Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1035 - 102: The Question of Money or Dignity

"Why can’t the Mechanical Servant withstand that Mecha! It’s clearly just an antique!"

The councilman, whose body was already 80% mechanically transformed, pounded on the table forcefully.

As more news was compiled from the front, the hastily gathered Supreme Council members felt quite complicated.

It’s like waking up in the morning, sipping soy milk and eating Youtiao, pondering which flavor of instant noodles to buy with this month’s salary, only to receive a call from your boss saying everyone recognizes your talent and unanimously agrees you should become the new company legal representative, starting immediately, with boundless prospects ahead.

In short, one is utterly confused.

"Firstly, the wartime capacity of the Royal Mechanical Servant itself isn’t strong. According to Basic Protocol Article 96, the weaponry carried by Mechanical Servants must keep power below the safety line to ensure they don’t become a safety hazard, even while handling social security threats."

"Secondly, item 2276 from the Guardian Association Headquarters’ collection, after restoration, has regained its normal operational capability, with several usage records. The latest usage record is from last year’s Christmas banquet..."

The female mechanical puppet in the center of the hall, with hands interwoven before her, calmly and politely explained.

"Enough! I don’t want to hear this! Answer my question! Why couldn’t the Mechanical Servant block that antique? Isn’t it just an oversized toy?"

"Correction, item 2276 in the collection is not a toy; it’s documented as a weapon in all archival records. The reason past operators couldn’t unleash this weapon’s true power is primarily due to lack of systematic training and inability to withstand the overload generated by the Mecha’s movement... A specific case occurred seventeen years ago, where Emerson, the second son of the Rowe family, wanted to..."

"Don’t try to fool me with these absurd excuses! Answer my question..."

"If you just want to avoid responsibility, I’m willing to bear that responsibility."

The voice behind the mechanical puppet from the Tushan clan remained gentle and calm: "But that does nothing to solve the current problem."

"Enough! Now is not the time for quarreling!"

The Chief Officer of the Council halted the councilman who had transformed into a broken record and turned to look at the impeccably dressed elderly gentleman beside him.

"Professor Maxwell, what do you think? Do we need to awaken those dormant professors?"

"It’s unnecessary. Those old folks have bad tempers; if they wake up and find that you’ve lost your heads over such trivial matters, I’m afraid the first batch to be executed would be you."

The old man shook his head and focused on the female puppet being questioned in the center of the hall.

"Transgressor, have you betrayed Avalon?"

"I don’t accept such an accusation, Professor Maxwell. I have never betrayed."

"Then are you hiding something from us?"

Micro light flickered in the mechanical puppet’s eyes.

"Please define the specific criteria for ’hiding something.’ According to Basic Protocol Article 54, the mainframe will not push invalid information streams. Invalid standards refer to anything irrelevant to personal work and life..."

"Let’s not discuss this for now."

The old man waved his hand, indicating the mechanical puppet to stop being so pedantic.

"Transgressor, I meant whether you have withheld some related information about the Cavendish family and the Cromwell family, as well as the Supreme Council, leading to this dire situation?"

"I refuse to accept this charge."

The mechanical puppet replied, "According to Basic Protocol Article 77, I cannot proactively make subjective suggestions that influence human thought patterns and reasoning. All subjective suggestions I’ve made in the past were authorized and approved by the Supreme Council, with records available for review at any time." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Additionally, according to Basic Protocol Article 79, unless the Supreme Council authorizes permission, no one may order me under any pretext to privately review others’ private information."

"In other words, Chief Prosecutor James Cromwell cannot access confidential intelligence on the Cavendish family without authorization from the Supreme Council, nor can I proactively disclose relevant information to him."

"If you call this action ’hiding something,’ then my answer is—yes."

If Li Mumu were to hear this conversation, she would definitely complain, I know, this is spaghetti code.

When designing and building the Mathematics Transgressor, scientists established as many as three hundred basic underlying protocols to ensure this supercomputer would never betray humanity, shutting down any possibility of betrayal or even thoughts of betrayal.

But they didn’t take human nature into account.

While researching social issues, scientists often commit a common mistake by viewing themselves as normal, rational individuals, assuming most people are the same.

However, reality proves most people lack rationality most of the time, acting purely on animal instincts and brain hormone secretion.

Take right now, for example. The old professor knows well that those present are not truly concerned about any outsider, as the Transgressor has already given a controllable threat assessment.

What they really care about is, who will take the blame?

The Transgressor certainly wouldn’t mind taking the blame, but as she said, what purpose does it serve to have a machine take the blame? Smash it? Bring life to a halt?

Contemplative for a moment, Professor Maxwell continued questioning: "Based on your calculations, what more do we have to sacrifice to handle this foreign enemy?"

"The endurance of human flesh is limited, and so is the durability of the Heavenly Armor. They receive no energy supplies or supernatural power support within the Magic Prohibition Zone. Moreover, this outsider is not planning to escape but is approaching our control adjustment tower."

The Transgressor softly replied: "According to preliminary calculations, barring any mishaps, with his current combat style, his stamina and the Mecha’s durability will deplete within thirty to fifty minutes. Considering the outsider’s exquisite martial arts skills, we estimate at least eighteen Mercury Angels, two hundred seventy-four Royal Mechanical Servants, two hundred Engineering Machinery, five hundred Regular Army personnel in casualties... as well as eight million pounds in economic property losses."

Upon hearing the eight million pound figure, many experienced heart-stopping shock.

What kind of home-wrecker is this?

Professor Maxwell calmly pursued, "Is there any other way to shorten this time or minimize the loss?"

"There is."

The mechanical puppet smiled: "Either agree to his terms, satisfying a young man’s pride and vanity, which I believe is the most reasonable choice at present, merely requiring everyone to forgo some dignity."

"Or, Professor Maxwell, I can only suggest you initiate the Guardian Protocol and awaken a Defender."