Chapter 361 - Chapter 361: 133. Demolition Genius (1/2)
Chapter 361: 133. Demolition Genius
Translator: 549690339
Inside the nutrient liquid mechanical workshop.
Talbot appeared gaunt and dark-skinned, like a walking wizened corpse.
Don’t be fooled by his skin-and-bone appearance, he handled the steam valve with unmistakable precision.
“Damn the Golden Merchant’s Sword, damn, damn, really damn…”
Talbot cursed while manipulating the valve, each turn accompanied by a curse, as if he was boosting his spirit.
He glanced at the gauges mounted on the wall.
After triple-checking that all gauge needles were below the “30%” mark, Talbot let out a sigh of relief.
He waved at his companions and hollered a few sentences:
“Everyone put your work on pause. Forget about clearing the filling room, follow me to the incubation room. Quick! Keep up! We need to adjust the steam valve there ASAP!”
Talbot gathered his companions and, together with three Blackbone Hermits and six Alchemy Slaves, headed towards the walkway corner.
As they passed the metal gate leading to the cliff base, Talbot casually pulled the half-open gate shut, grumbling:
“How many times have I told you? When going to other workshops, use the interior underground tunnel, don’t take a shortcut across the open area at the base of the cliff. You’ve forgotten to close the metal gate so many times, are you waiting for double-winged mutants to fly in before you correct this?!”
“Yes, yes, yes, Sir Talbot, you’re right. We won’t take shortcuts next time.” One of the Blackbone Hermits by Talbot’s side flattered.
“Good to know.” In response to his subordinate’s flattery, Talbot generously waved his hands, leaving the issue behind.
He led the group into the corridor, threading through the path illuminated by the coal lamp.
Thick and thin metal pipes covered the walls on both sides. Every so often, there was a gauge to monitor the gas and liquid conditions inside the pipelines.
Talbot kept walking and pausing, checking each gauge on his way. Ten minutes later, they stepped into another machinery workshop full of culture tanks.
The floor of this workshop was hexagonal, bordered by six walls, and its area far exceeded that of the filling room.
A seemingly endless array of culture tanks, neatly lined up on the floor.
Every culture tank was connected to a soft tube for liquid delivery. The other end of the tube connected to a diversion container on the ceiling, which was connected to a large liquid pipeline protruding from the wall.
Countless soft tubes cascading from the ceiling, among them, several mechanical arms moved along slides and suspension devices attached to the ceiling.
The vast workshop was packed with various forms of apparatus but still demonstrated an orderly setup where none of these facilities interfered with each other.