After instructing Shawa and Type-Zero, Wei'en slowly walked out of their workshop with a smile.
CLICK.
The moment the door closed, the smile on his face froze. "Aren't Mechanical Life forms supposed to be capable of learning?" he said stiffly.
'With a talent like that—so hopelessly dense—you call that being able to learn?'
'If Type-Zero didn't look so dead serious, I would have already given him a taste of the ruler and the rod.'
'And Shawa... she's a problem zombie in her own right. When she was making those parts, her movements were so rigid that almost none of them met the required parameters.'
"Sigh..."
Wei'en looked at the empty theater and sighed deeply.
'It felt like his plan to get free labor from the Mechanical Puppets and the undead was about to go belly-up.'
At this thought, Wei'en decided to go out for some fresh air and check on the *Ronan*. Since Clelia hadn't come looking for him, he figured nothing major could have happened on the ship.
"Red Heart."
