Dieterian's residence is as humble and low-key as his current level, even lower than the level of apprentice Faya, all because of his rebellious status in the past.

When he was in the broken Eagle battle Gang, he had thousands of square meters of independent space. When he came to the star knight, his residence was only a crowded area of less than 100 square meters composed of crisscross corridors arranged by machine-controlled algorithms. For the uninspired human mind, it may be puzzling - the narrow entrance allows the way out to the small room, There is a separate air vent on the wall, a rotatable bed, a workbench at the bottom, and a tool storage cabinet near the head of the bed.

Compared with other local mechanical members, dieterian is tall and tall. Perhaps they have been stretched by thousands of years of living under the action of low gravity.

But the current beds are made according to the local average physiological requirements, so they are a little short for him. When he sits on the folding stool and works in front of his small workbench, his left elbow will hit the bracket next to him.

Mechanical education is proud to be the guardian of knowledge, but on the macro scale, it is vulnerable to the stupidity of barbaric and extensive universality, all of which are so bad and inefficient.

Dieterian didn't like to work around these, like the bracket he leaned on and many special tools scattered on his desk. They were mainly dieterian's own creations, none of which was bought by Kaul - only a few were given to him, and most of the rest were obtained under uncertainty.

However, dieterian has been in a bad mood recently, because Loken claimed that he had brought a variety of "new discoveries" when he returned from amegiddoton.

Fundamentally speaking, the transformation of mechanical education and operation is based on the principle of discovery - or whoever finds it belongs to who.

Therefore, dieterian always scoffs at Loken, because the other party's technology can't even reach the middle-level priest. He is as stupid as an urchin in front of his genius. Only by his relationship with soshyan can he win the host again and again, and collect things from various battlefields,

To put it more generally, dieterian was jealous and stubbornly believed that Loken's gains were actually stolen.

If soshyan took him with him when he acted, he must have found several times more than that stupid and lecherous guy!

Loken is just an apprentice reciting textbooks. His brain is too limited. Dieterian believes that the pursuit of knowledge is a pure call beyond any moral code, not a teaching post in various moral shackles.

However, dieterian is not without a chance. In fact, he has firmly grasped the opportunity.

STC template, a priceless treasure brought by soshyan from the underground of amjidoton. After playing with these precious treasures for a long time, the stupid Loken can't analyze them!

When dieterian knew that this guy was brutally using a gamma scanner to parse the STC template, he almost strangled the goods. How can such a treasure be so trampled on?

He was so angry that he didn't do maintenance for three days in a row.

It was not until Loken really had no move that soshyan handed over the task to him.

Dieterian realized what ecstasy was for the first time in his life. He kissed his flight attendant three times in the room that day!

However, he has another urgent problem to solve before working.

Brain wave instrument must be used to analyze STC template, which requires technicians to operate by themselves. In this process, a large amount of data will be generated

All need to be stored and deconstructed at the first time.

If knowledge gives a man kingship, memory is his kingdom.

Dieterian wanted to be a strong king, so he needed a vast kingdom.

It is for this reason that he decided to risk an expansion!

After a brief cleaning up, he took his intellectual core out of the socket in his head, divided it into pieces and put it on the table in front of him.

Dieterian neatly divided the device into two parts, the thinking unit on the left and the memory core processor on the right, and the slender and delicate mechanical appendages bounced out of the orifices on his wrist, fiddling with the tiny parts that he could not rely on his fingers.

The main feature of his table is the huge amplification unit, embedded on an armature clamped on the edge of the table, and lengthy status reports are displayed ticking on the glass integrated display.

At its center, there is a complex array of charts and graphs that guide his actions.

Without mental AIDS, this self transformation can actually be dangerous and accompanied by a headache at any time - due to his removal of his gain.

This process is extremely complex, and the most risky one is the precise memory machine that is vital to human life. A slight mistake will erase his hard won technology for hundreds of years.

But he has to take the risk, otherwise he can't fully parse the STC template.

Now, the big hole in his brain is cold, and the sterile gel filled with its free from disease is evaporating to cool the few remaining organic brains.

He dared not even cover his head because his hood might remove the sterile plastic patch used to close the opening.

Generally speaking, this kind of operation should only be carried out in the operating room of the geneticist, but just like soshyan can't trust him completely, he can't trust the people here. He doesn't dare to give his brain to anyone here.

As a former member of the dark machinery sect, he has seen too many people cheat, betray and kill.

But as a bold and dark hearted mechanist, dieterian also enjoys such a challenge, and even smiles because of his bold behavior - although only a smile, even the smallest movement may interfere with his detailed work now.

Before the built-in clock rang, dieterian had completed 14 illegal processes in his own mind.

When the bell of the built-in clock plus one rings, it means that his work will begin.

But he was still rebuilding the expanded transformation. As the last panel clicked into place, he glanced at his chronometer and pulled the mechanical tendril back into the hole on his wrist.

Dieterian raised his hands, shook his dew, and then carefully picked up his intellectual core.

Their stability was crucial, and he was always surprised at how heavy the intellectual core was.

He inserted the hand holding the core into a can of fungicide he put on the table, never past his wrist, let it soak in the cold liquid for a long time enough to kill all living creatures on it, and didn't move it out until his skin began to dissolve.