Chapter 184: Super Repairer Ansel - I

"Ah, Venna," Ansel, perched on his workbench, propped his cheek on one hand, "What do you fancy?"

"Study, research."

Ravenna, engrossed in carving an etheric circuit, responded without lifting her head.

"I mean, apart from these two."

The blond boy sighed, "Venna, how can life be such a mundane affair?"

"Do not define my interests by your lack of them."

Ravenna lifted her head to glance at Ansel, a hint of dissatisfaction in her magnificent purple eyes, "For me, studying and researching are sufficiently interesting."

"But you've never experienced those interesting things, have you?"

The young Hydral tilted his head, an innocent smile spreading across his face as he made a slight hooking gesture in the air.

Click —

The alchemical carving knife in Ravenna's hand shifted abruptly, the once perfectly crafted etheric circuit along with the entire piece of magi-metal turned into a lump of scrap.

"You!"

The woman turned her head sharply towards Ansel, her eyes brimming with murderous intent. Her icy, stern expression suggested that no one would doubt if she were to slit Ansel's throat with the carving knife in the next second.

"Still lacking in skill, Venna."

Ansel, the instigator, took on the role of a mentor, criticizing righteously, "Just a slight disturbance, and you lose control of your carving knife. What will you do if an unpredictable accident occurs during alchemy?"

"Engraving circuits is considered the most basic and harmless process. What if it involves etheric conduction, essence fusion, or even higher-level essence alteration?"

"If you're not careful..."

Ansel made an explosion gesture with both hands, threatening convincingly, "A slight mistake, and it might be worse than death."

"..."

She said expressionlessly, "Although your ideas are indeed astonishing, I'm not that obsessed."

The young Hydral tilted his head, barely holding back a smile, " Venna, you don't have to emphasize it. I know you're not... the kind of person who would treasure me."

"So," Ravenna stared at Ansel, "What's today's idea?"

"You're really insatiable, Venna."

Ansel tilted his head slightly, looking somewhat surprised, "There are already plenty of ideas piled up that haven't been realized."

Ever since these two unlikely partners started collaborating, this small alchemy workshop had given birth to countless ideas that were ahead of their time.

However, manpower was limited, and since Ansel was only responsible for design and never for practice, even if Ravenna devoted herself to research every day, even if Ravenna occasionally handed over some less exaggerated designs to Babel Tower, the number of ideas waiting to be realized was increasing.

But she seemed unsatisfied. Even though she had accumulated a large number of drafts and design drawings, Ravenna still asked Ansel for new ideas in her spare time, in addition to her tireless, endless work.

Such an irrational, unreasonable thing was hard to imagine coming from someone like Ravenna.

The woman was silent for a moment, then extended her hand towards Ansel.

"What's up?" Ansel handed his hand over, expression somewhat puzzled.

Ravenna examined Ansel's hand in her palm, then looked at his face, and said:

"Only at this moment can I confirm that you're a thirteen-year-old child."

Her words made Ansel laugh, "But Venna, you clearly— Well, okay, I won't say anymore."

The threatening look in her eyes made Ansel just shrug with a smile, not saying anything more.

"You're only thirteen, Ansel."

After putting away her threatening gaze, Ravenna held Ansel's hand— of course, she didn't have any strange thoughts, and her attitude, as if she were holding a tool, made this scene devoid of any romantic feelings.

She was just feeling the tender softness in her hand, and said softly, "When I was thirteen, I was far from your equal, and I still am."

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