A minute later, Pittman, who felt that he couldn't bear to see, patted Byron's arm: "Just cry for a while, we still have to work."

"When did I cry?" Byron stared at the little old man in front of him, "I was just excited for a moment and couldn't control myself and felt a little emotional!"

"Okay, just pretend I didn't see it," Pitman mumbled, handing Byron a handkerchief, "Wipe it quickly, don't go out for your soldiers to see it."

"You haven't raised a child, you don't understand..."

Pitman rolled his eyes: "Who hasn't raised it? Didn't I raise Amber? She didn't learn to speak until she was nearly ten years old, and I didn't have the same reaction as you did at that time."

If you are eloquent in your daily life, Byron believes that he is not inferior to anyone. Even if Pittman is famous for his tough face, he is confident that he can talk about the old man as autistic. But at this moment, he obviously does not feel like he is quarreling with others. The gray-haired knight just opened his red eyes and looked at the pea that was smiling at him. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled layer by layer: "What a good...it's so good...Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"At the beginning... it was a little... a little... stingy..." Pea said with some effort, but soon her voice became smoother. Although it was just a sound synthesized with a sound device, there seemed to be more and more agile emotions inside, "Now... it's much better..."

"That's good, that's good," Byron said repeatedly, and then let Pea turn around and look at the metal nerve cord that was quietly fitting against the back of the adopted girl's neck. "Will this sink? Will it feel uncomfortable after wearing it for a long time?"

"Of course there are some weights," Pittman said. "After all, weight loss runes require additional energy supply, and integrating neural cords and brain wave interaction mechanisms into such a small device is difficult, and there is no extra space to allocate to weight loss runes - this defect will be gradually improved in subsequent models."

"I think... it's okay," Peabi said, even though she could make a sound, the habit she developed over the years still subconsciously gestured with her hands while talking, "It's not very heavy, it's not tired."

"Of course, although there is no way to put weight loss runes, we used lighter materials as much as possible, and the overall weight is acceptable," Pittman pinched a few strands of beard on his chin, with a proud smile on his face. "After all, this thing needs to be extended to ordinary people, and comfort and ease of use is a very important standard."

With a bright smile on Byron's face, he couldn't help but rub his hands and said, "Today is a memorable day... I'll have a few drinks to celebrate when I go back..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pea next to him couldn't help frowning, and a complaining voice came from the vocalizer of the nerves: "Dad, you usually drink too much! I have said that you have asked you to quit drinking, why don't you listen..."

Byron's face suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was about to speak, but Pea obviously hadn't finished speaking afterwards:

"And you said it was your first time to quit drinking, but you patted your chest and said you would definitely quit within a month. Now two years have passed, and you haven't quit at all...

"You are no longer young, do you know that your white hair is more white than your black hair! The newspapers talk about the disadvantages of excessive drinking. Don't you always say that Mr. Goldwin is a knowledgeable person. He makes sense. Why don't you listen..."

Byron looked embarrassed. As soon as he spoke the word "me", he heard another string of peas crackling:

"And recently you have always gone to bed without taking a shower, so you ask me to urge you to go. You don't take care of your beard and I have to help you sort out your clothes when you go out every day. I really don't know how you live outside when you go out. Didn't you say that the army is disciplined?

"Didn't Philip came back two days ago, and you took him to drink. You also said you would introduce Uncle Philip to a few young girls - I and several classmates were there at the time! Dad, you didn't pay any attention to the influence. The last time Ms. Kelly came home, you came out in your pajamas, which scared Ms. Kelly, she is my teacher...

"The last time, you finally took a vacation once, but you insisted on..."

"Stop and stop...stop!" Byron finally took the opportunity and shouted loudly. After finally interrupting Pea's mumbling, he looked at Pitman in a confused look, "What's going on... Can this nerve thorn still affect Pea's personality?!"

Pea stared at Byron and Pittman with her eyes, her face full of expressions of "I have something to say, now I'm reluctant to hear you say it." Pittman looked at Byron with a strange expression and said hesitantly: "I think... this is not affecting her personality, but she already has so many things to say..."

"That's right," Pea said before Byron could start speaking. Obviously, she adapted to nerve thorns very quickly, and now she spoke extremely smoothly with it. "I have a lot to say! I just can't say it normally, I write slowly, I can't say it clearly with gestures, and you don't pay attention to it at all, dad..."

Then there was a bunch of crackling sounds, and this time Byron simply lost the chance to interrupt.

Pitman looked at Byron with a sympathetic and helpless expression, and the expressions of the assistants and researchers around him were also wonderful. Almost everyone here knew Pea, and knew this child with a miserable and hardworking and sensible background. The pea in their impression was always quiet and well-behaved, and he never caused trouble when cooperating with the experiment in the institute. But obviously, the nerve thorns successfully made everyone realize the other side of Pea.

She doesn't speak normally, but she doesn't say much in her stomach.

After being slapped by peas, Byron's face became particularly wonderful. He looked around with laughter and cry, and found that he was basically full of sight of the fun. Everyone had a smile on his face that was not malicious but made him feel particularly embarrassed. Pitman also asked him with a smile: "Do you regret it?"

Byron opened his mouth and glanced at Pea, who was standing next to him and seemed particularly happy because he said the words accumulated in his heart. The awkward expression on his face finally turned into a smile.

"Remember xx," he said with a smile, "I think this is good."

Pea immediately widened her eyes and looked over: "Dad, you just said swearing! Uncle Philip has said many times that you should pay attention to your behavior, even if you don't consider your identity, you should pay attention to your impact on me... Fortunately, I was not affected by you, otherwise..."

Byron: “…”

After the new round of bombing finally ended, Byron looked at Pitman a little dizzy: "Then... can we leave now, right?"

"Okay, there are no more test items today," Pitman said with a smile. "The practical situation of nerve thorns must be confirmed during the subsequent use. In the next half month, we should pay attention to the adaptability of peas to nerve thorns, pay attention to whether there is any allergic reaction in the skin near the contacts of the skull base. In addition, we should take the nerve thorns over to check for us every ten days to confirm the activity changes of artificial nerve cords. There is nothing to pay attention to. Peas can wear it frequently to feel whether there are any inconveniences in daily life."

Byron and Pea listened carefully and wrote down Pitman's orders in their hearts. After a few seconds of silence, Byron suddenly said, "...I'm going to set out to the north. The official order has been brought down and I'm going to set out in three days."

The winter is about to end, and the task of developing the northern coast and preparing for the establishment of the Imperial Navy will begin in spring. Byron had already known about this before this. Recently, the order issued by the head of state himself was finally delivered to him.

This is not a confidential task. Even news such as building Beigang and North Development appeared in newspapers and radio programs a few days ago. Pea had known about this for a long time. She pursed her lips and looked up at Byron, but only a low cushioning tremor came from the speaker.

"The pea is big, you can take good care of yourself," Pittman looked at the special father and daughter, as if he suddenly saw a few years ago when he saw Cecil City was just a "Cecil Development Camp" and saw the middle-aged knight who suddenly had an adopted daughter and was busy. Seeing the silent and obedient little girl and nervous about the surrounding environment, years flashed by before his eyes. The old druid, who was also a lot of life experience, shook his head with a smile, "We will take care of her."

"Then thank you in advance," Byron said, then suddenly exhaled and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "Why am I suddenly sentimental? I don't feel so much emotion when I go out..."

"Today is the first time my daughter calls her father, and every father will do this," Pittman looked at Byron with the expression of a person who has been here, "Don't worry, one day she starts to bother you, think you don't take a shower, think your clothes are sloppy, think you can't keep up with the rhythm of young people, and you will only criticize your faults all day, and you won't have so many feelings at that time..."

Byron thought about it and glanced at Pea awkwardly: "But I think she dislikes me now."

Pittman: “…”

"And you said so carefully, is it because you are very experienced?"

Pitman: "...If you have nothing to do, leave quickly. Don't bother me, the old man, doing the experiment!"

Soon, Byron left with Pea, leaving only Pitman and the technicians he led in the laboratory.

Assistants began to sort out the equipment they had just used and sort out the detailed process of peas using nerve thorns into the information they would use later. Pittman shook his head and walked to a cabinet with a crystal glass partition beside him.

In the cabinet, several other spare nerve thorn devices were quietly placed on the bracket, and the cold metal reflection was shining under the lights in the cabinet.

A slight sound of sliding the gate came from not far away, and Carmire, who was covered in blue and charming razor, floated into the room.

"I just saw Byron and Peas in the corridor," Carmire said as he floated to Pitman, "Pea wears nerve thorns - it seems that it is working properly?"

"Very smooth," Pittman laughed, "and you missed the very wonderful part."

"For me, the success of this project is already wonderful enough," Carmier said buzzingly, while also looking at the cabinet beside Pittman, looking at the several nerve thorn devices. "Is there three sets of finished products left... it should be possible to move to the next step."

"Do you combine the nerve thorns and the ii magic terminal to create a magic warlock who can cast spells..." Pittman's expression became rare and serious, as if he was talking to himself, "At this point, the boundary between the extraordinary and the ordinary person has almost disappeared..."

"Ordinary people will not only release specific spells by pressing the buttons of the machine, but will also sense magic like a real mage, and be able to use their own thoughts and spirit to guide extraordinary power. This will be an essential breakthrough and something we have always wanted to achieve..." Kamier's tone was not without emotion, "At that time, 'superior' may no longer be called 'superior'. It will truly become a force that every mortal is qualified to touch."

"The Death of Everything and the Eternal Sleeper have completed its pre-technology for seven hundred years - although this is not their original purpose, we can thank them at this time," Pittman squeezed his eyes. "Brain-computer connection is the most difficult part of ordinary people to sense magic and control spells. The nerve thorn has solved this problem, and the next work will be much simpler."
Chapter completed!