The old curator was elderly and spoke slowly, but once he began, all attention was focused on him.
As the most significant exhibit of the afternoon, the display stage was unlike any other. There were steps leading up to the platform, with a spacious area, allowing the crowd to gather around and for cameras to capture the scene, providing a wide view.
Even from other exhibits, as long as one had good eyesight, they could see the display clearly.
Nora Scott was sitting on a small stool, eating ice cream.
"Grandma." Shaw squatted beside Nora, "The toasting and assassination acts were so vivid, like they were alive. It's quite impressive. Didn't you say that besides your master, no one has a deeper mastery of Mechanical Techniques than you?"
"Yes."
Nora was not at all modest.
"Did your master make it?" Shaw asked curiously.
"No."
"..."
Shaw was puzzled.
Just then—
The old curator began activating the small mechanisms on the Mechanical Puppet.
