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Ed felt goosebumps on his arms. He hurriedly took a few steps back and was about to shout for help.
The "half-fish man" in the tank stretched out its webbed dark blue claws from the water and spoke first:
"Shh, don't be afraid. I'm normal. It's just that greyscale makes me look more eye-catching. When I was young, I was as handsome as you."
Greyscale is common in coastal areas and is highly hereditary. Patients are no different from ordinary people in childhood, but as they age, their physical appearance will gradually change——
The neck has gills, the body is covered with scales, and the eyes are bulging. Once dry for a long time, the skin under the scales will ulcerate and emit a foul odor.
There was a splash of water in the bathtub, and the 'Sea Monster' rested his elbows on the edge of the basin and slowly sat up from inside. The scales on the chest showed a blue-gray color, and the half-human, half-fish face was both kind and terrifying:
"You're the new one, Edward or something... Do you want some snacks?"
He unscrewed a glass jar from the side, which contained fried dried whitebait.
The other party actually remembered his name. Although I didn't read it completely correctly...
After confirming that the words and thoughts of the 'sea monster' in front of him were normal, Ed reluctantly stood still and bowed:
"No need, senior, I just had breakfast. My name is Edgar Waikolo, nice to meet you."
The sea monster still looked so excited. He chewed dried whitebait, fished out a colorfully patterned turtle from the bathtub next to him, and fed a few to it. His tone was like introducing a beloved pet dog:
"This is my pet turtle, Kraken. Hey, Kraken, this is Ed."
"Hi... Kraken." Ed awkwardly greeted the pet turtle.
After teasing the pet turtle for a while, he put it back into the fish tank, considerately picked up the beak mask on the side and put it on his head. This makes him look a lot more normal:
"I just heard Anvil arguing with you..."
Ed didn't say anything, he was noncommittal. The other party continued:
"...Don't take it too seriously, he's not a bad guy, or at least nowhere near the word 'evil'. He just hasn't fully accepted Arthur's death."
"He has a good relationship with Arthur?"
"Absolutely. After Arthur came, the Royal Society provided us with a lot of equipment support. As a result, Anvil got a set of dragoon armor, and Arthur often helped him with maintenance work."
"Dragoon type power armor? That's a rarity."
He had seen this thing in the book left by Arthur. The cutting-edge technology, production processes and techniques of the Royal Society are strictly kept secret from the outside world and are only equipped to a small number of elite troops, known as "heavy dragoons".
The so-called "dragon cavalry" does not actually ride a dragon, but is a kind of light cavalry trained by infantry. As a mobile force between cavalry and infantry, dragoons are often used to fill vacancies on the battlefield, maneuver on horseback, and fight dismounted. There is no need for expensive war horses, draft horses or pack horses can be used, and even mules and donkeys can be ridden.
Relatively speaking, their equipment is cheaper and easier to train. If necessary, they can also perform cavalry tasks such as harassment, reconnaissance, and pursuit.
As for why it is called "Dragoon", the origin of this word comes from the Red Dragon Knights during the reign of Voluni. Those brave foot knights wearing heavy armor and wielding flaming giant swords will raise a huge red dragon flag and tear apart the phalanx of spears that other knights dare not contact head-on.
Unlike the auxiliary light cavalry such as dragoons, the heavy dragoons are outright elite troops, riding heavy packhorses into the battlefield, closer to traditional dismounted knights. The equipped power armor can block most light fire damage, thus causing a devastating blow to the enemy's defense line and morale.
"They also made me a set of things - a diving suit, or a diving suit. Putting it on is like soaking in water, it's very comfortable."
The sea monster pointed to the corner of the wall, and Ed saw a complete set of wearable diving suits - a one-piece waterproof suit made of waxed leather, a thick spherical metal helmet, metal boots, and matching protective armor.
The only difference is that a normal wetsuit keeps the water out, while this one seals the water inside. Only rely on the breathing valve to supplement oxygen from the outside.
"It's just that after Arthur's death, we never received any help from the Royal Society." Even through the beak mask, you can still see his sad expression.
"Arthur is good. If possible, I hope it is him standing here today, not me."
"Oh, by the way -" the sea monster realized that he had made a mistake and immediately returned to his normal demeanor, "Why did you come to me?"
"Mr. Eaton invites you to the conference room for a meeting."
"Okay, okay. Can you help me put on my wetsuit?"
"no problem."
Ed fetched a one-piece waterproof suit and put it on the sea monster, put on boots and helmet, and fetched a tube and filled it with water. As for the protective armor, it was left in place.
"Thank you. There is one thing I have to remind you: Charlotte's room is on the top floor. Don't smile or laugh in front of her."
Seeing that Mr. Eaton and the 'Sea Monster' specifically warned him at the same time, Ed couldn't help but feel a little curious:
"Will it be dangerous?"
"No, this will hurt her."
Under the metal mesh of the helmet, his voice became somewhat blurred and distorted in the water, like the cry of a whale:
"Before she was rescued, she worked as a laughing doll in a freak show circus - where she had to laugh when the audience laughed."
Freak show circus. Ed couldn't help but be speechless.
It was a kind of curious entertainment, where defective people were put on display with clearly marked prices to satisfy the bad taste of a few wealthy people. This barbaric behavior had been banned as early as Richard II's accession to the throne, but underground trading soon filled the market vacuum.
Sometimes they can't find so many poor people who are willing to make a fool of themselves, and the circus will kidnap, abduct, and rob them - dwarfs raised in tanks, rubber men whose bones and ligaments were torn to lengthen their limbs, Lobster hands formed by repeatedly hammering the palm.
Smiling dolls are also a type of artificial creation: cut the corners of the mouth to the base of the ears, remove the gums, and cut off the lips, and a permanent bloody smile is born.
"I know. I'll be careful."
He nodded solemnly and backed out of the room.
