Chapter 60: Audrey Unboxes Celreis

In Backlund, at Mr. A's Beyonder gathering.

Audrey arrived at the Beyonder gathering accompanied by Glaint, Fors, and Xio.

Stepping into the grand hall, Audrey, currently immersed in the "Spectator" state, saw numerous people sitting scattered about. Some used various methods to conceal their features, such as hoods and masks, while others sat quite unconcerned, freely exposing their faces.

What caught Audrey's attention the most was a gentleman wearing a tailcoat and a black top hat. What drew her gaze was not his attire, but rather the mechanical head beneath his top hat.

Audrey deduced that it was likely some sort of helmet.

Screwllum sensed Audrey's supposedly subtle gaze, turned slightly, and glanced back to meet her eyes.

Their eyes met, and Screwllum gave an elegant, slight nod.

Then, Screwllum's gaze moved past Audrey to land on Caelus, who was greeting him with exaggerated gestures.

He stood up from his chair and walked toward Caelus.

As Screwllum departed, Audrey noticed a man in a black robe sitting on a single-seat sofa.

This man was also wearing a hood, hiding his face in shadow. He silently watched the newcomers, exuding an air of looking down from above.

*Very confident, but his gaze is disgusting, constantly moving over me like two slimy tentacles, trying to strip away my clothes...* Audrey possessed sharp senses and keen observation, calmly making this judgment, though goosebumps nearly rose on her skin.

Fors introduced him to her: "This is Mr. A, a powerful Beyonder."

Audrey nodded to show she understood.

*Mr. A? That sounds more like a criminal's alias than the title of a mystical powerhouse... There's simply no comparison with the "Fool"... No, the only ones comparable to Mr. Fool should be deities or great beings second only to deities...*

*Anyway, he's simply inferior to the Aeon.*

A thought flashed through Audrey's mind, instantly filling her with a sense of superiority.

*Conclusion: It's all because of playing with the Aeon.*

"So, does this gentleman have any notable deeds?" Viscount Glaint, who was similarly clad in a hooded robe nearby, asked with great curiosity.

Xio Derecha answered with a stern expression, "There have been several instances where Sequence 8 or even Sequence 7 Beyonders targeted Mr. A, trying to deal with him, but in the end, they all vanished without a sound."

After all, Mr. A was a Sequence 5; dealing with Sequence 8s was a very simple matter.

Surely no Sequence 5 would ever flip over while fighting a Sequence 8, right?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Listening intermittently to the conversations of the others, Audrey suddenly twitched her ears slightly, catching a language that she "had never studied, yet could somehow understand."

"I am very glad to meet you here, Mr. Caelus. Logic: The reunion is sooner than anticipated."

"This also exceeded my expectations, Mr. Screwllum. In fact, I can hardly believe the geniuses actually managed to find this place."

The voice of the first sentence was steady and elegant, completely different from Mr. Demon, but the other, frivolous tone was identical to Mr. Demon's.

Audrey felt a pleasant surprise, but still secretly observed while pretending to remain calm.

Using the corner of her eye, she looked at the two men conversing behind her. The frivolous man with a mask hanging at his waist and the elegant gentleman with a mechanical head were shaking hands, exchanging pleasantries.

*So Mr. Demon's name is Caelus.* Audrey felt a secret delight in her heart. *He definitely doesn't know my identity, but I've discovered his.* Audrey was certain of this.

Soon, the two parted hands.

"Indeed, we received help from that entity. However, I deduce this is likely a transaction between [Nous] and [Aha]."

*Nous? Aha? Who on earth are they?* Audrey didn't understand, but she silently memorized the names.

Hearing this, Caelus roughly guessed the truth. The arrival of Screwllum, a genius and fellow mechanical intelligence, most likely brought a portion of Nous's computational power. For Nous, the descent of a sliver of computing capacity could quickly construct an entirely new self.

Caelus was not interested in the schemes of the Aeons. He changed the subject and asked, "In fact, our meeting here probably isn't a coincidence."

"Indeed," Screwllum nodded affirmatively. "According to my calculations, the probability of you coming here is as high as 13.19 percent. Unfortunately, I cannot provide a more precise figure, as the followers of [Elation] are always so elusive."

Audrey's eyes widened. *This... can you actually calculate the probability of someone's location? That is too incredible. But... what does a follower of Elation mean?*

Having said that, Screwllum added, "In fact, over the past three days, I have tried my luck in one hundred and twenty-seven places."

"Hmm..." Caelus hooked his arm around Screwllum's shoulder, leading him to a seat and making him sit down. "You guys are really that eager to find me?"

"Both Madame Herta and Madame Ruan Mei asked me to pass along messages to you," Screwllum explained. "Madame Herta hopes to demand copyright fees from you for the Simulated Universe, and also requests the return of the eleven puppets that were stolen."

Audrey's eyebrows twitched. *Mr. Demon actually steals things?*

"Madame Ruan Mei hopes that you will remove her communication account from your blacklist, as she has some academic discussions she wishes to communicate with you about."

Caelus smacked his lips, patted Screwllum's shoulder again, and said, "Copyrights... minor matters, all minor matters. I know what she wants. As for the puppets, I can't return them for the time being. I turned them into processors for the Simulated Universe."

Caelus took out a Prison Bucket Boy, opened it, and held it out in front of Screwllum. "Take a look."

Inside were eleven little Herta figures with antennas stuck on their heads, holding hands in a circle, slowly rotating clockwise, occasionally making sounds of "jingle," "gurgle," and "spin around."

"Evaluation: The utilization rate of computing power is too low," Screwllum commented objectively.

"Of course I know that," Caelus said, nudging Screwllum with his elbow. "How about you help me make a better one another day?"

"Cost: I require thirty percent of the permissions for the Simulated Universe here," Screwllum proposed his condition.

"No way," adhering to the principle of cutting the price in half, Caelus bargained, "Three percent."

"I believe cutting the price in half does not refer to separating the digits," Screwllum said. "However, I agree."

Caelus curled his lips. In truth, he knew very well that the percentage of permissions given didn't matter; his firewall couldn't stop Screwllum anyway.

He stood up from his seat, walked over to the blackboard at the front of the hall, and wrote down a few items. He intended to sell a few gadgets. After all, things were only fun when the situation became chaotic.