"No choice, for confidentiality." Rafael explained with a smile, "I hope you understand."
The words sounded nice, but he offered no solution.
Mikhail frowned and said, "With such a strong delay, we can't conduct the relevant auxiliary research work."
"No need." The muffled response surprised them, and it was not Rafael speaking, but Tan Ding standing by.
His expression was solemn, and his gaze swept openly over the mechanical bodies of the three descended people. Although he didn't release any life aura, an imposing power lingered:
"You don't need to do any research work, not even see the body. You just need to provide some suggestions when we need them, or help us fix a few things."
"Suggestions? Fix things?" Reynolds was momentarily stunned, and the expression on the mimicry-loaded mechanical body was not pleasant, "What do you mean, treating us like repairmen?"
"Even for the Empire, that's quite a big tone."
