Moreila Ironborn was currently in deep thought in the laboratory.
He was laying comfortably on the chair right beside the manufacturing station. One of his hands was holding a long tobacco pipe and the other onto a cup. This old man was looking at the ceiling. At times, his face looked like he was frowning at first—occasionally it would relax as he exhaled the smoke up into the air.
He was thinking deeply while smoking. This was the moment Moreila enjoyed the most. Although Joshua requested him to not smoke while the children were around, Ying and Ling seldom visited the experiment room anyway—it shouldn't be a big problem for him.
