At the moment when Lance installed the power chip, the T-101 suddenly shook, and two dark green fluorescence flashed out of the simulated eyes, then flickered for a while, and finally became a little darker, but it continued to be on.

"T-101 is at your service. Please give the order. ”

The constructor moved his muscles for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and said respectfully to Lance.

Lance tentatively said, "Can you change your name?"

"Verify the permissions through guò, please name. The construct mechanically responded.

"The T-101 is too troublesome, so let's call it [Pudding]. ”

"The name was successful. Pudding is at your service, please give instructions. The construct quickly carried out Lance's orders.

Lance found it amusing and asked, "Can I fly?"

Pudding didn't say a word, and the pair of wings behind him suddenly stirred up quickly, and the whole person suddenly rose from the ground, rushed straight up, and then landed, at eye level with Lance.

"Airplane mode is on. Consumes energy three times faster. ”

The sound of the machine came out again.

Lance frowned slightly: "How long can your energy last?"

"Because the pudding is a normal model, it is equipped with the lowest kind of small power chip. If it is a regular home mode, it can last for two years without replacing it with a new power chip, while the speed of energy consumption will increase in both airplane mode and reconnaissance mode. Pudding replied.

"Are there good or bad power chips?" said Lance.

"Absolutely. According to the rules of the Tower of Steel, Lord William divided the power chip into four levels. Generally, ordinary structures are equipped with secondary power chips. That's me; the elite-level construct is equipped with a sophisticated-level power chip, and the battery life has been increased by more than ten times; the perfect build-up is equipped with a super power chip, which can support hundreds of years in conventional mode; the fourth-class chip is an endless power chip, which is still under development, and when Lord William left, this kind of chip was not developed. ”

Pudding faithfully told Lance everything he knew.

Lance nodded thoughtfully. In his amber ring, there is also a power chip that was captured from the Flame Manchild, so it seems that it should be of the Elite level.

From Pudding's mouth, Lance corrected a misunderstanding of himself: that is, he had always thought. Since the country of construction can survive for a long time. The structures inside are also long-lasting, which means that the power chips in these structures can be used for hundreds of years or even thousands of years, even if they cannot be used permanently.

And for now, this thinking is wrong.

"No wonder every once in a while. The so-called headquarters will send some construction boxes. The Black Elves guessed right. Some of these boxes do contain equipment and weapons. But I'm afraid the other ones are the most important! That is the power chip on which the construct depends!"

"That's the root cause of their fight against each other!"

Unlike the magic chip, which can be used almost permanently after it is manufactured, the life of the power chip is limited.

From this point of view. The problem of power is the fundamental reason that restricts the non-large-scale spread of construction science.

Because it's too expensive.

If you want to become a qualified builder, you need a lot of resources to pile up, and the materials for making the power chip alone are enough to pile up three pharmacists of the same level.

Therefore, every master of construction is a rich and invincible country. A basic constructor like Master William, without the backing of terrifying wealth, would not have been able to create such a huge constructor country.

Demonic Chips, Power Chips, Steel, Rune Scrolls...... These are just raw materials.

A lot of energy, manpower, and material resources are required to make the constructs: witchcraft, enchantment, metal smelting, shaping, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., and the science of constructs is a discipline that contains too many details, and ordinary wizards can only do some of them at best.

"Sure enough, the more powerful the profession, the more resources and wealth are needed. ”

Lance looked at the pudding flying up and down in the air, and said with emotion in his heart.

After tidying up a bit, he put away the pudding and editor and walked briskly out of the room.

Unlike the first floor, the second floor is a small hall.

The floor of the hall is a rare wooden one, and it is arranged into a living room with a retro feel.

A coffee table, a few expensive sofas, a lotus chandelier. What's even more bizarre is that there are rows of mahogany bookshelves on the side.

Before Lance could get closer, a burst of bookish scent came.

"How many books are hidden in this place!"

Lance looked at the books on the shelves and was a little shocked.

Could it be that this is the private library of Master William himself?

As soon as he thought of this, Lance's heart became a little hot: if he could find some materials on constructology in it...... You don't even need to be a material on constructology, it's a book about witchcraft, and you're making a lot of money!

In any case, Master William himself is also a legendary-level wizard. It may not be as good as Gu Wanlun's two great wizard kings, but it will definitely not be worse than the likes of Zingele.

"It's really strange, the second layer mentioned in Grandpa Soth's notebook is obviously a different situation. Did something happen?"

Lance wondered if the scene in front of him was inconsistent with what was said in his notebook, and he slowly stepped into the bookshelf.

A beautifully packaged book appeared in his eyes.

He looked over with some excitement, but in the next second, the titles of these books made him a little stunned:

"The Collected Poems of Sorodoko", "Amber's Story", "Miss Lisa's Love", "Mistress 2: Betrayal", ......

"What kind of books are these~!?"

Lance scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Probably in the wrong area." ”

It's just that the bookshelves here are not marked with the type of books, so Lance can only change the row randomly.

The results still surprised him:

"Nine Differences Between Men and Women", "Scarecrow by the River", "The Tragedy of the Frog", "Tarot and Divination", ......

Lance was a little dumbfounded.

How can they be such inexplicable books? Books that seem completely mundane, and how can they be found in Master William's Tower of Steel?

Looking down at the entire row of bookshelves, the tarot cards and divination seem to have something to do with witchcraft.

But in fact, when Lance relentlessly pulled the book off the shelf and flipped through it a little, he was stunned to find that the stuff in this book was a piece of shit!

Bullshit!

"This kind of thing is completely for those deep resentful ladies who have nothing to do, right?"

Lance weaved through the rows of bookshelves, frantically trying to find a reliable book.

But later, he still despaired.

Because none of the books here are serious at all!

It's all nonsense, or sheer storybooks, or eye-catching vulgar reads—and none of them have anything to do with witchcraft.

Looking at the vast mountains of books in front of him, Lance could only shake his head slightly.

It turned out to be an empty joy.

......

"Sir, please don't mess with the order of the books, it has taken me a long time to put them in order. ”

A pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind Lance.

Lance was slightly stunned, only to see a man in pajamas standing behind him.

He walked over quickly, naturally took the book in Lance's hand, glanced at it slightly, and showed a look of surprise: "Aha? I am a loyal reader of this author, and I love every book she writes." Have you ever noticed the sick cat who was strangled to death by the crazy hostess? I love it so much, it's hard to accept, but I'm a fan of her after all, so I was sad for a while and accepted the ending...... It's fate, after all, isn't it?"

Lance looked at the man in front of him in a bit of a daze, and talked eloquently.

The book he was holding in his hand was called "Crazy Family 1", and it seemed to be a serialized series.

"Who are you?" asked Lance cautiously.

He asked knowingly. Because as early as the moment this man appeared, he looked at it with a death gaze.

Sure enough, he didn't have the Soul Mist. This guy is a constructor.

But what puzzled and shocked Lance was that in the face of elite constructs like Child or Alton, he could still see some clues from his appearance.

Only the man in front of him, his exterior is simply seamless, and he doesn't feel like a constructed body at all!

Even his voice was calm and gentle, no different from ordinary people.

Such a construct ...... I'm afraid it's already beyond the elite level.

The man patted his head and said abruptly: "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Mark Thirty-Six." As you can see, I'm actually a construct. ”

"But I've always loved human stories. I love all kinds of novels, poems, and essays. I've read all the books here, but I still don't get tired of reading them a second time, and I love these stories to death. So sometimes you can't help it. ”

"Let's go, guests, let's go over there and talk. ”

Led by Mark Thirty-Six, the two walked out of the bookshelf group and into the living room.

"You may be seated. Mark XXXVI looked unusually polite.

Lance bowed slightly and sat down on the couch.

"I've already said that, I've already seen all the stories here. So sometimes, I'll look forward to some fresh stories. Mark Thirty-Six's gaze was fixed on Lance: "So, guests from afar, do you have any fresh stories for me to hear?"

"If you can satisfy me, I'll give you something. Funny gadgets, not very valuable, but quite useful. ”

"If you don't ...... satisfy me" (To be continued......