Chapter 201: Interlude 71/ The Trade Offer

-Fifir, How's the current situation? (Hana)

Fifir stares intensely at the screen.

-Wait for me a minute. I'm checking on the other parameters of the machines. (Fifir)

Fifir had a tired look on her face when she went through checking the data on the machine.

-Every parameter seems to be normal. (Fifir)

-That's good news. (Hana)

Fifir turns her attention to Hana.

-We can't find our master even if we can time travel, old hag. (Fifir)

-What do you mean by that, Fifir? (Hana)

-You can say that space and time are something that looks like mazes. (Fifir)

Fifir scratches her head and continues.

-Even if we knew the master was in the past. We didn't know exactly which "past" she was in. (Fifir)

- Because there are many timelines out there aside from our timeline, right? (Hana)

Fifir nods and takes out a pile of paper.

-017 and I have researched together about something called timeline coordinate. (Fifir)

Hana places her hand on her chin and listens carefully.

-Each timeline and each certain period will have a coordinate. (Fifir)

Fifir points at the paper and says.

-According to the machine, every 1000 years, the timeline will make a new branch and change its coordinates. (Fifir)

-I understand. That means I can't travel back in time aimlessly. (Hana)

-That's right. (Fifir)

Hana closes her eyes and sighs.

-What if we analyze the connection between the master and me? (Hana)

-Do you mean the divine spell that you cast on master? (Fifir)

Fifir starts writing a lot on the paper.

-It would be so hard to do that. First, we need to make a drone that traces your divine power. Second, we need to make the strong enough to stand the space and time rift. And finally, we let it follow your trace to find the master. (Fifir)

-How long all of them would take? (Hana) 

Fifir takes out a paper and starts writing on it.

-If my calculation is correct, then it will take around one year to find master Farah. (Fifir)

Hana's face turned dark when she heard that.

-It takes too much time. (Hana)

-Right. (Fifir)

At that moment, a person suddenly appears behind them.

-Why are you here, goddess Industria? (Hana)

-Huhm~ I merely want to check my surrounding a little. (Industria)

Hana tells Industria with an icy voice.

-It's not a place where you should be, goddess Industria. (Hana)

-Well, I know. (Industria)

Hana glares at Industria with blood lust.

-Then why are you here? (Hana)

Industria looks around while ignoring Hana's bloodlust. She points at the gigantic machine in front of her and asks.

-Is that the time machine? (Industria)

Fifir was surprised at the sudden question and replied to her.

-Ye, that's right. (Fifir)

-Hoh, you have successfully built it in a short time. (Industria)

Industria nods and turns to Hana.

-Would you consider my trade offer now, miss Hana? (Industria)

-What do you mean by that? (Hana)

Industria smiles and answers Hana.

-I have what you guys need. It is the timeline coordinate of Farah. (Industria)

-Eh? (Hana)

-How? The coordinate is what I and 017 just finished researching on. How could anyone else know aside from us? (Fifir)

Industria smiles and answers.

-It's the trade secret. (Industria)

-You! (Fifir)

Fifir becomes agitated and glares at Industria.

-Stop it, Fifir. (Hana)

-But she is so suspicious, old hag. She just appeared out of nowhere and knew everything about the master. (Fifir)

-I know. (Hana)

Hana retracts her bloodlust and says to Industria in a serious voice.

-I would like to hear your trade offer, goddess Industria. (Hana)

-That's better. Let's talk about it. (Industria)

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