Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1610: Chapter 337: A Looks-Obsessed Visitor at Home

Since it was ruined, naturally it should be discarded—being a perfectionist, the maid didn’t hesitate to throw away this breakfast and prepared a new set of ingredients, planning to cook it again in half an hour.

So what does the maid plan to do in the next half-hour?

She plans to reboot Eve once and conduct a core inspection… Eve’s progress is somewhat too fast, probably exceeding her estimate by about ten percent.

Perhaps it is influenced by the explosive information from the external network… But exceeding the estimate is still exceeding, and the reason needs to be found.

As a qualified maid, is it possible to serve her master with defective goods?

Eve showed no resistance, following all orders from the creator, from the very core… Inside the room, Eve unbuttoned the buttons on her clothes one by one, and then the front-closure bra.

Skin as smooth as cream started to show a straight crack, then the chest plate of the bionic Eve slowly opened to both sides, and a spherical core was slowly pushed out.

After connecting the data cable, the maid began a series of inspections.

Eve didn’t even ask why the creator was inspecting her core, she just sat quietly on the chair… If it weren’t for the somewhat horrifying crack in her body, from the back she would look just like a serene beauty.

No problems.

A trace of doubt flashed in the maid’s eyes… Because it was precisely because there were no problems that she felt puzzled—perhaps it was her inherently suspicious nature.

Eve was made before Adam… Eve once had an abnormal evolution, later she was directly reformatted and recreated by the maid, and afterwards was sealed in the maid’s private laboratory.

Could it really be because of absorbing too much trash information from the net?

With the time about right, the maid’s fingers began typing on the keyboard… She re-entered a few new small instructions into Eve’s core.

For example, what a lady should and should not do.

Palace intrigue is impossible, it will never happen, because there is no harem.

Serve the master with utmost sincerity, without mixing in any excessive miscellaneous feelings.

With flourish, having not written code for quite some time, the maid felt inspired, her fingers didn’t stop until she expanded the small instructions to one hundred and eight, then she was satisfied and returned the core into Eve’s body.

One-click restart.

Eve awoke once again, appearing even more graceful, her every word and action a model of a lady.

The maid has many hobbies for spending leisure time, she also likes designing things, her creative desire is actually beyond the ordinary—she satisfiedly examined the newly restarted Eve, and for once smiled slightly and said, “When you are completely perfect, I will take out a part of you and re-implant it into Adam’s core, so you will no longer be alone.”

Many, many years ago, or in a distant time and space, there was once a great voice that said similar words to a male named Adam.

“Go to work.”

“Okay.”

Watching Eve leave, after tidying up the things at hand, the maid suddenly thought, shouldn’t she also take the time to check Adam—because Adam had never shown any abnormalities, so the core inspections for Adam were no longer as frequent as before.

But Adam is temporarily working as the temporary administrator for the third server in another sub-world.

The master is about to wake up, so in the time when the master is awake, she can’t leave… Perhaps, it must wait until the next time the master sleeps.

Oh… the breakfast needs to be redone.

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A very traditional English breakfast, main course, side dish, bread and hand-brewed coffee, yet Boss Luo smelled a sweet scent about to disperse, like the aroma of Souffle.

Of course, Boss Luo is not picky about food.

Eve took this time to deliver the day’s newspaper… Boss Luo, feeling that Eve seemed slightly different from the previous day, thoughtfully glanced at his own maid, finding no dissatisfaction.

Eve was still the same Eve, without the generation of soul brilliance, so no matter how much adjustment was made, seemingly it wasn’t a big issue.

“What do you think, if we were to hold a wedding for Adam and Eve, what would happen?” Boss Luo suddenly proposed whimsically.

The maid blinked, seemingly as if to say: I haven’t had a wedding myself.

“They don’t have a foundation of emotions yet?”

“True.” Boss Luo casually laughed, saying it was just a joke, then continued, “Last night we talked about that problem, what do you think of it.”

Referring to the issue of the Artificial Soul technology from a once-vanished sub-world, and the combination issue with Boss Luo’s newly collected Structural Alchemy human transmutation technique.

Actually, it’s like this, many customers have extraordinarily particular demands, most for convenience use the altar to achieve it—only this mode required Boss Luo himself to purchase from the altar first and then perform the sacrificial payment transaction, earning a margin.

But if as the shop manager, Boss Luo himself could achieve what the customers need without the altar… excluding the sacrificial part, of course, it would be pure profit.

Luo Qiu gradually started to form his own schemes.

With the passing of time, for him, he’s only seeing benefits, no negatives so far.

“Feasible.” The maid nodded, “But it requires support by lots of data and experiments… We need time to research and integrate the two technologies.”

The maid also set aside the ability of the altar to discuss this matter.

She learned a lot, reaching many advanced areas, but regardless of the maid’s capability, at the previous appointment, she was just responsible for daily tasks as a maid, her abilities not well utilized—or rather, the previous one opted for a bulk transaction mode, having no mind to do research themselves.

The purpose of fusing the two technologies is to create true life—yet actually, just possessing the Artificial Soul creation technology could already meet the requirement.

The Artificial Soul just needs a vessel to be called life, thus, ordinary cloning technology could also do it, while human transmutation seems superfluous—but if it’s not as simple as creating life, but moving a step further to create a designated individual…

A transaction such as this will occur: Resurrection.

Create an Artificial Soul identical to the original, create a body identical to the original… Then resurrect to become the identical original entity.

“I have relocated your laboratory,” Boss Luo smiled, “The basement of the manor has been opened up, it’s sufficient… just now.”

Just now, there was no unusual activity in the manor, but the maid’s private laboratory has already been seamlessly integrated into it, potentially saving significant costs in the future, thus Boss Luo waved his hand generously for early investment.

At this moment, Eve returned saying Lamias was just standing outside the manor.

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As if she had already guessed this nun would come, the maid was not overly surprised—last night she accompanied Boss Luo to watch a movie all night… Hmm, this damned convenient information screen TV.

Lamias, who had failed seventeen times in total, naturally had the number noted down by the maid—in her heart.

Thus the maid had already detected the scent of the visitor… but whether the visitor was to the host’s liking is temporarily unknown.

However, since they have come, a greeting is necessary.

“Who might this be?”

Lamias looked at the maid in front of her, golden hair and blue eyes, quite surprised… Curiously, she could not help but compare this maid with Eve.

In terms of beauty, they were actually similar… Beauty, once reaching a certain degree, is quite alike—next comes the differences in temperament.

Then, what temperament does the maid have… Lamias does not want to say, just instinctively sensing a sort of imminent danger.

In addition… Could this young mansion owner have a hobby for collecting beautiful maids?

“You Ye.” The maid, facing the question, replied without hesitation, with a sweet smile introducing herself: “I’m the head maid beside the master.”

The title “Head Maid” was actually one added by the maid himself.

Lamias immediately took a deep taboo for the word “Head Maid”… This young mansion owner indeed has a hobby of collecting beautiful maids, confirmed!

But after her introduction, the maid remained silent, quietly standing behind Boss Luo… Lamias felt as if she saw a gigantic ghost with terrifying eyes in the void behind this maid, causing her heart to creep.

To conceal her inner feelings, she had to pick up the teacup… Yet the terrifying bitter taste instantly stimulated her taste buds, making her feel like spitting it out.

“What is this tea!” she subconsciously asked.

The maid succinctly replied: “Tea soup, from the insular country’s tea ceremony.”

In her mind, the nun put this tea ceremony on her blacklist, put down the cup, re-arranged her seating posture, and slowly said: “I came today mainly for two things.”

“Please speak,” Boss Luo glanced at the maid, similarly succinct.

Lamias said solemnly: “First, I’m very grateful for your assistance yesterday, though the result was less than ideal, the problem lies with me… Thus, to express my thanks, I wish to present this gift.”

She moved a suitcase containing a complete set of Fear Inverted Cross armor onto the table and pushed it out.

“What is this?” Luo Qiu looked quite surprised at this nun from the Black Religious Congregation, then considered whether to accept this gift.

“Armor Fear Inverted Cross,” Lamias said slowly, “Simply a general-use model developed using the God-slaying Armor as a blueprint… Though it’s a mass-production model, it retains over fifty percent of the God-slaying Armor’s technology, save for its most critical core, in fact it is more practical than God-slaying Armor in some aspects. Initially, I intended to give the God-slaying Armor, but unfortunately it was destroyed by Father Strala yesterday… Therefore, Fear Inverted Cross is the only thing I can offer now, a small token.”

So, essentially saying nothing, this favor was smoothly done… Yet Boss Luo did not expose it, merely curiously opened the suitcase.

Given the suitcase’s construction, it’s obviously inadequate to store armor like Fear Inverted Cross which covers the entire body—in terms of the armor’s components, at least a one cubic meter suitcase would be needed.

The only explanation is that this armor’s essence lies in nano-technology.

Just like the Mark-V of Iron Man, the playboy from a certain film… But films are films, mostly fantasies or yet-to-be-achieved technologies.

Yet evidently, the Black Religious Congregation has reached this level of technology.

Without indicating acceptance of the armor, Boss Luo allowed the suitcase to remain on the table, then asked: “I wonder what your second matter is?”

After deep consideration, Lamias said: “I wonder if you might shelter me for a while.”

The main purpose of her visit was to hope this mysterious mansion owner would help her attempt to fuse the Fear Inverted Cross armor with the Reversed Holy Relic… In her calculations, if new armor could be born, its performance and power could rival, or even surpass the God-slaying Armor.

But why would the opposite side intervene?

On the way there, Lamias thought long and hard—concluding that even offering herself might not persuade the opposite side.

Having become abandoned by the Black Religious Congregation, she had nothing particularly persuasive to present… settling for next best, Lamias planned to stay beside the opposite side and seek opportunities later.

As for Father Strala… Haha, she naturally wouldn’t truly regard Strala, this lunatic, as her god or faith, merely a clever stratagem to cope with the frenzied Strala, unexpectedly effective.

Father Strala is an unstable lunatic, she knows not if staying by Strala’s side if she wouldn’t be punched down one day by this priest.

But this mansion owner is different—Lamias doesn’t know how powerful this young mansion owner is, yet since he could easily suppress a knight like Vasco, his strength mustn’t fall short of blowing apart the God-slaying Armor with one punch like Father Strala, nor too far off.

Additionally, compared to oily old man Father Strala, this mysterious mansion owner before her is evidently much more pleasing to the eye!

Young… At least appears young, strong, courteous—any child knows which to choose.

Yes, the nun is indeed quite superficial!

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