the extent that coworkers often tease her for being a workaholic.

When work matches one's hobbies, especially when the things one is interested in keep growing and the techniques one wants to study keep increasing, it's indeed hard to stop one's feet.

Once active as a knight‑maiden, now Xia Guang Miss is like a frontline expert in the workshop, and she actually feels a strong curiosity toward the consultant youth she's seen several times on the forum.

At first she was just after the juicy gossip, but that gossip shouldn't appear during work hours, let alone when the other person looks idle yet has a Telexisi sitting beside him.

To Xia Guang, that Committee Chair is downright terrifying.

Although she had once faced dangerous opponents head‑on in her hometown's knightly contests, the atmosphere around that Telexisi is a different level of pressure.

'From today on, you are the Chief Rider of the Lin Guang Family.'

She would, because of the solemn air of the Saka Zi man, recall that dream which ought to have been far beyond sight.

She would also, because of that man's somewhat shallow dark circles and gloomy gaze, think of her own uncle who is inept at coping.

Thus, for Xia Guang, the bench where those two sit is a place she does not want to approach in any sense.

But not long after, that youth somehow brought over a strange device as tall as a person, and also captured a creature resembling a Ku Lan Ta, though it should be a Sai Ma Niang girl.

Compared to the latter, the former makes her somewhat unable to restrain herself.

Not the youth, but the device.

At this moment, the assistant Miss recalled what a friend from the neighboring team had said.

'Some things, upon first sight, make you want to try taking them apart,' as a pure‑iron‑smith beginner, Xia Guang originally couldn't grasp that, only thinking the other's idea was excessively weird and radical.

But now, she feels she understands.

But unlike the other party, she ultimately is a girl from a knightly lineage.

Good upbringing checks her impulsive notion, and while she still looks on restrainedly, the instrument after activation is ultimately taken back by that youth.

Even that person vanished completely for a few minutes, unknown where he was put, leaving her both a bit wistful and yet relieved.

Thinking that at least it's one less tangle, she continued to look at the group's astonishing ideas in the distance—when she thought that, the youth suddenly appeared in full before her.

Like a ghost!

On the night of Vigil (the Terra continent's festival coinciding with Halloween), encountering this development, the girl merely stepped back without a sound—yet her courage was bursting.

Regardless of how the other approached without her noticing and suddenly leapt into her field of vision, Xia Guang Miss indeed, after he spoke, recalled those complaints of the previous shift assistants on the forum.

The workload far exceeds the norm, and one often hears rumors that one might be silenced—situations like these she hasn't encountered, but she has encountered a situation that lets her start a new thread.

【Three‑sentence relay, got the Doctor to directly alter the main company building's structure—feeling like I'm about to be blamed by many right now, should I play dead?】

Of course, when she truly considered whether to post on the forum, it was obvious that the matter had already been settled.

After a building‑wide broadcast announcement, everyone could hear that, although it caused no actual vibration, it still sounded like the noisy dimensional friction of neighboring renovations.

Not to mention the anger of those who nap by day or are lazy sleepers, the Federal premier company's building also rarely has a 'block dimensional transfer system,' whose stability is beyond question.

The chance of an accident is so low it's practically nil; even if the transferred space contains living beings including people, one would only feel a slight 3D dizzy sensation.

Then opening the door leads not to the original room as imagined.

As for the various workers at the test field, they naturally need not experience the side effects of that dimensional swap and grafting.

Merely the 'room merge' itself will cause the edges of this site's space to begin splitting.

Walls disappear, and at a glance you can see the scene of the neighboring room—this change is normally a trivial matter not worth noting for countless researchers, but what if an ominous purple light flashes into view?

Like the cross‑shaped light pillar of an exploding apostle, a purple light pillar shoots skyward, instantly taking on the fierce outline of a soaring dragon, yet it also makes the tiny humanoid silhouettes within it blindingly bright.

That is Tressis.

In the test field, many sharp-eyed researchers were still astonished at this when that figure had already been completely submerged in the flame-shaped light pillar.

And below, where no one was paying attention, the youth gazing at the giant dragon's form was lightly clapping.

The first step for a sword wielder is to be able to bear the weight of the sword blade.

Tressis is indeed without problem, thereby proving that the experimental foundation is indeed established.