The data in this is too large and detailed, and every piece of data is supported by hundreds of millions of data. If Al loads him into his mechanical intelligence, his brain will explode.

He didn't dare to implant this thing in his body as Audrey had proposed, and hung it around his neck like a database.

"Audreyhe, assist the mechanical intelligence in my body, improve the algorithm, and improve the function. ”

"This request is denied under the authority of the first core rule, sir. ”

"Your assistive machine intelligence itself depends on you, and the human body itself cannot withstand the huge amount of data flow exchange and computation. When the mechanical intelligence in your body is upgraded by algorithms, any information processing will heat up your body and mind and accelerate your aging. Mechanical calculations affect your mind, and you can't resist spells that control constructed creatures, command golems, and more. ”

"In response to your request, Audreych recommends that you stop using the mechanical intelligence in your body as soon as possible, and derives the following advice"

"1. Remove the mechanical intelligence in your body and use Audreyhe. ”

"2. Separate the mechanical intelligence in your body and use the medium as a relay. ”

"3. Remove the mechanical intelligence in your body, and Audrey will assist you in recreating a new auxiliary intelligence that can be loaded and implanted. ”

Al thought about it for a moment, and came up with the idea from a good stream. He himself knows the dangers of mechanical intelligence best, and has spent almost a year in the research institute using mechanical intelligence experiments to calculate, and most of the power in his bloodline is consumed on transcendent regeneration, repairing his body that has been lost by using mechanical intelligence.

There are a lot of human emotions in his mind, and if it weren't for Amanda's faith and Batlloff's awakening of the fear in his humanity, he probably wouldn't have been able to sense the change in himself.

The Ultra Fantasy Spell Catalog didn't teach him how to craft a carrier, and now that he had a bequest from Ms. Inmeryl, he was of course the third suggestion.

The first one is impossible, the essence of Duret is his own soul, and permanent separation is fine.

After dealing with all the troubles, he felt the hunger in his stomach.

It's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. When he saved Amanda, he drained the power stored in his blood. He couldn't use his bloodline power wantonly for a long time in the future, but he was not disappointed at all, but was extremely happy.

Such a real hunger is a reminder that this body is his own and that he is still wonderfully alive.

As soon as Al went out to eat, Amanda who was lying on the bed opened her eyes, which were deep and dark, without the whites of her eyes.

Ivan was a down-and-out nobleman, his ancestor was a baron, and his ancestors were not good at business, and gradually declined. In his generation, he didn't even have a title, and there was still this small courtyard. His father did not have a title, but he still lived in the glory of his ancestors, and his life was aligned everywhere. At one point, he needed to sell his property and was ridiculed. Living in the dual world of fantasy and reality, he couldn't bear this gap and committed suicide by swallowing gold.

Ivan has needed to support himself since he was a child, and he doesn't realize that he is a decent young master at all. A third-level thief, not good at fighting.

Received the training of an heir, although it was interrupted for a time because of lack of money. In order to live by relying on the heritage and literacy of the family, he made low-level identification and resale for people, and accumulated some family background, writing, art, jewelry, spices, cultural relics, and history.

Ivan had no servants in the house, and his meals were all eaten in the inns that looked decent and cheap next to him, and the people here were mostly people like him, people who had some status and no money, or people who had made some money by their own skills but were not qualified to return to honor.

"Ivan, is there any goods, Mader, I ran out yesterday, and that girl sucked it all while Lao Tzu was asleep. A sluggish young man came down from the top of the inn, and when he saw Ivan, he clung to Ivan's hand as if he were a savior, and pleaded with excitement and longing.

Ivan lazily pushed his hand away, also looking tired after being satisfied with an addict.

"Tru, won't the new goods arrive tomorrow? ”

White Dream is not cheap.

"You guy, it's not like I won't give you money. Ivan, my good brother, please. Give me a suck. Tru's angry expression flashed away, and he said good things in a row. For the sake of Bai Meng, he did not hesitate to put down his body and beg for good words.

Ivan was unmoved.

"Tru, you know, I serve Mr. Mafure, and if there is no good collection to please the honorable Mr. Lord, I will not be able to help you next time. ”

"My good brother, you have to help me. ”

Ivan hypocritically held Tru's hand, and his words were deep and pleasant.

Tru, whose thinking was corrupted by white dreams, gritted his teeth and looked at the smirking Ivan.

"You suck it for me first, and I'll go back and steal that elf girl's oil painting for you." ”

"I have a whole White Dream here, and a hundred gold coins waiting for you. Go ahead, my brother. After lunch, I'm going to go to the backstreets to find some good things to present to Mr. Lord. ”

"A hundred gold coins, you blood-sucking little devil!" Tru slammed his fist on the table in annoyance.

"Okay, okay, Tru, one hundred and twenty gold coins, how about leaving you a white dream every week in the future. Who made us good brothers? ”

Ivan grinned and spread his hands, looking sincere and extremely unbeaten. He took out a small half of Baimeng and took a deep breath in front of Tru, convulsions of satisfaction, confusion, and comfort.

"It's wonderful. ”

Tru sniffed the little white dream that drifted out, and the longing in his eyes was about to come out, and he was about to surround him again and satisfy him. But he refused to come out, "irritability, irritability controlled him."

Tru gasped and stared at Ivan viciously.

"Prepare one hundred and fifty gold coins, and I'll be right there. ”

"I'll only wait for you for half an hour. ”

While waiting for Tru, Ivan asked the innkeeper's daughter to bring a bunch of food and wine to his courtyard under the pretext of entertaining his friends.

Tru rushed in like a thief, turned around, slammed the painting in front of Ivan, and waited for Ivan with red eyes and rough clothes.

"Quick, give me White Dream!"

Al elegantly looked at the painting slowly, it was indeed a portrait of a forest girl from the elves, a white unicorn snuggled next to the girl, and the fresh painting was refreshing.

He gave the gold coins and an intact White Dream to Tru. Tru couldn't wait to load the money and opened the stopper, inhaling deeply in his left nostril and another deep in his right nostril.

Panting, his whole body convulsed and collapsed on the chair, his eyes rolled, and his hands clutched Bai Meng, letting it drift away.

Tru's eyes quickly drifted away and he smiled contentedly.

Ivan meticulously removed the painting from the frame, rolled it up and put it away. Pulling out the white dream in the unconscious Tru's hand, he put the few that he had sucked back into his hand.

By the way, he obediently obeyed a money bag from Tru's arms, stole thirty gold coins from the money bag and returned it to him.

He made a gesture of boos to his boss's daughter, who was standing in the doorway looking nervously at him, like a cynical nobleman.