Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 218 - 205: Orders

Mr. Crimson’s class ended, and a bunch of stark white humanoid forms fell from the Blood Nest Great Tree.

Nobody wanted to endure this torture, akin to a public execution. The four members of the Necromancer Figure Club immediately burrowed into the flesh of the Spine Wheel and took off with a roar and a distant trench. The rest of the helpless students watched their retreating shadows, feeling the cold wind in Andrey’s dark night.

Lyle stayed at Naslan Castle for several days, occasionally checking on Ralph. Each visit, the cheap uncle wore a look of disgust, which turned to kindness at the sight of Nia. Lyle walked with Alianna by the lake, tuning her flesh. Outside of this, he often went to the Blood Nest Great Tree. Being recognized as a member of the Hive, Lyle had the right to use his own room. He studied the knowledge of the flesh factions diligently under Nola’s guidance, as it was closely related to his own life. He had to make sure he passed the next test, and thanks to fear, Lyle’s second lock ability had grown significantly stronger.

A few days later, Lyle didn’t wait for a new course to start, but he did wait for the Necromancer Figure Club Room to be ready.

The four drove the Spine Wheel wantonly on the grass in Andrey, increasing the workload of the gardeners. It was uncertain whether Andrey had gardeners, but the areas flattened by the Spine Wheel always returned to their original state by the next day, as if time had flowed backward.

"Our club room! Our future!"

In the empty room, the four clinked their magic wands together to celebrate.

Only then did Lyle realize that Shiny was actually the best at decorating among them. After he took down the decorative scales he had hung on the walls, the other three were very satisfied with the room’s layout.

"The first club activity is, of course, the modification and sales issue of the Spine Wheel."

"I’ve contacted the Black Abyssal Demons, and like the Executive Committee of the City of Wandering, Andrey has imposed a speed limit. If the Spine Wheel isn’t equipped with a speed limiter, I’m afraid our sales will have to go through illegal channels."

"I already have an idea for the improvements to the Spine Wheel," Lyle took the lead. "With the reward from the Blood Nest Great Tree, I can now implant muscle memory into the flesh of the Spine Wheel, allowing the flesh that exceeds the speed limit to completely necrotize."

"Is necrosis really a good thing? The value of necrotized flesh for recycling is much lower. Boss, can’t you design a speed limiter that ejects the driver when it goes over the speed limit?"

"I could, but have you considered what would happen to the driver if ejected at high speeds? You really came up with that, like an astronaut being air-dropped after a manned rocket fires its second stage."

"But the Spine Wheel is fine, right? As long as the Spine Wheel is okay, scientists must be prepared for sacrifice..."

"The safety of the passengers will affect sales."

"Fine, we’ll go with necrosis then." Shiny pulled out a rough parchment with a pentagram drawn on it and ran a finger over it. "The first batch of orders, twenty units. What’s our production capacity like now? Our speeds must vary, right?"

"About a day," Flexibility raised a hand.

"A day and a night. Without extra modifications," Flexibility estimated roughly.

"About a day and a half for me," Shiny looked at their club president. "What about you, Boss?"

Lyle tapped the tip of his bird beak mask, "If there’s enough material, thirty minutes tops." With Nia handling the details of the flesh, and the skills of Advanced Remodeling, his creation speed had entered a superhuman phase. Moreover, his understanding of flesh had deepened by a considerable amount recently, so actually, he was being modest.

"..." The three fell silent looking at Lyle.

"Is this the gap?" Shiny casually remarked.

"Then I’ll handle the creation and modification. Do you guys want to come and have a look? I can talk about some details that might be helpful to you."

"I plan to handle the sales and client communication, so I won’t go. Boss, just let Flexibility follow you."

Listening to Shiny’s arrangement, Flexibility thought of something.

"Then I’ll be responsible for recruiting new members and publicity. After all, we can’t let the president do all the work alone. I think our classmates are quite good; we can let them work for us. It could be called the Spine Wheel teaching course, unpaid, of course. They will surely be eager to get some hands-on practice."

Just as Lyle was about to enter the room to begin remodeling the workshop, the door of the Necromancer Figure Club Room was knocked.

"Senior Law?"

Standing outside was Mr. Law.

"Congratulations, your new club has been officially established." Mr. Law pulled out a stack of thick documents from his pocket. "These are new regulations regarding vehicle speed that Andrey has just issued. I think you’ll need these."

"Thank you, sir," Shiny reluctantly accepted the thick stack of legal documents specifically pertaining to their club, not feeling too thrilled.

"This decree will be enforced starting tomorrow, so if your Spine Wheels don’t have a speed limiter, they won’t be allowed on the road."

"Okay, senior, we are actually planning to remodel the Spine Wheels now."

"How do you plan to remodel them?"

"Program a muscle memory sequence to control the flesh when speeding."

"That’s not appropriate, Junior Brother Plague Doctor. Preventative measures related to the law should be public and universal and must have a penal nature. The muscle memory you mentioned sounds like a measure specific to Spirit Summoning Studies. It would cause difficulties during spot checks. I suggest you create some simple and obvious speed indicator devices, like a spare part embedded in the bone to show the speed—if it’s missing, it means speeding."

Lyle pondered Mr. Law’s words carefully and felt they made a lot of sense.

"I can add a command in the memory of the Spine Wheel, and include a small embedded bone in the inner ring, which touches the flesh and only falls out when speeding."

"Yes, that’s the kind of speed limiter the Executive Committee wants," Mr. Law’s iron palm patted Lyle’s shoulder a few times. "Now we can talk about our deal, junior."

"The Executive Committee needs transport like the Spine Wheels, a hundred of them. And, I have special requirements."

"The Spine Wheels for the Executive Committee must be faster than the other Spine Wheels you sell. You can remove the speed limiters on ours. We require the fastest, so fast that criminals can’t escape from our grasp."

"But senior, didn’t you just say that they couldn’t be used without speed limiters?"

"That’s for other Andreys. How are we supposed to catch them if we don’t run faster than the criminals? I know it’s difficult for you to develop better Spine Wheels right now, Junior Brother Plague Doctor, but that’s okay, isn’t it? Just sell the flawed products to the others."

"I’ve even thought of the names."

"The Standard Spine Wheel and The Justice Will Not Be Late Spine Wheel."