"13%" Standing aside, Alik quickly responded, "Casting Star Mechanics all have their own Casting Star Devices, but I haven’t seen him reveal his yet."
"Judging by his current performance, he’s at best a highly skilled Mechanical Master."
Prince Bai Jiang nodded, and Asmara added, "I didn’t expect such an unexpected gain; he must have a profound understanding of the Ascender Civilization to be able to restore a complete set of Feros Armor."
"It’s back." Alik suddenly exclaimed loudly.
On the screen, Li Ming had replied to the message—
"Has the combat video of my mentor been circulated your way? What do you think?"
Li Ming held the smart terminal; not many could recognize that Feros Armor, but those who did were all heavyweights.
"I saw it yesterday, but have been in meetings ever since. Princess Asmara and my father have been whispering, and I have no idea what they’re up to."
"Is your mentor that formidable? I thought he was just an ordinary Mechanical Master."
Li Ming frowned, "Stop fishing for information, find out what they are up to, then ask about my mentor."
"Anomaly in speech pattern detected, inconsistent with close friends’ speech pattern, emergency correction in progress..."
Prince Bai Jiang furrowed his brows.
"Don’t worry, with our relationship, I’d tell you first thing if something happens."
Li Ming looked at this sentence, and felt oddly uncomfortable.
Would Feder speak to him like this?
Between them, the relationship had always been reciprocal use, which is why he told him to stop fishing for information, if he wanted to know more, he needed to provide something else in exchange.
And Feder had always been the intimidating one, why was he so cooperative this time?
"By the way, there’s something here that I might need your help with." Li Ming looked at the next message, that sense of oddness intensifying.
He didn’t respond.
"Relationship assessment error, data error..."
"Ending conversation..."
A string of errors followed, Asmara’s brows tightly knitted.
"Forget it, it’s not something important, I need to attend a meeting. Let’s leave it at that."
After sending out this message, Alik’s expression looked slightly grim, and he turned around to say, "Your Highness, the preliminary assessment of the mimic personality is out. There’s absolutely no close friendship between the two, and there’s even a 62% chance that they are not friends."
Not friends?
Prince Bai Jiang’s brows tightened, how did they get the previous intelligence?
Asmara glanced at him indifferently, "Old man, your son wasn’t telling the truth, huh."
"When is the next time we can communicate?" she asked.
"Based on the assessment, it’s best to wait three days." Alik hesitated, "What speech pattern should we use next time?"
"Let’s decide then." Asmara shook her head, then asked, "What about Wu Yanqing?"
"The mimic personality of Wu Yanqing indicated that it is best if the other party initiates the conversation," Alik said helplessly.
Asmara frowned, "What about the detailed relationship assessment of Li Ming?"
Alik appeared helpless, "Not a single relationship surpasses that of close kin, and there’s no one who can truly threaten him. I’ve never come across such a strange psychological profile."
"Before and after his father’s death, they’re almost two completely opposite personalities. If data from both psychological profiles were inputted, it would result in a mimic personality resembling a schizophrenic."
"The Profiler even speculated that it was his father’s death that caused the closed psyche to completely split into two contrasting personalities, consuming the original personality."
Asmara’s gaze turned cold, "Wu Yanqing won’t do either?"
Alik shook his head: "Wu Yanqing’s mentorship with him didn’t even last a year, and the time they spent together didn’t surpass a month. They are not close, and he doesn’t even rank in the top five in the relationship assessment."
Prince Bai Jiang couldn’t help but shake his head, "Tricky."
"However..." Alik hesitated, "Considering the appearance of the Mechanical Azure Dragon, there might be an exchange of benefits between them, perhaps we can start from there."
"Before the next conversation, I need a feasible plan," Asmara ordered directly, and Alik’s face showed bitterness, "Yes, Your Highness."
......
Odd, something’s not right, Li Ming was still pondering this as he looked at the last two sentences.
He imagined Feder’s face, the expression when saying these two sentences to him, indescribably bizarre and awkward.
Did I torment him into developing feelings?
Clearly, that was impossible. He quickly realized that the true identity of the one he was conversing with might very well not be Feder.
In his previous life, it was precisely because of screens that many comical and frustrating incidents occurred, let alone in the highly developed era of interstellar travel.
It’s not to say that one hasn’t seen the person in question; even if a video did pop up, it wouldn’t necessarily be Feder himself.
If it’s not Feder, then the other party obviously doesn’t understand their secrets.
Planning to strike at me? No, perhaps at my "teacher."
Has that mecha been recognized? Li Ming suddenly thought of many possibilities.