Mirabe pressed her temples, sighing, "Try to invent fewer trouble-making concoctions."


    Paul cleared his throat, "You know I''m only interested in toxic nts."


    Mirabe shook her head, then nced at her watch, "Alright, let''s hurry up, or we''ll miss our flight. Just be safe."


    Paul gave a low ''hm'', grabbed his suitcase, and walked away. However, after a few steps, he turned his head, seeing that Mirabe truly showed no sign of sorrow, his face fell.


    His shoulders drooped as he turned back around, his silhouette looking rather pitiful.


    Seeing this, Mirabe let out a helpless sigh and quickly caught up to him, giving Paul a gentle hug, "Paul, take care of yourself."


    She spoke softly, with a seriousness she had never shown before.


    Paul felt as if his heart was pricked by a needle, ufortable yet somewhatforted.


    Comforted that she finally showed the emotional fluctuations of a normal person, though these emotions were too sad.


    Swallowing the bitterness, Paul patted Mirabe on the back, "It will be alright."


    Even if all of them were to meet a tragic end, he wanted her to be well.


    Soon, Paul passed through security, and Mirabe stood watching until he disappeared from sight, then turned and walked away, hero demeanor cold.


    **


    On the other side, in the Machinery Bureau of M continent.


    James satzily in his chair, idly spinning his pen, with a dozen


    department heads seated arvel I conference table


    the


    The meeting was as heated as an argument, with everyone looking furious and flushed.


    After two hours, James stood up impatiently, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "I didn''te here to listen to your nonsense. If there''s no n by tomorrow, don''t bother calling me."


    With that, he threw his pen on the table and left.


    The people at the conference table exchanged looks, their eyes full of dissatisfaction, but none dared to voice it.


    Until he was out of sight-


    "The director is increasingly disregarding us," someone couldn''t help but remark.


    "Well, who made him the only Emmitt here, capable of crafting unmatched heavy weapons?" another person scoffed.


    Though thement was sarcastic, it also carried a hint of irritation.