"Let's go too, Mr. Rankopel.

Amia silently took Rankopel's hand and said,

"It's good to go shopping inside Rhode Island, but Miss Lucier has said several times that she wants to meet you, and that you will give you a 100% discount in her store..."

Rankopel nodded, he was also interested in the store of Kluhill, but if you really wanted to buy the contents inside, was it using the [credits] set in the game?

"Doctor Kelsey?"

said Amia immediately on the other end of the telegram.

"Amia, Fika has drawn up several preliminary plans, but the specific implementation situation is a bit complicated, and the geological layer changes there are more drastic than expected.

"We still have to convene a special countermeasures meeting for this, and this time the doctor will also participate, and his opinion or suggestion may play a key or even decisive role."

Kelsey's

voice on the other end was mixed with a kind of rustle of turning pages, and it was likely that she was reading a series of preliminary plans drawn up by Fika and the geological operators.

"Okay, Dr. Kelsey, what is the time of the meeting?"

asked Amia immediately.

"After an hour, finish as long as you can before most people's dinner time.

Kelsey replied.

“...... Understood, Dr. Kelsey.

Amia first looked at Rankopel beside her, who nodded in affirmation, before she quickly replied to Kelsey.

......

After finishing the communication, Amia said to Rankopel somewhat apologetically:

"Ah... I'm really sorry, Mr. Rankopel, I originally wanted to show you around the interior of the Rhode Island facility, and by the way, I got to know some of the operators..." Rankopel

burst out laughing, patted Amia lightly on the shoulder, and said:

"Haha... If this is it! It is good to be able to quickly come up with a plan, we can clearly distinguish the priorities of the matter, and there will be many such opportunities in the future, Amia.

"Let's just say that we have settled the matter here, and it will take about a month to return to Chernoberg, which is enough for me to walk up and down Rhode Island many times."

Only then did Amia grab Rankopel's wrist and pull him from the deck back to the lower deck of the Rhode Island ship.

This time, the conference room was selected in a deeper area in Rhode Island, because considering that the explanation of the scheme needs to be combined with multimedia floating projection, so more professional personnel and equipment are required.

Although it was only an hour before the meeting began, Amia tirelessly took Rankopel around as far as possible, and the original ten minutes of travel was extended by her to forty-five minutes.

During the period, many Rhode Island operators came and went in the corridor, and saw Amia and Rankopel greeting each other warmly, and he and she responded politely.

"Mr. Rankopel ... Here is a small part of the power generation facilities... And the corner in front, to the left is the training ground of some operators, and to the right is the canteen

of Rhode Island..." Amia

and Rankopel walked slowly all the way, not forgetting to introduce Rankopel as the owner of Rhode Island.

Although the routes and blocks inside Rhode Island are intricate, basically every corridor will have a map and location display on the local level, as well as navigation of a series of common locations.

So even if Rankopel walks alone for the first time, he won't get lost all at once.

"The space utilization here is simply frighteningly high..." With

Amia's introduction and along the way, Rankopel is naturally observing all the way, this is not the first time he sighed so much, before in his heart, this time he couldn't help but read it out of his mouth.

"Yes, Mr. Rankopel.

Amia said confidently

, "Although Rhodes is already a large size among many landwalkers,

we are still only small compared to the mobile city-states that actually travel on the earth.

"But in order to have as many systems inside the Rhode Island ship as possible, to be able to accommodate more operators, we also have our own methods." In

fact, as Amia said, although the Rhode Island ship is already a larger class of landcruisers, compared with the real mobile city-state, the size of Rhode Island is still not enough.

Such a limited size should accommodate internal infrastructure including, but not limited to, a large number of operator quarters, power generation facilities, manufacturing facilities, trade windows, offices, reception rooms, archives, and a single large combat operator training ground.

If this is to happen, there is only one possibility, and that is that the space utilization inside Rhode Island has reached an unimaginable level.

"No... Something is wrong..."

But Rankopel pondered, but then thought about it, according to reason, if you want to achieve extremely high space utilization, then you must sacrifice some part of the space and become crowded.

But at present, he does not feel that it has become crowded, and even he has walked through more than a dozen Rhode Island corridors, which are so wide that the narrowest corridor is enough to accommodate five or six people walking side by side at the same time.

Not only that, but other details, such as the size of the office door or the depth of the elevator shaft, all hover between a certain threshold of unity and disagreement.

But everything in the interior of Rhode Island does seem orderly, and even gives people a strange and calming beauty....

"That's not right... Some variable in the spatial hierarchy here seems to be tilting..."

Although Rankopel is not an expert in architectural design, there are places where it is already obvious that a large number of structures in Rhode Island's interior are actually in a state of mutual dislocation.

But this dislocation is self-consistent and wedged, and it is this dislocation that makes the internal structure somewhat strangely reasonable, expanding the volume inside the ship from another level.

"[Old Sakaz language: out of order]?!"

The design is simply impressive, and the sense of reasonable dislocation of the space inside Rhode Island is so incredible that it even reminds itself of a game called Monument Valley in a past life.

But this spatial dislocation... Structural change at the practical level alone cannot be possible.

"Traces of Sakhaz witchcraft?" As

soon as Rankopel figured this out and sensed the surrounding space, he immediately received the expected feedback - there was an extremely ancient smell of Sakhaz witchcraft everywhere.

And this breath is so familiar, as if I have seen it before.

“...... Banshee?" Lankoper

immediately had a guess about the identity of the owner of the hand, based on the blue ink letter he had seen sent to him before.

Originally, he wanted to continue to spy on the traces of this banshee's witchcraft, but the other party suddenly sent a warning fluctuation, and Rankopel immediately stopped spying -

if he continued to go deeper, two lines of blood and tears would pour out from his eyes.

However, of course, this is not the other party's intention for Rankopel, but this technique has its own counter-defense function since it was applied - it only takes into account the possibility of Rankopel as an intruder.

"Mr. Rankopel, it seems that you have already guessed.

Because she heard the banshee that Rankopel said just now, Amia stopped selling and told Rankopel the details:

"Rhode Island is the internal structure design jointly planned by Mechanist and Mr. Logos, both of whom are two independent directors of this project, responsible for two different blocks.

"Mr. Mechanist is responsible for real-world aspects of keel extension, overall architecture, routing, allocation of infrastructure locations and orientation of energy insertions.

"Mr. Logos is responsible for the expansion of the spatial level, using Sakaz's witchcraft to further optimize Mr. Mechanist's architecture to create spatial dislocation and maximize the space utilization of Rhode Island's interior.

I still remember the way Mr. Logos wielded a bone pen, and with just a slight sweep, countless ancient characters were derived from the void, crystal clear as morning dew.

"These characters flew like snowflakes when they appeared, blending into every inch of Rhode Island's interior structure, and after that, it suddenly felt like something was different."

"For example, there seems to be a corridor suddenly added around the corner, or there is an extra open space at the end of a passage for no apparent reason... It's really incredible.

Mr. Logos also said that this is the limit of what he can do, and if it is done by the Lord of the Lich King Court, who is well versed in the way of spatial change, the space utilization will become even higher. Rankopel

said with great admiration:

"It is really worthy of Logos, every trace of this obscure and ancient Sakaz witchcraft is so subtle... This is definitely not something that ordinary banshees can do.

Amia nodded and replied approvingly

, "Yes, Logos is indeed an elite operator in Rhode Island,

but he has another identity - the Banshee King Court of the ancient bloodline branch of Sakaz... Lord of the royal court. This

was entirely expected, and Rankopel's previous knowledge of Logos was limited to the fact that he was one of the few male banshees in the Banshee King's Court, and a very mysterious and somewhat neurotic Sakaz spell master.

From the previous letter of thanks to Rankopel, it was enough to peek at the leopard to see part of Logos' strength, and now it is logical to conclude that he is the lord of the royal court.

"It's amazing... I want to visit this Banshee Lord. Rankopel

sighed with pleasure that Logos' attainment in this ancient spell of Sakaz had even begun to change the variables of space, which was truly amazing.

"There will be a chance

, Mr. Rankopel!"

said Amia with a smile to Rankopel

, "Mr. Logos has been active in Lytania now,

and he has written to you that he can take Scout to visit him in the future if he has time."

"And... Mr. Rankopel.

"I'm sure you'll be able to catch up with and even surpass Mr. Logos soon, come on." Rankopel

humbly responded:

"Yes, but now I am still a long way from the lord of the royal court."

"But it's also the same... The Lord of the Court is not my end.

"Please witness it for me in the future, Amia."

Amia gently stretched out her hand and slapped Rankopel, and said

, "Well, in a word,

Mr. Rankopel. "

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