Lasnuolo Benches Long was almost exhausted. It's not easy to make a vampire so tired. He flew gracefully to the goose hook on the wall, hung down, and crossed his arms with his arms. At the same time, he thought that his posture was maintained very well, and he did not show any fatigue at all.
"Are you tired?" The mechanic's body was buried in a pile of parts, with only the shiny back of his head exposed, without looking back.
"…………Yes."
Lasnuolo hesitated briefly before admitting. At this time, readily admitting was an act that could restore his demeanor and he could do the next best thing. He thought so, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then opened one eye and looked at the busy mechanic - this guy had been working at high speed for at least twenty-four hours, and he could almost smell the burnt lake smell coming from him. ——
"What happens next?" Rasnuolo asked.
"I don't know." The mechanic said simply.
"Didn't your universal problem-solving machine solve all the problems?"
"It's solved. Isn't it?"
Ding-dang, the mechanic's voice was mixed with a little noise, and at the same time it was accompanied by the sound of parts being turned over, "The threat of Beelzebub has been lifted, and your castle has been repaired. We are still alive. No matter from any aspect, the problem is It’s been resolved.”
"But Chaint hasn't shown up yet. If all the problems were solved, he should have showed up long ago."
"You can only solve one problem at a time. The machine is seriously overheating. Especially after force-starting to restore your castle. And, the problem with Chaint is a big one." The mechanic said, turning as abruptly as a square ruler: "Help me Bring me another twenty barrels of oil.”
"Is there any difference between big and small problems?"
Lasnuolo snorted. "Why don't you let your machine servants go? You have already drank up the entire fuel reserve of the Eight Stars."
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"I need more oil to get them moving. So please."
The movement of the mechanic's hand stopped, but he did not turn around, and his voice was calm:
"Deputy Speaker. Go to other levels to find him. Or go to other planes to find him. Thank you."
Rasnuolo watched a small nut tumble from the top of the pile of parts. His mechanical knowledge soared and he was able to tell that the nut came from the heart of a mechanical doll. It seems that not only tung oil, but also parts are in short supply. The shortage is so great that mechanics have to dismantle the completed mechanical parts.
He didn't understand what he was doing, but he knew that the mechanic only spoke half of what he said. The universal problem-solving machine only repaired the frame of the castle and reached its 'working limit' - anyway, this guy said so before. The rest of the repairs to the castle were done manually by myself and a small group of ghosts who finally gathered together.
What the mechanic didn't mention was this.
Rasnuolo was dismissive, but he also had things he didn’t want to mention:
That's how exhausted he was. I don't want to move at all. Being made like this by such rough work is definitely not a reason that a high-level vampire should say. The mechanic is a guy who has never needed any help, and now such a high-minded and conceited person is asking him for help. And said thank you.
He would never let this opportunity slip away too easily.
Although I'm not quite sure.
"When my lost ghost servants are almost back, I will give these instructions." Rasnoro stalled for time, hoping to preserve the opportunity, but at this time, he began to feel a little sleepy. :
"There's no need for us to do this ourselves, right?"
"Yes. But you have to hurry up." The mechanic agreed readily.
"Um."
Lasnuolo used the fewest words to express his meaning, and rubbed into the darkness, feeling that his eyelids were uncontrollable and slowly closed.
He seemed to hear several sounds of bullets exploding from the mechanic's body, but it was already difficult for his brain to process it.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
The tinkling sounds blended together and became longer and longer. I don’t know how long it’s been ringing.
"Um."
Finally, Rasnuolo felt like he was falling asleep. He opened his mouth, unsure whether the next words he said were spoken or just imagined in a dream:
"Say, Metalhead, why don't you turn off your phone for a while?"
"I ignored the operation and ease of use. The current method of using the universal problem-solving machine is too inconvenient." In Mimi Lake, Lasnuolo heard the mechanic seem to reply.
At the same time, he could also hear his voice mixed with the sound of gears spinning and metal wires snapping. Are you in such a hurry? Is this guy anxious?
"I want to improve the operation and ease of use, so that it can be used at the touch of a button. And add a cooling system." Lasnuolo listened to him continue, "and--"
besides--
These two words stretched in my mind for an unprecedented length of time. The noble and elegant Lasnuolo Benches Lang fell asleep.
After a while, he woke up. The time is roughly between three seconds and ten thousand years. The vampire licked the corners of his mouth before opening his eyes. Then he saw what was before him and felt his tongue stuck to his lips.
"Metal Head. Hello? Where are you?" he called, looking around.
If the cracked nut hadn't still been there, Lasnuolo would have almost thought he had been moved to a room of similar size. That hill of parts is now completely different. All the parts seemed to have been repainted and welded to a cylindrical thing in the center of the room - maybe welding, live glue, purely physical structure or regular tape, status clips, but they were now crudely connected. , reflecting colorful light, forming an incomprehensible whole——
It's not even sure whether the whole thing is a machine, because it doesn't have the bright metal shell that mechanics always add, and it doesn't have labels, numbers, or simple maintenance instructions engraved on the side of the fuselage, but this is not the most difficult thing to understand. ——
The machine turned around, a process that was much more agile than it looked. Rasnuolo barely found half of the face in the dazzling mechanical structure, and recognized what that thing was based on the curvature of his eyebrows.
"I'm here."
The particularly curved eyebrows were raised, making a mechanic's voice. Rasnuolo touched his forehead with one hand and said nothing.
"I connected the universal problem-solving machine to me. This should solve the cooling problem." The half-faced half-mouth said, "Also, come here and test it."
Lasnuolo almost pressed his index finger into his skull, but he couldn't stop frowning. He landed in front of the lump and looked at the bottom half of his face - that was the most difficult to understand place - —
The area below was densely packed with almost three hundred identical big red buttons arranged in a messy manner.
"Test for what?" he asked with a frown.
"I have improved the operating procedures. It should be very easy to operate now. Haven't you brought the oil yet?"
"No."
"Then let's test this. You operate it and use the universal problem-solving machine to solve the problem of lack of tung oil." The mechanic said happily.
Rasnuolo looked at the three hundred big, shiny red buttons.
He raised his hand, paused for a moment, and then put it down again.
"How does it work?" he asked.
"It's very simple." The mechanic seemed to be surprised by his question. “Just push a button.”
