Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2504: Critical to Violet
Chapter 2504 Critical to Amethyst (27)
Palamedes almost called out Vivian's name, but he stopped immediately after saying the first syllable. Thinking about it, the woman in front of him could never be Vivian.
First of all, Vivienne doesn't smoke. She is a scholar and is often engaged in the research of various precision equipment. Cigarettes are in the air, and the particles scattered everywhere can destroy her research results. Therefore, Vivian hates cigarettes. She usually does not even Quasi Palamidis smoked in her institute.
Secondly, Vivian is not completely ignorant of the identity of Palamides. If this woman was really Vivian, she would have called Palamidis by her first name on such an occasion, and it would be impossible for her to be called "Mr. Silver Wing".
Again, this woman is a bit fatter than Vivienne, although not quite fat; she also looks a little older than Vivienne, maybe a decade or so; her hair is still medium brown Long hair, not Vivian's black flowing knee-length hair. ------ Although it is only for succubus, all these foreign trade changes are very simple to achieve.
It is almost certain that the woman in front of her is not Vivian, but Palamidis still thinks that this person looks too similar to Vivian. Seeing this appearance, it is impossible for Palamidis not to be surprised. Fortunately, he was covered from head to face by the hat and shawl of the Silver Wings suit, so the expression on his face would naturally not be seen by the other party.
The big cat then suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked calmly, "Are you the leader of the railway organization. What should you call it?"
"Call me Dethymona. Although this is just a code name for an agent." The railroad chief replied lightly, judging from her words and actions, she did not know Palamidis.
Are there two people who are so similar in this world? Could it be Mother Vivienne...or a relative? However, Palamidis had heard that Vivian's mother Iglin (also King Arthur's mother) had long since passed away, and the Desemona in front of him was absolutely impossible to be Iglin in the first place. Are there other relatives? There are only three people who are directly related to Vivian, one is Arthur, who is half-brother with Vivian, and the other two are sisters who share the same mother with Vivian. The second sister Morgoth and the third sister Morgan (both women are not good things!).
Palamidis had never heard of Vivien having any cousins or anything. She has been doing research in her own research institute alone, and she doesn't seem to have other relatives except her younger brother and two younger sisters.
But then again, how much does Palamidis know about the succubus and the succubus' family. He knew almost nothing and it was too early to make any judgments. Keep calm at this time, and let's see what the railway chief Desemona has to say.
"It was you who defeated the Academy Stalker." Dethymona said straight to the point: "You have done what our railroad organization has not been able to do for hundreds of years, or even dared to imagine. In this matter, first of all, please let me pay high tribute to you."
"No. I'm just picking up the leaks. Without the help of Dicken and Gloria, I don't think I could even go head-to-head with the stalkers." Palamidis replied.
"Although Digen's test work smoke bomb is also one of the main reasons, it is true that you defeated the stalker yourself, so don't be humble." Desemona continued: "So I have a proposal: to join The Railroad Organization, Mr. Silver Wings?"
Palramidis was stunned for a moment, not expecting the railroad chief to suddenly persuade him to join the organization. It also happened so quickly that he didn't know how to react for a while.
"Whether it's the stalker's chip or the components of those androids, they all have to rely on our railway's genius hackers to effectively analyze them, and finally get the coordinates of the academy's location." Dethymona added. : "But the railway is only an intelligence organization, and it does not have the strength to confront the college head-on. We are still very clear about this."
"So you want to make a deal." Palamidis hummed.
"Yes." Desemona replied straightforwardly: "Judging from the battle report, your combat power should be comparable to that of Glory, and the equipment on your body is also suitable for stealth combat. It is the invasion of the academy. We need you as much as you need us. Mutual benefit is the best option in this situation."
"Are there any conditions for joining the railway? For example...I need to tell you my true identity?" Palamidis pressed, he didn't want to reveal his true identity.
"Take it." Dethymona threw a medal to Palamidis: "This is a railway token with a highly anti-counterfeiting identification chip embedded in it. With it, you can enter freely. Railroad base, no longer blocked by guards."
"It's just that...?" Palamidis took a closer look at the medal, which was shaped like a lantern. It didn't look as high-tech as Dethymona said. It was just a piece of red copper. It's just a small colored metal medal. Maybe there really is a chip inside, it's just highly disguised as an ordinary medal.
"Ah yes, be careful to **** your hands." Desemona said suddenly.
It's too late. A small spike suddenly appeared from the small medal and stabbed Palamidis in the hand. The big cat is wearing the gloves of the silver-winged monster suit. It was originally supposed to be a kind of glove with bulletproof fiber embedded and strong knife-proof, but it was still penetrated by the spikes in the small medal and pierced into the parchment. In the palm of Ramidis.
"Um..." The big cat grunted.
"Blood sampling completed, identity proofreading completed." A mechanical voice came from the small medal.
"Even if the login is completed now, your genetic factor data has been recorded by the chip in the medal. This medal can only be used by you and cannot be transferred to others." Desemona said: "If someone else Steal the medal from your hand and plan to use it to pass the gate of the railway base, and the medal will explode on its own."
It turns out that it is thoughtful enough.
"Mr. Silver Wing, I don't care who you are or what you look like." Dethymona laughed, "Even the railway agents working here, their appearance is temporary. Many people choose to have plastic surgery once a month to completely change their appearance. Therefore, it cannot be used as a criterion for railway members. What we believe in is only the same physical data. Even if you always cover your face and don't use As long as you wear the same medal, you are our ally. So please protect this medal, it is the only pass for you to enter and exit the railway."
"When I came in just now, Di was doing voiceprint verification and retinal testing..." Palamidis asked suspiciously.
"He is a special member of the railway, don't worry about it." Desemona said: "Now, you must be tired too. You can just leave like this, and you can take a rest in the lounge of the railway base. Yes. The data analysis of the artificial human element and the stalker chip will not be completed in a short time, and we will contact you after our programmers complete the data analysis."
"Of course." Palamidis still remembers Di Geng's channel on his communicator, which means that if Di Geng wants to contact him, he can contact him unilaterally.
"One more thing." Palamidis added: "This time I was entrusted by the [Egyptian Liberation Movement Association] to collect artificial human components. Although I have decided to join the railway, I am Bian has not terminated the agreement with the rebels, so there is no reason to return empty-handed..."
"As for the artificial human element, when the programmer completes the data copy, it can be returned in full. There are six in total." Desemona said: "But I'm sorry, the stalker chip is a very sensitive and fragile item. , once you start to crack it, you can't interrupt it halfway. If you interrupt it, it will destroy everything. Until the cracking of the stalker chip is completed, that chip cannot be given to you."
"Yes, that's fair." Palamidis hummed. Originally, he was only entrusted to fetch artificial human components. The entrustment did not mention the stalker chip. He believed that Preston would not ask him for any stalker chip.
"We are working on cracking." The railway chief said again: "If you have nothing to do, you can visit him. Di will take you there to find him."
Are you. Probably also the code name of a railway detective. Palamides nodded, then left Desemona's box and went back to the hall. The railway detectives in the hall are still working hard, collecting and sorting out all kinds of information, only a bald man with sunglasses walks to Palamidis idly: "I heard you want to meet?"
"Yes. Please take me there," Palamedis replied lightly.
"Of course. This way, please." Di Geng waved his hand and walked towards the east wing of the hall: "Before seeing you, remember to hide all the weapons and threatening equipment in your hands. You should not have any on your body. Blood? If there is, I suggest you wipe the blood off now."
"Huh?"
"That guy is the one I mentioned before ~IndoMTL.com~ is very neurotic." Di Geng hummed: "Anything will scare him, please keep a low profile."
"Your railway organization really has no shortage of weirdos..." Palamides hummed.
"He's a weirdo, but he's good. Good enough for a railroad that desperately needs human resources," Dicken said, leading Palamides down a long, dark corridor. The further you go, the quieter it gets, and Palamidis can even see the sound-absorbing panels that are constantly being added to the wall, obviously designed to make the area around here quieter. Normal people shouldn't need such an office, that is to say, the front office was designed to look like this for a certain person. That guy really seems to be very neurotic, to the point where he can't bear the slightest noise.
", here we come." Di Geng pushed the door open. The doors that he pushed open were all asbestos panels that had been highly sound-insulated, and the door shafts were well maintained. The movement of pushing the door would not even cause fulcrum friction. the sound of.
"Tsk, you're bothering me again." A man sat in a five-yard-square office——. He heard the sound of Di Geng pushing the door in, then turned his wheelchair and looked over.