Meanwhile, Ovilia had already sent some of the Primaris modification surgery data to her teacher, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, as requested by Luka.
Although her heart was still filled with doubt and unease, she decided to trust Luka's judgment.
This was a huge gamble, and Ovilia didn't know how her teacher would react.
If her teacher was indifferent to it, it would be fine; it would just be a wasted effort.
But if the Great Sage became furious about his hidden secret being discovered, then whether it was Ovilia or Luka, or even the entirety of Rostov II and Mariupol Forge World, they would face the wrath of a Governing Great Sage.
The title of Governing Great Sage, within the Adeptus Mechanicus, means a Sage who commands armies during wartime.
With Archmagos Belisarius Cawl's millennia of accumulation, destroying a Forge World or two was not a particularly difficult task, especially since this Forge World didn't even have a Titan Legion.
Ovilia stood by the laboratory window, looking at the busy forging furnaces outside, her mind full of thoughts.
She didn't know how her teacher would respond to this news, nor did she know if Luka's plan would succeed.
But she knew very well that if Archmagos Cawl truly became interested in this matter, then things might become very complicated, even beyond her imagination.
"I hope teacher won't be too angry..." Ovilia murmured to herself, feeling a hint of regret.
She was not afraid of Archmagos Cawl's wrath, but what she worried about was that once Archmagos Cawl intervened, the entire situation might become even more difficult to control.
The situation on Rostov II was already quite complex, with the Ecclesiarchy, Inquisition, Astartes, Battle Sisters...
If her teacher were to intervene again, the situation would become even more complex and volatile, and the power struggles between various factions would make this planet unpredictable.
How would she cope then? And would Donia be able to stay out of it?
Ovilia found it truly difficult to make effective decisions and judgments in such a treacherous situation.
After all, she was truly not very good at these things; otherwise, she wouldn't have been forced to become a Tech-heretic and lose everything she had.
Just as Ovilia was lost in thought, the laboratory door suddenly opened.
Luka walked in and asked Ovilia, "I heard you used Astropathic communication. Did you send the message?"
"Just sent it out not long ago," Ovilia replied, with a hint of helplessness in her tone. "Are you really sure teacher will be interested in this? He's a very cautious person and won't be easily moved by such things.
And do you really think he won't mind you prying into his secrets? If teacher wants to keep it a secret, I can't protect you."
"Don't worry, Archmagos Cawl is much more complex than you imagine," Luka smiled, walked over to Ovilia, and patted her shoulder. "He might appear indifferent to many things, just like other Tech-Priests, only caring about his research.
But that doesn't mean he's truly like other Tech-Priests.
Don't forget, your teacher prefers to call himself a scientist, and the meaning of that word has never been about hoarding knowledge.
What's more, the data I asked you to send him is precisely what he's interested in, and it's also crucial to his research."
Ovilia frowned, clearly puzzled by Luka's words.
She didn't understand why Luka was so confident that Archmagos Cawl would be interested in these seemingly ordinary clinical data.
After all, her teacher had been researching Primaris technology for many years, so he should, in theory, be very familiar with this data.
"What exactly are you planning?" Ovilia couldn't help but ask, with a hint of anxiety in her voice.
Luka didn't answer directly, just smiled mysteriously, and then said, "You'll know when Archmagos Cawl arrives! But before that, we still have a lot to do."
Ovilia sighed, knowing that asking further would yield no results.
She could only temporarily suppress the doubts in her heart and continue to immerse herself in her laboratory work.
— —
Meanwhile, the meeting between 32 and Kristen was also coming to an end. Both parties had reached a preliminary consensus on the construction of the Orbital Ring, and Kristen and Sereya would visit Mariupol Forge World in the coming days to confirm whether they had the capability to undertake the production of large components.
"Well then, we'll take our leave first," Kristen stood up and nodded slightly to 32. "Thank you for your hospitality, Sage Olegana."
"You're welcome, it's what we should do," 32 also stood up, her cat-like smile still on her face. "We look forward to your good news."
Kristen nodded, then left the meeting room with Sereya.
32 watched them leave, the smile on her face gradually receding, replaced by a thoughtful expression.
"Can Luka's plan really proceed smoothly?" 32 murmured to herself, feeling a slight unease.
She knew very well that Luka's plan was far more than just developing a Sub-Sector. 999.M41 was not far off, and the Gene-Seed Primarchs would soon return as prophesied. If they wanted to have more influence in the future, there was still much to do.
And all of this was closely related to Archmagos Belisarius Cawl.
However, these things were not very relevant to 32. Although she also wanted to have technical exchanges with Dora Khaur, her desire to put this idea into practice was not strong.
32 shook her head, deciding not to think about it anymore.
Whatever Luka's plan was, she had to ensure that the factories of Rostov III could operate smoothly and be prepared for future challenges.
— —
A few days later, Ovilia finally received a reply from Archmagos Cawl.
The message was very simple, just a short sentence: "I will come personally."
Upon seeing this message, Ovilia's heart sank instantly.
She knew that Archmagos Cawl's arrival meant that things had entered an irreversible stage, and she could no longer predict what would happen next.
"Luka, teacher is coming," Ovilia found Luka, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Luka heard the news and showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, everything is going according to plan."
"What exactly are you planning?" Ovilia couldn't help but ask again, with a hint of anxiety.
Luka smiled, a deep light flashing in his eyes: "You'll know when Archmagos Cawl arrives."
Ovilia looked at Luka, feeling a faint unease in her heart.
She didn't know what Luka's plan was, but she knew very well that what was to come might completely change their destiny.
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