Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1633 - 84: The Secret of the Covenant (2)
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A week later, Biao Xing underwent various medical tests and received an extremely detailed training plan, just the listed items alone conveyed a sense of luxury and expense.
"That's how research is, money flows like water. Fortunately, we don't lack money right now." The familiar researcher adjusted the glasses on his nose.
"I made a bet with the researcher next door that you could persist until the Third Stage and become the best ace pilot in the past decade."
"I'll try my best." Biao Xing shook his head, wondering if this seaweed-haired researcher found life too dull and always joked around.
"You must do your best; I've staked my reputation on you." The other person patted Biao Xing's thick shoulder muscles.
"I understand," Biao Xing nodded but soon thought of something.
"Does the official value this research project highly?"
"Oh, you're asking this?" The other raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise.
"Don't inquire too much. Being a clueless grunt is the safest." The seaweed-haired researcher gave a mysterious smile, silencing Biao Xing.
These guys are all geniuses with extraordinary IQs; it's better for me to focus on training.
However, since the seaweed head said so, it seems this mecha research project indeed involves some sensitive matters, like who urgently needs a new weapon, a mecha resistant to battleship cannon fire, a revolutionary weapon in warfare.
You know, currently, the Federation appears incredibly stable and prosperous on the surface, the Milky Way is unified, the Federal Center's power has long been centralized, yet who would desperately desire advancements in war technology?
The more he thought about it, the deeper Biao Xing felt these waters ran, which is beyond his interference, as the seaweed head reminded, remaining a clueless test pilot is the safest choice.
"Alright, I won't ask anymore." Biao Xing's voice was steady.
"A wise choice." The other snapped his fingers lightly.
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In February of the year 1301 of the Sixth Era, the Volcano Songstress Prin ordered the unsealing of the Holy Artifact 'Eternal Covenant of Loranhsia'.
Under the collaborative deduction of numerous masters and grandmasters from the Transcendent Factions, the sealed Holy White Stone carving finally began to break open, revealing its core part.
Like liquid yolk wrapped within an egg, at the center of the sealed white stone was the Holy Artifact resembling liquid starlight, with flickering dots of Silver Stars flowing and fading within.
If the 'Eternal Covenant of Loranhsia' was a textual record, then the flowing starlight might be individual characters, yet at one-third status, these starlights did not form words, remaining mysteriously complex.
Clearly, such an obscure Holy Artifact did not meet Prin's expectations, and subsequently, under her insistence, another Covenant seal stored in the depths of the Fortress Star capital was also opened.
The results presented were consistent, both exhibiting liquid-like starlight, flickering like silver sand.
"It seems if we don't gather all three Covenants, a single one has no effect," the experts reported to Prin.
"The last one is with the Mechanical Council, prepare the delegation to pressure them," Prin ordered with a frown.
"The Sigma Mechanical Council has no subordinate relationship with the Federation, hasty pressure might lead to conflict," an elderly official cautiously advised.
"Lead to conflict?" Prin raised her eyebrows, somewhat repulsed by this notion, as if the risk of conflict should halt efforts, and instead, resort to pleasing others to solve problems.
How could pleasing others obtain the desired results; if it could, it's likely something the other party doesn't want anyway.
"The Federation today is prepared for any challenge, including but not limited to total war." Prin's fingers drummed on the table, making the recording officials tremble with fear.
"Isn't this written language too aggressive…" Before the words finished, a sidelong glance from the Volcano Songstress caused the official's body to stiffen, his mind a blank from the intimidation.
"Do as I said."
"Yes, yes."
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Weeks later, after finishing reading the classics in the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral, Tilan bade farewell to the High Priest. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"Is Tilan leaving?" the elder asked, seated before the courtyard's fallen leaves.
"Yes." Tilan walked over, her steps rustling softly on the withered leaves piled in the yard.
Today, she wore white knee-high socks, their tight silky fabric outlining the perfect leg curves of a girl just between innocence and maturity.
"Will you stay in the Federation or go to the Sigma Mechanical Council?" High Priest Xion continued to inquire as Tilan already approached the back of his wheelchair.
Pushing the elder through the yard, Tilan occasionally glanced at the green and yellow leaves drifting overhead, answering softly.
"I will go to the Sigma Mechanical Council, there are many projects needing research and discussion there."
"Not staying in the Federation?" The elder's tone suggested slight regret.
"Hmm." If she stayed, Prin wouldn't sleep well; conflict between them would erupt eventually.
"Actually…" The High Priest wanted to say something but held back in the end.
"Go, just remember to come back whenever possible."
"I will." After all, she grew up in the Federation, it carries many of her memories and hopes, she wouldn't abandon it.
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Boarding the returning Starship, Tilan sat by the window seat, listening to the maid beside her report the latest news and affairs.
"So, Prin even wants to get hold of the Covenant from the Sigma Council, right?"
"Yes, Lady Tilan." The maid tucked the record board in front of her, bowing in response, the long ribbon bow at her waist lifting slightly.
