Chapter 372: a mech designer

As soon as he got the message, Clark immediately went into pondering mode as he tried to guess why the Professor messaged him at this exact moment and why the message was about mechs.

After the first time that he casually asked about it, he no longer mentioned anything about mechs.

“Wait, is Monkey Hands spying on me?” His expression became strange, before darkening.

An imagination suddenly flashed in his head; he saw himself taking his bath in the bathroom but a pair of old lewd eyes were secretly watching him from the shadows without him knowing.

He wanted to feel anger, but he only shuddered at the thought.

“Turn immediately”. He blurted out.

“Huh?” Albert turned to face his master.

Clark calmed down on seeing Albert’s strange gaze. “I mean you should slow down, look left and right, cross the road, and turn back. We’re going to the Spartan army headquarters”.

“Huh?”

Smack!

“…Ok”. Albert felt secret tears flowing down his face like waterfalls.

…

Taking a plane, it did not take much time before Clark arrived at North Sparta with his student. Alighting from the plane, they entered the exotic car before setting their destination for the Spartan army headquarters.

On getting there, as soon as Clark showed his badge, he was allowed into the city-like headquarters immediately.

Expertly navigating through the familiar lanes of the headquarters, in a few minutes, his car finally entered the domain of mechanic workshops.

Having been here before, he didn’t marvel about how developed this place was again. Navigating further through the column of mechanic workshops, he finally arrived before the biggest mechanic workshop.

With a look of resignation on his face, Clark sighed, directed a look at his student before going forward with pure resentment on his face.

After testing it, he could only sigh, Monkey Hand’s passage mechanism was still as weird as ever. Trying to ignore the burning shame smearing his face, he did all that was required before getting access inside the workshop.

Taking a cue from him, Albert easily imitated him before also getting access inside the workshop. As someone already used to luxury, his face didn’t change much on entering the visually impacting inside of the workshop.

A mechanic apprentice was already waiting for them at the other side, the pretty lady with a scholarly vibe immediately greeted respectfully on seeing them.

She politely introduced herself before turning to lead the Lieutenant Colonel straight to her teacher’s workshop. After completing the mechanisms, Clark finally got access to the familiar workshop again.

Just like the last time that he came here, Professor Monkey Hands was working on a car with 2 assistants helping him from the side.

“You came?”

“No, can’t you see that I’m in the ocean?” Clark sharply retorted in his mind, but outwardly he had a calm and polite look on his face.

“Yes, Professor, I came after receiving your message”.

“Good, I found a mech designer. I noticed that you were looking for one the other time that you came, so I just decided to do a favor for a young promising soldier”.

Ignoring the hypocrisy dripping from the Professor’s tone, Clark smiled. “Wow, thanks a lot”.

He didn’t know why this Professor suddenly decided to look out for a mech designer for him when he already showed a negative reaction the other time that he mentioned it.

Well, he couldn’t judge this professor with common sense so he guessed that everything was ok.

Surprisingly, the Professor didn’t make any unreasonable demands for the information that he just revealed. All that he told Clark was to produce 50 million Spartan credits, and the best mech would be designed for him.

Clark immediately felt suspicious after hearing that. From the information that he knew, even the lowest tier of mechs was far more expensive than that.

The cost was one of the main reasons why he didn’t actively start looking for mech designers, a mech was something that was supposed to be owned by a country or billionaires for fun and as a show of power and wealth.

As soon as he heard 50 million Spartan credits, the first thing that came to his mind was that he was about to be scammed. As if reading his thoughts, the Professor chuckled.

“You really think you’re worth me putting in so many efforts just to scam you?” He rubbed his nose with his left hand while using the other to rub his beards mischievously.

“I…” Clark was suddenly lost for words, he felt like this was an insult but the Professor phrased it in such a way that he was left speechless.

“Is this a new form of Euphemism?”

Resolving his mind, he gritted his teeth and replied with a completely serious expression on his face. “Professor, don’t you think that I’m that clueless about mechs”.

“I know that the lowest quality mech can even go for as high as 500 million Spartan credits, I’m not a kid so…”

“Sigh!”

The Professor sighed exaggeratedly, and while waving his hands he muttered. “Youngsters these days, they don’t even know when someone is sacrificing a huge favor for them”.

“Now, I’m even being confronted for doing something good. Sigh, it’s really hard to be a good man in this era”.

Clark was completely dumbfounded. “I…, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t know”.

“If you, did it as a favor for me, then I understand now. I’m sorry, Professor, you’re the best. I promise never to secretly curse you again, I…”.

The Professor calmly turned to look at him.

Clark finally realized what he just said, he felt cold sweat fill his back all of a sudden. He looked at the Professor who blankly gazed back at him, he turned to look at Albert but the unreliable boy gulped in reply.

He improvised immediately. “I didn’t mean it that way, I…, I…”

“Pay me the 50 million credits now or leave my workshop”.

“Yes, sir”. Without hesitation, Clark transferred the money.

He wasn’t afraid that the Professor would run with the money, Monkey hands was bigger than that. Despite his current wealth, he was still a small fry when placed beside the professor.

“You may come to take it in a month”.

“Thank you, Professor”. Repeatedly thanking the professor, Clark finally started leaving the workshop. At the point of placing his legs outside, he suddenly remembered something and turned.

“Professor, do you spy on me?”

“…”

The Professor was left speechless for a moment before finally comprehending what the question meant.

“Get lost!”.

…

A few minutes later, as soon as he confirmed that Clark was out of his workshop, he dropped his tools and chuckled.

“What a peculiar young man”.