Chapter 1094: Chapter 1092: Tin Wood’s Reaction
The study floor is littered with magic tools of various effects.
These magic tools were all scavenged by Richard from the space iron rings worn by members of the Truth Society he had killed — the majority were obtained from the East Coast, with fewer from the Main Continent.
Richard doesn’t really have much use for these magic tools. According to tests, the defensive strength of the magic tools, which can only defend against one or two miniature magic tracking missiles, is far inferior to his current mastery of "Achilles Armor" and "Emmsley’s Shield" spells — it’s better not to use them at all.
But leaving them there is a waste, selling them... he doesn’t need the money either. Dismantling them for precious materials to use in some experiments seems more sensible, but he has been so busy with nuclear weapon matters that he hasn’t found time.
So, until now, he just remembered these "forgotten equipment" and decided to give them all to Pandora. It’s not to seek a qualitative improvement in her strength, just a slight enhancement would make them serve their purpose. If nothing else, at least it could increase Pandora’s "Joy Value" who likes shiny things.
At this moment, Pandora’s "Joy Value" was indeed greatly increased — almost off the charts.
Pandora opened one box to look at this, opened another box to look at that, the more she looked, the happier she became, her eyes shining brighter and brighter.
Honestly, Pandora wasn’t interested in the effects of the magic tools, but their exquisite appearance attracted her, bringing a joy from deep within her soul.
This necklace... this bracelet... this pendant... how beautiful they’d look when worn! Even if not worn, just placing them on the bed and sleeping with them as a pillow would surely result in a good night’s sleep... Pandora thought, somewhat enchanted.
To be honest, theoretically, she shouldn’t be so obsessed with shiny jewelry after studying math for so long and growing mentally.
Yet, in reality, studying math made her even more aware of the beauty in shiny jewelry.
Look at this bracelet, it’s a perfect circle, its circumference-to-diameter ratio is the extremely fascinating pi, emitting a mysterious glow throughout.
Look at this flat pendant, its shape is rectangular, the ratio of its shorter side to longer side is extremely close to the golden ratio of 0.618, the color itself is golden enough, and now it looks even more golden in her eyes.
Then look at the silver seal-shaped magic tool’s surface decorative pattern with several horizontal lines, several vertical lines, and several diagonal lines perfectly presenting the reasoning process of the Pythagorean theorem... and...
Pandora opened one box after another, arranging them around her body, feeling happiness to the point of dizziness.
Hmm, wait, Richard seemed to have told her earlier to take some of the magic tools here to the Witch Demon Elder and the Eight-Armed Skeleton.
Really give them away? Really send these beautiful, glowing items around her to others?
No way, impossible!
At most, she would take the dark, oddly shaped, inexplicable magic tools from that pile of boxes in the corner to send — and if the other party didn’t want them, she would take them back.
Yes, that’s it.
Pandora nodded slightly, silently making a decision in her heart.
A few seconds later, she suddenly realized something: though there were many shiny magic tools here, the vast majority were defensive type, with very few being attack magic tools.
In other words, equipping them all would increase her defense significantly but not her attack capability.
Essentially, she didn’t mind, since she hadn’t planned to truly use these magic tools — as long as they looked good on her, that was enough. However, on another note, not using them was one thing, but getting Richard’s instructions done by tomorrow was another.
According to Richard, tomorrow’s situation might indeed be very dangerous, potentially facing many enemies. If she fought barehanded, she would have a great time but wouldn’t be very efficient.
She needed a powerful attack magic tool, or a handy weapon, to deal with more people and reduce Richard’s pressure.
But what weapon would be good?
Pandora stood up, somewhat dazedly surveying the surroundings.
Truth be told, having devoted so much time to study recently, she felt she had somewhat neglected her fighting career, making it difficult to choose something good.
She stepped to the desk in the corner, picked up a heavy scroll, and waved it in her hand, felt the weight, and tried to imagine the scene of using it to smack an enemy flying.
It seemed difficult to achieve... after thinking for a few seconds, Pandora shook her head, set the scroll down, and instead picked up the quill from the pen holder.
The quill was light, Pandora carefully grasped the tip, trying again to visualize using this "weapon" in battle.
First writing a quadratic equation on the enemy’s left cheek, then working on elimination on the right cheek, then... what was this.
Pandora shook her head, abandoning the idea of using the quill in battle as unrealistic, at most using the tip to poke the enemy’s eyes out, but more likely just snapping the tip off.
Then what should she use?
Pandora pursed her lips, her gaze leaving the desk to scan her surroundings, attempting to find more "weapons."
She picked up a stool and swung it, no, too light, returned it to its place.
Picked up a chair and swung it, no, too light, returned it to its place.
Picked up the golden yellow dog from the bookshelf compartment and swung it, still no, too light, stuffed it back in its place.
Pandora sat on the ground, hugged her knees, deeply contemplating what kind of weapon would be suitable.
A few minutes later, still puzzled, she pushed open the door and walked out of the room, somewhat irritated, searching throughout Eden.
Ah, the iron frame in the raw material processing sector looks good... But if she dismantled it, Richard might get angry, so forget it.
Eh, the thick joystick inserted in the reaction kettle looks good too... But dismantling it herself might lead to some bad situations, so better keep looking.
If necessary, she’d go to the Witch Demon Elder and have them make a weapon out of bones for temporary use... If they refused, she wouldn’t give them any of the magic tools from her room. Yes, that’s it.
With such thoughts, Pandora wandered Eden, hoping to find something. A few minutes later, naturally entering the Research Room No.3 where Tin Wood was staying, her eyes scanned and brain rapidly assessed everything in the room.
The door of Research Room No.3? No, not easy to grip.
Energy Controller? No, not sturdy.
The glass container holding Tin Wood? No, neither easy to grip nor sturdy, and breaking it would anger Richard.
Then...
Pandora continued to survey.
At this point, Tin Wood had grown to nearly three meters inside the glass container, with a section directly exposed outside, covered by a complete layer of light gold skin, looking rusty.
Sensing Pandora’s entry, Tin Wood displayed a human face on its trunk, curiously looking at Pandora’s actions and asked, "Little girl, what are you doing?"
"Looking for a weapon." Pandora replied bluntly without any concealment, then simply repeated Richard’s earlier words to Tin Wood.
"Facing great danger at dawn tomorrow?" After listening, Tin Wood was initially surprised, then showed a thoughtful expression.
