"The memory decoding has just been completely finished. We confirm it’s the target."
After notifying Prince Andre across from her, a woman who resembled Feiliya but looked much more mature took a sip of coffee and then praised with a smile:
"Dear Andre, can you tell your auntie how you thought the target might contact the scholar in Zone 1?"
"That’s not important."
After glancing at her face, Prince Andre frowned and said:
"Hurry up with your work. It’s been almost ten hours since they contacted the target. They should have returned to Administrative Zone 3 by now. What you need to do is capture them and bring Feiliya back to me, not leisurely drink coffee here!"
Atifei-00 shook her head and said helplessly:
"I haven’t had coffee in nearly thirty years. Could you let your auntie rest a bit?
Moreover, this flesh creation technology is quite good. When I modified my soul back then, I thought I would stay in cold machines for the rest of my life. I didn’t expect to have a body again one day.
Hmm... It’s just a pity that this body’s tongue isn’t great; it’s too sensitive to bitterness and sweetness, not as accustomed to coffee as my original one. But considering this body was modified from Feiliya’s spare body, a child’s tongue being a bit sensitive isn’t much of a problem."
"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"
Prince Andre said impatiently:
"Get to work! I’m not interested in chatting with you!"
"I’m working, I’m working."
After pouting slightly, Atifei-00 put down the coffee cup, crossed her arms with dissatisfaction and said:
"Andre, aren’t you being a bit disrespectful to me?
Although you’re holding the Scepter of Time Division, and I can’t disobey your orders, as the developer of soul encoding, I still have the ability to exploit some rules and cause you trouble.
If you keep treating me , and I accidentally make a noise during the capture operation, letting the person who took your sister run away, don’t blame your auntie for being negligent, okay~"
This damn troublesome woman! She’s even more annoying than when she was alive!
Faced with the threat from Atifei-00, knowing she has the ability, Prince Andre just clicked his tongue, replied impatiently:
"Fine, I’ll pay attention in the future."
"Don’t say ’in the future,’ make it right now."
Having gained the upper hand in the aunt-nephew battle for the first time, Atifei-00 seemed in a great mood, put down her coffee cup, and said with a smile:
"Come, chat with your auntie first, tell me how you guessed the target would contact the scholar in Zone 1?"
"You better not overdo it!"
"Rest assured, rest assured, your auntie is indeed working."
Raising her hand to tap her forehead with a fingertip, Atifei-00 smiled and said:
"The moment I received the news, I mobilized the army using an info chip to surround the embassy in Administrative Zone 3; there should already be a search underway.
Besides, I also increased the adrenaline sprays in Zone 3, activated the force field stones to disperse the abnormal object’s power, redirected the ruler sensing special human magnetic fields, and analysis instruments for abnormal object fluctuations, all to ensure your mission proceeds smoothly.
Hmm... But that’s on the condition you behave and chat a bit with your poor auntie, who was confined for years by you; otherwise, who knows what the outcome may be~"
Damn it! Once Feiliya is found, I’ll lock you back up! This time, until I die!
Annoyed by Atifei-00 yet not wanting her to act rashly, Andre could only frown and explain:
"I contacted Leon who kidnapped Feiliya, and to me, he’s someone with strong purposes, usually wouldn’t do meaningless things.
With no connection to Scorpio’s branch chief, if he didn’t quickly escape or hide, but immediately attacked Administrative Zone 3 and kidnapped the foreign minister, it proves there must be something he wants in Zone 3, and that whatever it is could solve his problems.
So I checked the foreign minister’s reception record, found that during his meeting, he particularly inquired about long-distance communication technology and showed great interest in the scholar who invented it.
Connecting these dots, I judged he might have targeted a scholar, intending to use that scholar to enter Zone 1 and find the main body of Atifei-01, thereby dismantling my control over the Kingdom."
Atifei-00 nodded, then blinked and said:
"Because the palace was sealed off by you, he couldn’t find it short-term, so you judged his target could only be the research Zone 1. Thus you ordered me to halt the investigation and use soul encoding technology to rewrite scholars who might contact him, ensuring his whereabouts, correct?
Tch, your child may not be brainy enough to be Atifie’s core, but your brain is quite useful and you have a good eye for people, not bad."
Receiving Atifei-00’s praise, Prince Andre’s face showed no hint of joy, but instead appeared increasingly impatient, cold-faced he said:
"If you’re satisfied, then work properly, and tell me the progress in Zone 3. Has the target’s location been found?"
Atifei-00 sighed and then shrugged with a helpless expression:
"The instruments I sent have scanned the entire embassy area three times but failed to find anyone resembling the target. You seem to be chasing empty air~"
Looks like going to Research Zone 1 is truly out of the question.
Standing on the rooftop of a high building, gazing at the tightly surrounded embassy, Leon couldn’t help sighing, relieved for his foresight.
Behind him, Alger, observing soldiers holding various strange instruments rapidly breaking and searching everywhere, nervously said:
"To mobilize so many people and things, it must take seven or eight hours at least, right? Did Mr. Bell get exposed so quickly?"
Leon shook his head and said:
"Doesn’t feel like exposure, rather more like a trap set for us."
Alger hesitantly said:
"But Mr. Bell was quite normal, and didn’t you say his soul showed no signs of lying?"
"He really didn’t lie, but that doesn’t prove his soul isn’t flawed."
Leon sighed and said:
"Mr. Bell’s soul is somewhat similar to Feiliya’s, carrying a peculiar precision. It’s just that in his soul, this feeling is faint, less than one percent of Feiliya’s, so I didn’t notice at first.
But out of curiosity, I asked more about thirty years ago, and he seemed not clear on what expression to show when recounting such ’crazy’ behavior, his soul slightly ’stuttered,’ otherwise, I might have been deceived too."