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Chapter 837 - 543: Mechanism City [13] You Are the Only One Who Can Unravel the Mystery of Mechanism City [Second Update]

Nora Scott has always held a sense of awe toward Mechanical Techniques since childhood.

From a young age, she started playing with Mechanical Techniques.

Until she was ten, Antonio Easton told her, "You’ve graduated."

At that time, not only was Nora unhappy, she was actually a little dejected. She felt that she had no talent in Mechanical Techniques, so she gave up in despair and turned to the path of comics, using her accumulated drawing skills...

The reason was simple: before she was ten, she had never opened any of Antonio Easton’s mechanisms.

Even as he announced her "graduation," it was one day when Antonio Easton was sitting at the door peeling potatoes. Seeing her come home from school, he looked at her blandly and said, "You’ve graduated. Whatever you achieve in Mechanical Techniques depends on your fortune."

It was an ordinary day, with bright sunshine and a clear sky.

It was also the most frustrating day of Nora’s youth.

She thought—It’s over, Old Easton must have thought she had no talent in Mechanical Techniques and didn’t even want to teach her, so he sent her off directly with the excuse of "graduation."

From the day after her "graduation," she never touched Mechanical Techniques again.

Antonio Easton mistakenly thought she was weary of Mechanical Techniques and that she had been forced to learn them since childhood, so after "graduating," she no longer wanted to engage with them. Although he was also very dejected, he respected her choice and never mentioned it.

...

Nora realized "I’m really good at Mechanical Techniques" when she started university to study mechanical engineering.

She realized "I’m extremely good at Mechanical Techniques" when she dropped out and made her way in and out of Xiangel City’s Sullivan Clan Mechanism City unscathed.

It was from then on that Nora regained her confidence in Mechanical Techniques and occasionally made some little gadgets. Sometimes, when in the mood, she’d undertake grand projects—like the mechanism puppet considered a treasured exhibit.

But—

Truth be told, Nora could look down on anyone claiming to be a "master of Mechanical Techniques" outside, but at home, in front of Antonio Easton, she dared not act rashly.

Antonio Easton had caused her too much psychological shadow.

Moreover, she believed that in terms of talent, she might not necessarily be stronger than Antonio Easton. In her more than twenty years of life, she spent only half the time learning and studying Mechanical Techniques. Meanwhile, Antonio Easton had devoted his whole life to it. The chasm created by time and accumulated experience was not something that the word "talent" could surpass.

So, every time Antonio Easton belittled her, she would listen obediently, not daring to act rashly.

So, regarding the Mechanism City that Antonio Easton had touched... how much of it could she understand?

Nora had no certainty, but she was a bit hopeful.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Before Old Easton left, he had to dig this huge hole for her... Couldn’t he have just let her look at the blueprints a few more times from a young age? Why hide them?

Coming to her senses, Nora asked, "Where are the blueprints?"

"Hidden in a safe place, I plan to retrieve them later," Evelyn Winter said. "Since coming to the northwest, I’ve hidden my tracks, so the people behind the scenes likely want to use Clement Winter to lure me out—to control me, or to find Master through me."

Unfortunately, they didn’t know that Master was no longer around.

Nora frowned, "Robert Durant?"

"No."

Evelyn said confidently.

Taking a deep breath, and facing all the questioning gazes, she smiled calmly, "I used to have some connections with Robert Durant’s family—otherwise I wouldn’t have gone to steal their golden cup. In short, if they knew Clement Winter was my son, they’d definitely not resort to kidnapping him to deal with me."

If they knew... they wouldn’t...

This phrase was quite interesting.

Outsiders couldn’t ask much, but Clement Winter, being the "son" himself, pondered a bit, his brows moving slightly as he lifted his eyes to look at Evelyn’s side profile ahead.

But he remained quiet, not saying a word.

Nora looked up and met Pedro Langley’s gaze, saw the affirmation in Pedro’s eyes, and suddenly curled up her lips, saying, "Alexander Vaughn."

There were two groups of people investigating Master Silver.

One was Robert Durant’s family, the other Alexander Vaughn.

If Evelyn had evidence to dismiss "Robert Durant," then only "Alexander Vaughn" remained.

Evelyn was surprised, "Who?"

Nora shrugged, "That’s another story..."

Eli Linfield pricked up his ears.

Hearing the latter part, Eli took a deep breath, feeling a bit dejected.

Damn it.

Their experiences were too exciting, while his life could only be considered trivial.

Isn’t this kind of thrill what one seeks in the Martial World?

*

Nora finished a bottle of water after telling the story.

The few people on the outside, having heard Alexander Vaughn’s chain of events—a person’s great achievements—all felt exceptionally indescribable.

Especially Marcus Shaw, Oliver Scott, and Clement Winter, who had never mixed in the Martial World, were completely bewildered. Marcus Shaw, with some case-handling experience, was still fine, but Oliver Scott and Clement Winter found it like listening to Arabian Nights, so immersed in the story that they couldn’t find a hint of reality.

Ah...

Is this how Nora’s world is?

Blades flashing, enjoying the Martial World.

"Alexander Vaughn..." After listening, Evelyn curled her lips with interest, "Quite relentless indeed."

On Robert Durant’s side, it’s a family after all.

Yet, they were still being played around.

This Alexander Vaughn... if Nora and the others’ analysis of the ’golden cup insider’ was reliable, he might have also been playing Robert Durant.

Manipulating the universe with his own power, with courage, strength, and guts.

He’s a formidable person.

"The police are here!"

A voice shouted from outside.

Their conversation ended there.

Everyone got out of the car, except for two minors.

"Senior sister."

As Evelyn Winter got off the car, she heard Nora Scott’s voice. She stopped and turned back to look.

Nora sat half in the shadows, her brows slightly furrowed, "At the beginning... what made you think to ask me about the ’Loulanel Project’?"

"Master is no longer here," Evelyn smiled, her slightly bent eyes clear and bright, her smile gentle, "I thought you might be the only one who can unravel the mystery of Mechanism City."

"..."

Nora was taken aback.

*

Those who needed to go to the police station went to the police station, and those who needed to leave did so.

After all this commotion, it was two or three in the morning, and once they relaxed, everyone couldn’t stop yawning.

Eli Linfield booked a hotel in town; though the environment was not great, he was quite picky. But for a group of people too tired to even open their eyes, having a place to lie down was already good enough.

Nora forced herself to stay awake and took a shower. Before lying down, she planned to chat with Pedro Langley about Antonio Easton, but she had no idea when Pedro finished his shower or when she lost consciousness. She only knew that when she opened her eyes, she was in Pedro’s arms, feeling refreshed.

Unusually, Pedro was still asleep.

Slipping out of Pedro’s embrace, Nora moved up slightly, pinching Pedro’s ear, "Boyfriend?"

"..."

No response.

Sticking out a finger, she poked Pedro’s cheek and whispered, "Langley?"

"..."

Still no response.

Deciding not to disturb him further, Nora moved his hand aside, ready to get out of bed.

Just then—

The hand she had just moved away suddenly understood, directly wrapping around her shoulders, and with a slight force, pulled her back into the warm embrace.

His chin brushed her forehead, Pedro still kept his eyes closed, halfway between sleep and wakefulness, his voice lazy yet seductive, "Leaving already?"

Nora was startled, "You’re awake?"

"Just woke up." Pedro’s eyes opened slightly, rubbing against her cheek, then giving a little kiss, "Waiting for you to tease me."

Nora: "... Be a decent person in the morning, will you?"

Pedro in a rightful, rogue tone: "Who’s decent when they’re with you?"

"..."

In short, it was another playful morning.

After catching some more sleep, they woke up in the afternoon; no one dared disturb them.

Pedro drew open the curtains, the afternoon sunlight exceptionally bright. Nora, lazily lying in bed, raised her hand to shield her eyes, burying half her face in the pillow.

Looking a bit listless, but when she spoke, it was to pick a fight, "Where’s Eli Linfield, that corpse?"

Pedro took out his phone for a look.

Then he said to Nora, "He says he’s waiting for us on the first floor."

"Oh," murmured Nora, then she didn’t move.

After a while, she suddenly raised her head, looking at him with a wary gaze, asking, "Did you add him on WeChat?"

"Hmm."

Pedro nodded.

Nora frowned, commanding, "Delete it."

Pedro was puzzled, "Hmm?"

With a cold smile, Nora’s eyes were full of wariness and dissatisfaction, "Didn’t you notice how he looks at you?"

"What?"

Nora said quietly, "...A perverted look."

Pedro: "..."

For some reason, he somewhat understood what Nora meant, feeling a little pleased, but at the same time... slightly creeped out.

Seeing this, did it mean he had to keep his distance from men in the future too?

...

After lingering in bed for a while, Pedro reminded her to "act like a big shot," prompting Nora to sigh deeply, then she got up to shower, change clothes, and looking clean and refreshed, went with Pedro to the first floor.

Everyone was there.

They had taken over a corner, dumping takeout on the table, and after eating, they somehow managed to get a bunch of cut fruit, putting it all out to eat.

Seeing Nora and Pedro, Benjamin Durant felt extremely sour, but said, "Uncle, I had the hotel kitchen make something for you, made according to my recipe, it’ll be served shortly."

There was only "you," not "you both."

Pedro, intentionally treated like an apparition, didn’t mind at all, since shortly after, two sets of tableware were brought out, with not a single bite missing for him.

Picking up the chopsticks, Nora easily snapped them apart, her gaze following to Eli Linfield, "Did you track the car?"

Eli Linfield: "..."