Chapter 679

"Haha, let's talk about this later, I'm going to take a look at the banquet list and dishes or something, you can go and rest. ＂

"It's okay to let your men do it, Lord Ron still has so much to worry about. ＂

"I think it's better to do it myself. ＂

The atmosphere became relaxed, and there was no more-for-tat at the beginning.

Brynn smiled, "Okay Lord Ron, if there's anything you want, you can call me." Why don't you open it and take a look at it, my mother said I'd have to watch Lord Ron open it myself. ＂

Ron glanced at what he was holding and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's not too late for me to go back to my room and open it later." ＂

"Okay, then I won't bother. ＂

Brynn left, and Ron looked at what he was holding thoughtfully.

Sending me a gift for no reason?Is there a conspiracy?Or is it a discovery of conscience??," Ron thought to himself.

Ron felt that Aunt was unlikely to be such a person who would give a gift without saying a word, so it was unlikely that his conscience would find it, and he was the least rare in the fake gift, so he didn't plan to open it himself.

When Ron returned to the room, he found a thing he had invented earlier, which was to help him do something when his hands and feet were inconvenient, and Ron also named it My Other Hands.

The name is arguably very apt.

This machine was invented for a reason.

Once Ron broke his arm in an accident. He called it an accident because it sounded better, but the reality was that Ron had drunk too much and wrestled himself.

Because I feel ashamed, I can only call it an accident.

In the days when he had broken his arm, Ron felt that life was very hard, because it was inconvenient to do anything, and sometimes he had to trouble others to do something for him. Ron is also a man who doesn't like to trouble people.

Because even small things like getting up to get dressed or going to the toilet may require someone else to help, at that time Ron found himself a nanny, and he was still a male nanny. But Ron felt that he was not born to like to be served, and felt that it was troublesome and humiliating, and then the one thing that made Ron break down was to eat and be fed by others...

A dignified seven-foot iron-blooded man, he wants someone else to feed him. It's really a shame to be thrown home, so at that time Ron couldn't eat every meal because of the pressure...

So Ron learned the hard way and felt that he couldn't sit still and needed to do something.

So when his hands and feet were finally healed, he immediately started to work, wanting to make something that could do something for himself under certain circumstances.

Just do it, Ron has a lot of ideas and talent in this area, without stepping out of the room half a step, he turned his thoughts into reality in a few days, and made a mechanical arm.

The degree of simulation of the human body by this robotic arm can be said to be very high, each joint is very flexible, and very smart, can understand human instructions, and can execute well. It can do a lot of things, the trivial things of ordinary life, and there are many difficult instructions that can be done.

Ron was very pleased with the thing he had invented, and usually used it for a while when he had nothing to do.

In the end, Ron became very lazy, and as long as he could do something with a robotic arm, he wouldn't do it himself. Because it's so convenient to have that mechanical arm, when you want to hold something, you can move your mouth, and the next second the thing will be delivered to your eyes immediately.

Let it get something for itself or give yourself a massage or something, and even writing can be done instead of Ron. Anyway, as long as it is something that a human hand can do, Ron's mechanical arm can do it.

And it's much easier to use this robotic arm to help feed yourself, Ron has experimented with it himself...

Ron has also become more accustomed to eating and doing what he likes at the same time, because he doesn't have to hold a rice bowl or fork in his hand.

After enjoying this convenience for a while, Ron found a very serious problem, that is, his coordination ability was getting worse and worse, his hands-on ability was getting worse and worse, and he couldn't even write.

All of this is the fault of not doing anything in my ordinary life!

Ron felt that his brain was rusty, and although he was reluctant, he still did not hesitate to collect the machine, because he felt that nothing was as reliable as relying on himself.

It would be too late for the day when he was completely incapacitated, so Ron wanted to nip this situation in the cradle completely.

The machine hadn't been used for a long time, so long that Ron had almost forgotten about it, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he thought about it this time and felt the need to take it out and use it, I don't know if it would have come in handy again.

So now it's time for this thing to come in handy, and Ron decides to use his mechanical arm to open the box that Big Mom asked Brynn to give him.

From the moment he got the box, he felt that something was wrong. There was a voice that kept talking to him. You have to be careful.