"That guy didn't lie to you, the internal system of this 'Fenrir' super power armor is indeed bound to the DN and has been completely locked."

After an hour of busyness, Miss Judy, a tech engineer from Night City, opened the door tiredly, wiped the oil from her face, and said to Mason, who had come to invite her to the trading party that had begun in the castle, with a tired face:

"It's a physical lock on the hardware level, and I can't unlock it. And this suit uses some very strange alien technology, and there is no way to restart it in a normal way."

"It's okay."

Mason nodded.

Although it was a bit disappointing, the result was reasonable.

If the things made by the master himself were so easy to crack, the legend of Batman would have ended long ago, not to mention that this thing was still a countermeasure he set up against all members of the Justice League.

Its technical barriers will only be higher and more secretive.

He looked up and down at Judy, who had obviously not rested, and said:

"Go wash up, my team is waiting for you as a guide."

"Don't worry."

Judy snorted, and said as she wiped the oil from her face:

"I can't untie it, but I didn't say I can't help you, give me two more days, and I'll give you back a super power armor that you can drive when you leave the Star Castle."

"Huh?"

Mason raised his eyebrows in surprise, not understanding what Judy meant for a moment. The tech engineer grinned, turning sideways to let Mason see a large pile of oddly shaped objects that had been torn down from the workbench behind her.

As Mason stared in amazement, Miss Engineer of Night City gave Mason a thumbs up and said:

"I can't untie it, but I can replace it entirely! I've requested from the captain a state-of-the-art power armor manipulation module from the Conto's lab to replace this oddly written bat manipulation system.

Of course, this is basically a technological upgrade, so the weapon system and power system inside your warframe will also have to be modified accordingly, which I am not familiar with.

But I can give you a suggestion for a makeover."

Judy looked the surprised Mason up and down and said:

"You're also an engineer who can wield a quasar pistol, and I don't think it's going to bother you if you take a moment. But the most troublesome thing now is that your super power armor needs to be redesigned and the energy system replaced.

To put it simply, because I changed the design, I had to re-route the interior.

The cunning guy who designed this thing has the control system and the powertrain locked together, and I can help you replace its "mechanical brain", but you'll have to find a "mechanical heart" that's powerful enough.

Maybe you'll get what you want at the fair."

Judy, a young girl who didn't know her real age but was dressed as a young person, grinned and yawned again, ready to wash up and prepare for the fair.

Mason handed her a bottle of pick-me-up, motioning for her to drink it.

The tech girl looked at the strangely colored thing in her hand suspiciously, as if she remembered some not-so-good memories.

She said to Mason with a wary face:

"There's nothing weird in this thing, is it? I warn you, I don't like men near me! And you're too young, Mason.

Although you talk and act old-fashioned, you just look 18 years old with this face, right?"

"Do you all talk so much in Night City?"

Mason scolded and stepped forward to inspect the internal structure of the Fenrir armor that Judy had disassembled with an ultra-precision machine, and behind him, the tech girl Judy hesitated for a moment but drank the potion in her hand.

A few seconds later, she looked at her body in amazement, as if the exhaustion of the past few days of working late had been swept away.

It's even more useful than the shock plug-in and spur prosthetic for company dogs.

"Go change your clothes."

Mason didn't look back and said:

"Buba

Ra and another lady are waiting for you, and she's going to introduce you to her big sister who will dress up if I were you."

"Your potion is so much more powerful than the others."

Judy exclaimed:

"How did you do that? It's obviously a rookie who has just entered the industry, but it's more powerful than those C-class veterans who claim to be alchemy masters."

"I'm actually what you call a C-rank veteran, and I think I'm probably quite talented at it."

Mason urged a few more times.

Judy pouted and went to the bathroom, and walked out in a few minutes, just adding a black leather coat embellished with gold chains to her vest and a pair of high-top boots.

She followed Mason out of the room while holding the mirror to apply lip gloss to herself, pouting and saying:

"Is there anything to be proud of in the C-class? I was never a logistician on the battlefield in the afterlife, but I was a C-rank just over a year ago.

The captains have all started to go through the process of upgrading to the Council of Twelve.

Don't underestimate us, Mason.

Although the Afterlife Squad takes the elite route, and there are not many people and no fixed vassal worlds, we are very famous pioneers in the Star Society."

"I'm more curious about who your captain is?"

Mason walked ahead, adjusting his hat and said:

"The famous V? Or the "black hand" Morgan? It can't be Johnny Silverhand, right? That guy is long dead. By the way, are V's cyber psychotic symptoms getting better?"

"You know so much about us, and we don't know anything about you."

Judy chewed gum, put her hands in her leather pockets, and whispered:

"It's a very insecure way of making friends."

"We have a common enemy, and that is enough to guarantee friendship."

Mason smiled.

Turning the corner in front of me, I saw the members of Team K waiting there.

In addition to Barbara and Erke, who Judy had seen, there were Zakang who was spewing clouds and smoke by the window with the Grimoire in his arms, and Selena-sama in a tightsuit.

Especially Catwoman-sama.

When she saw this gentleman with both elegance and wildness, Judy's eyes turned into shining stars.

Compared with this walking "hormone poison", the sunny and lovely Barbara has become a little girl.

"That sister!"

Judy pulled Mason's sleeve and whispered:

"Please introduce yourself to me!"

"Hey, put your saliva away."

Mason whispered to his new friend:

"People have husbands and children, although they are only adopted sons."

"Wouldn't that be better... Ahem, I mean, so what does it matter?"

Judy shook her cool long hair seriously, and said very seriously:

"I've spent my unbridled youth in Night City, and now I just want some warmth in my heart, don't worry.

I'm not going to ruin their lives.

I promise!"

"No, I'm not worried about Selena, I'm worried about you."

Mason also emphasized:

"Don't go near that dangerous cat, you can't play with her."

Despite the K-Team Captain's reminders, for the next ten minutes, Judy still fell into the clutches of the smiling Catwoman like a little mouse who took the initiative to deliver to the door.

When the group arrived at the trade fair on the second floor of the castle, Judy's children, who were fascinated by Catwoman's amorous charm, had already said everything that should be said and what should not be said like beans poured into a bamboo tube.

This will be crying in Selena's warm embrace that her world is over, and that she has nowhere to go in her miserable past.

The kind-hearted Barbara was still comforting her, and she was both of them

The feeling of comfort embraced by the amorous tights girl made the tech girl who was not very normal feel like she had ascended to heaven.

And the three men next to him who watched this scene looked at each other.

Zakang held a cigarette and didn't light it.

He watched as Judy, induced by Selena's soft voice, even began to tell the story of the first love of the neon girlfriend who betrayed him.

This made the Dark Mage shudder, whispering to Mason:

"You must have given Selena something terrible, this woman is a witch! Why is she able to say so easily?"

Mason vaguely exchanged glances with Selena.

Catwoman-sama made a "leave everything to me" gesture, and then the young man pulled Zakang and Erkeg towards the already crowded hall in front of him.

He said faintly:

"I just gave Judy a pick-me-up potion, and maybe I 'accidentally' added a few drops of the Truth Elixir, and that's it. Tell me about your afternoon's harvest, John.

About that "Amaterasu" team."

"We found information about them from there when we registered with the Mercenary Guild in Star Castle."

Zha Kang looked at the various areas of the luxurious hall in front of him, which had obviously been expanded in space, and his eyes swept over the female pioneers who were dressed in different styles.

While whispering to Mason, he said:

"Their captain is a C-class like you, but he's been recruiting team members because he's done seven bounty missions in the last six months, and he's got a lot of momentum but a lot of damage.

It is said that they are trying to become the direct caster team of the Great Logistics Mentor "Warlock".

I asked a lone ranger who was said to have had a holiday with Amaterasu, and she told me that those guys were allies with the other two C-class squads with some origins, and that they were all in a group of spellcasters.

This kind of thing seems to be very common in the Stars."

"No useful information, John."

Mason sighed and said:

"Is it because you're less lethal to lonely women?"

"Well, that's hard to say."

Zakang shrugged his shoulders and said:.

"It's up to me to convince the charming Lone Ranger lady tonight to tell us more, well, I'll have to leave in twenty minutes."

"Here's for you."

When Mason heard this, he took out a small jar of medicine from his bag and stuffed it into Zakang's hand, and instructed:

"Drink it five minutes before the errand, just take a sip and don't drink too much, it's best to ask about their team configuration, the number of the station in this castle, etc.

The more detailed, the better."

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Za Kang felt that his male male style might not need this kind of entertainment item, but after thinking about it, he put it away and squinted his eyes and asked.

He sensed that Mason, who had an occasional whimsical mind, might be doing something dangerous and "big".

Mason didn't answer.

He said goodbye to Zakang and Erke, and let them move freely, while he was attracted by something placed on a platform not far away. It was a tall figure in medieval armor, standing alone behind the counter, flipping through a small book.

It seems to be the owner of this booth.

His armor style felt very familiar to Mason.

Mason guessed that the armor should be empty underneath, and he didn't know if this guy had a cool hair and a very short alchemist brother.

"How do you sell this?"

The young man looked at the disc-shaped engineering object the size of a fist in the display case in front of him, and said to the shopkeeper:

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course."

A crisp voice sounded from the armor, like the voice of a young man, with a welcoming reminder:

"But this is very valuable, and if it is broken, you will have to pay for it."

"I'm also an alchemist, I know."

Mason smiled and reached out to grasp what was in front of him.

Hearing that he called himself an alchemist, the armored man suddenly let out a suspicious nasal sound, but Mason didn't explain much, he looked at the very familiar type of sign on it.

After a few seconds, the information tab pops up:

Stark Industries Miniature Ark Reactor Rescue Body Special Model

Quality: Legend of engineering and craftsmanship

Item Effects:

When opened, it can provide a huge amount of energy for the special rescue body of the Mark series Warframe, and can be regarded as an "inexhaustible" power source when the atomic energy battery refined by an unknown element is replenished on time.

Fits perfectly with all known mechanical items.

The reactor is safe and reliable, does not produce any pollution, and the perimeter safety frame is resistant to large shocks in close proximity.

Maker: Tony Stark

Item description: Aren't you looking for the "Heart of the Machine"? What are you waiting for? Empty the last big boy in your pocket and buy it for a lot of money.

Hint: Lack of engineering skills to parse the item's blueprints.

"Failed to prostitute yourself!"

A frustrating thought jumped into Mason's mind.

He shook his head regretfully, and returned the reactor in his hand to the knight shopkeeper, without even asking, no need to ask, he would definitely not be able to afford it.

Unless he was willing to trade the Philosopher's Stone Fragment or the unicorn's blood in hand, which was obviously impossible.

"Is this vibranium?"

Mason pointed to another thing in the display case that glowed with a pale blue light, and the knight shopkeeper was not bothered, explaining like a robot:

"90% pure vibranium raw ore requires special instruments to shape it, and once it is formed, it cannot be modified. Now that our small shop is doing an event, buying 100 grams of vibranium and getting 5 grams of urugin, should customers think about it?"

"I don't really understand the price of trades."

Mason took a bottle of cursed unicorn blood from his bag and handed it over, saying:

"How do you exchange the two?"

"Hmm, this looks like a very high-grade alchemy material, please wait."

A strange figure in armor takes the crystal bottle from Mason's hand.

In the strange gaze of the young man, he found a Nokia magic machine and dialed a number, and soon a young man with long blond hair and a red cloak ran over drunk.

He glanced at Mason, then pulled out something like a microscope that looked like an expert appraisal.

After a few minutes, the guy shook his head and said to Mason:

"If it's pure unicorn blood, it's worth a fortune, but if you're taken out violently and tainted, the price isn't that high.

I need to exchange 100 grams of vibranium for 10 vials of this blood."

"Okay, deal."

Mason doesn't bargain.

With a heroic wave of his hand, he waved nine bottles of unicorn blood, and from this shopkeeper, he exchanged vibranium ore in a special container and a bonus of Ulu gold ingots the size of fingernails.

Of course, Mason's boldness came at a price, and he put away the trade and asked in a low voice:

"Can you tell me where these things come from?"

"A monster named Hulk returned from alien terrestrial and brought people to mess up the base world where our brothers were staying, and the blood was dying, and the superheroes were fighting us, and we took the opportunity to sneak into Wakanda.

That's all there is to the story."

The appraisal guy was drunk on the counter and said a little boredly:

"But just make this last penny, and the world that has been beaten into a pot of porridge is hopeless. Speaking of which, my brother said that you also call yourself an alchemist?

There is such a thing as unicorn blood in his hand, and at first glance, he looks like a character with a background.

I've got a good thing here."

This looks quite lazy from the young man of the Buddhist family

He took out half a tube of blue serum from his pocket and threw it to Mason, saying:

"I picked it up on the battlefield, you can look at the price. Alas, hell the "shock" is coming again, and if you're unlucky, you'll have to start from scratch.

We're all going to have to be a little bit more prepared for this, right? Dude."

"Well, that's true."

Mason didn't even know what the "impact" was, but he still responded casually while checking the broken serum in his hand, which he felt familiar, and the label popped up as he expected:

Super Soldier Serum [Remastered]

Quality: Epic Alchemy Item, Craftsmanship

Item Effect: After the completion of the special injection procedure, the injector's physical fitness is greatly strengthened, causing it to break the physiological limits of humanoids.

The disadvantage is that it will maximize the user's inner desires.

In layman's terms, the better the good, the worse the bad.

Maker: Howard Stark

Item description: The remastered version is only a billion points short of the original version.

Hint: Drawing parsing is ongoing. The talent is activated, and the analysis speed is greatly increased.

"Successful prostitution!"

Mason felt a pang of ecstasy.

He was also worried about the serious side effects of the Green Goblin Serum he got from Mr. Sandstorm, and as a result, the most genuine superhuman serum was delivered to the door.

The young man dragged on with the drunken shopkeeper to talk about unnutritious topics and wait for the analysis to be completed, while looking at the lavish trade fair scene in front of him.

All these good things placed in each booth turned into a pile of floating drawings in Mason's eyes, waiting for him to pick them up.

Spend money to buy?

Bah!

Gentlemen are not here to spend money!

I'm done sweeping today, and if I spend a penny, I'll lose!

This white prostitute king Lao Tzu is decided!