Just as Lance finished installing the power chip, the T-101 suddenly shook, and two dark green fluorescence shot out from the simulated eyes, then flashed for a while, and finally became a little darker, but it continued to light up.

"T-101 is here for you. Please issue an order."

The construct moved his muscles and bones, suddenly turned his head and said respectfully to Lance.

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

"Verification permission is passed, please name it." The construct responded mechanically.

"T-101 is too troublesome, so it's called [Pudding]."

"The naming is successful. Pudding serves you, please issue an order." The construct quickly executed Lance's order.

Lance thought it was fun and asked, "Can you fly?"

Pudding didn't say a word, and the pair of wings behind him suddenly flapped up quickly. He suddenly rose from the ground, rushed up, and then landed down, standing in the same position as Reims' eyes.

"Flight mode is on. Energy consumption is tripled."

The mechanical sound came out again.

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

"Because Pudding is a common model, it is equipped with the lowest-quality small power chip. If it is a regular household mode, it can last for two years without replacing a new power chip. The flight mode and reconnaissance mode will consume more energy." Pudding replied.

"Is there any difference between power chips good or bad?" Lanceqi said.

"Of course there is. According to the rules of the Tower of Steel, Lord William divided the power chips into four levels. Generally, ordinary components are equipped with secondary power chips, which is me. Elite-level components are equipped with excellent power chips, which have increased the battery life by more than ten times. Perfect components are equipped with super power chips, which can last for hundreds of years under normal scale; the fourth-class chip is endless power chips. This kind of chip is still being developed, and when Lord William left, he did not develop such chips."

Pudding faithfully told Reims everything he knew.

Lance nodded thoughtfully. In his amber ring, there was a power chip grabbed from Child, the flame man, which seemed to be of excellent level.

From Pudding, Lance corrected a misunderstanding of his understanding: that is, he had always thought that since the country of construction can exist for a long time and the components inside will continue to flourish, it means that even if the power chips in these components cannot be used permanently, they can still support hundreds or thousands of years.

And at present, this idea is wrong.

"No wonder every time after a while, the so-called headquarters will send some building boxes. The black elves guessed that some of these boxes are indeed equipment and weapons, but I'm afraid the others are the most important! That is the power chip on which the construct depends for survival!"

"This is the fundamental reason why they fight each other!"

Unlike the one that can be used almost permanently after the magic chip is manufactured, the service life of the power chip is limited.

From this perspective, the dynamic problem is the fundamental reason why the structural science has not spread significantly.

Because it's too expensive.

To become a qualified builder, you need a lot of resources to pile up; the materials used to make power chips alone are enough to pile up three pharmacists of the same level.

Therefore, every construction master is a wealthy country. A basic construction master like Master William, without the backing of terrifying wealth, would never be able to create such a huge construction country.

Magic chips, power chips, steel, rune scrolls... These are just raw materials.

In the process of making the construct, a lot of energy, manpower and material resources are also required: witchcraft, enchantment, metal smelting, shaping, etc. - Constructing is a discipline that contains too many details, and an ordinary wizard can only do some of it at most.

"As a matter of fact, the more powerful a profession, the more resources and wealth you need."

Lance looked at the pudding flying up and down in the air and sighed in his heart.

After a little cleanup, he put away the pudding and editor and quickly left the room.

Unlike the first floor, the second floor space is a not very wide hall.

The hall floor is actually rare wooden and is arranged into a living room with a retro feel.

A coffee table, several expensive sofas, and a lotus chandeliers. What’s even more bizarre is that there are rows of mahogany bookshelves on the side.

Before Lance got closer, a burst of books came.

"How many books are hidden in this place!"

Lance looked at the books on the bookshelf and was immediately shocked.

Is this the private library of Master William himself?

When Lance thought of this, he became a little hot: if he could find some materials on construction studies in it... he didn't even need materials on construction studies, but books on witchcraft, and he would make a lot of money!

In any case, Master William himself is also a legendary wizard. He may not be as good as the two wizard kings of Ancient Wanlun, but he will definitely not be worse than those of Singhler.

"It's so strange. The second layer mentioned in Grandpa Sort's notebook is obviously a different situation. Did something happen?"

While wondering the scene in front of him was inconsistent with what was said in the notebook, Lance slowly stepped into the bookshelf.

A beautifully packaged book appeared in his eyes.

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

"The Collection of Poems of Sorodoke", "The Story of Amber", "Miss Lisa's Love", "Miss 2: Betrayal"...

"What kind of books are these~!?"

Lance scratched his head and said to himself, "It's probably because he's gone to the wrong area."

However, there is no book type marked on the bookshelf here, so Lance had to change it randomly.

The result still surprised him:

"Nine Differences between Men and Women", "Scarecrow by the River", "Trace of the Frog", "Tarot Cards and Divination"...

Lance was a little stunned.

Why are they all such inexplicable books? They look completely secular books? How could they appear in Master William's Tower of Steel?

After looking at the entire row of bookshelf, the tarot card and divination seem to have something to do with witchcraft.

But in fact, when Lance unwillingly pulled the book off the bookshelf and flipped through it a little, he was shocked to find that the things in this book were completely a piece of shit!

It's a mess!

"This kind of thing is for those grudges who have nothing to do, right?"

Lance traveled through rows of bookshelf, frantically trying to find a reliable book.

But later on, he was still desperate.

Because none of the books here are serious at all!

All are nonsense, or pure story books, or eye-catching vulgar readings - in short, there is no book that has anything to do with witchcraft.

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

It turned out to be a happy moment.

...

"Sir, please don't move the order of these books. It took me a long time to sort them out."

A pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind Lance.

Lance was slightly stunned and saw a man in pajamas standing behind him.

He walked over quickly, took the book in Lance's hand naturally, glanced slightly, revealing a look of surprise: "Ahh? So you like this book too? Always die, I am a loyal reader of this author, I love every book she wrote. The content is so wonderful! Have you noticed the sick cat strangled by the crazy hostess? I love it very much, and the plot design is really unacceptable, but I am a fan of her after all, so I was sad for a while and still accepted such an ending... After all, this is fate, isn't it?"

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

The book he was holding was called "Crazy Family 1", which looked like it was a serialized series.

"Who are you?" Lance asked cautiously.

He asked knowingly. Because as soon as the moment the man appeared, he stared at death.

Sure enough, he has no soul fog. This guy is a construct.

But what puzzled and shocked Lance was that he could still see some clues from his appearance when facing elite structures like Child or Alton.

Only the man in front of him is perfect outside, and there is no feeling of composition at all!

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

Such a structure...is probably beyond the elite level.

The man slapped his head and said suddenly: "Forgot to introduce himself, I am Mark Thirty-six. As you can see, I am actually a construct."

"But I have always liked human stories. I like all kinds of novels, poems, and prose. I have read all the books here, but I still read them for the second time. I love these stories so sometimes I can't help myself."

"Let's go, guests, let's go over there and have a chat."

Under the leadership of Mark Thirty-six, the two walked out of the bookshelf group and came to the living room.

"Please sit down." Mark Thirty-six seemed extremely polite.

Lance nodded slightly and sat on the sofa.

"I've told you just now, and I've seen all the stories here. So sometimes, I'll look forward to some new stories." Mark Thirty-six stared at Lance: "So, guests from afar, do you have new stories for me to hear?"

"If I can satisfy me, I will give you something. Interesting gadgets are not very valuable, but very useful."
Chapter completed!