"Huh?" said Anglo's nose with a sound similar to that of a bison drinking water, "who made my first machine like this!"

Anglo staggered to the steel body of the "knight", who was just as tall as the "knight's" chest, and Anglo caressed the sunken iron armor in distress, like a mother caressing her own nursing child.

"This classmate, you're probably going to have to get into trouble," Andre muttered quietly from the side, "If I'm not mistaken, you made the 'Fighter First Machine' like this, right?"

"What the hell? Isn't it just an iron shell? He attacked me first, and I can't help it. Al didn't apologize in his heart, after all, he was just defending himself.

A pair of round eyes turned faintly towards Al, as the angry Anglo's beard almost stood upside down.

"Ding" Al took a solid shudder.

"Oops", as if his head had been hammered, Al exclaimed.

"What are you talking about, kid!" Anglo's eyes widened like brass bells, "You dare to call my masterpiece 'Iron Shell', even Brother Russell doesn't dare to say that about my work, and now you still have broken him, say, do you want to be public or private?"

Al rubbed his skull vigorously to relieve the pain.

"No, Minister Anglo, you have to be reasonable, right? it was that guy who took the initiative to attack, and if I didn't fight back, I would be the one lying there now. "Al is also sulky and has nowhere to spill.

"I don't care, anyway, my first machine was damaged, you have to compensate!"

"It's just a robot, just fix it, there's no need to pay for it. Al struggled to squeeze out a smile.

"Treat equipment like you would like a lover, you know? they're alive too," Anglo suddenly became serious, "Hurry up, have you figured out how to compensate me?" ”

"I don't have any money, I'm a poor ghost. Al pulled out of his pocket, looking at what you could do to me.

"No money? no, no, no, I'm not interested in money," a hint of cunning flashed in Anglo's eyes, "You can help, I heard Brother Russell say that you are from the small town of Nack, and you have struck iron?"

"Minister Anglo, I'm afraid I'm a rookie compared to the dwarves who are born with excellent forging ability, right? You don't want me to help you strike iron, do you?"

Anglo burst out laughing heartily, it was in the nature of the dwarves to be flattered, and they loved the feeling of flutter more than humans.

"Andrei, bring that hammer on the ground!"

"Okay. Andrei pressed the slender goggles that were tied to his hair, and he moved his wrist.

"Name: Windstarter, Owner: Dwarven Anglo, Weight: 1.5 tons, Assessment: Mecha Bearable. "The color of the goggles in Andrei's eyes is a green color that represents safety.

Andrei smiled bitterly, he didn't know where the Anglo teacher got this hammer, the black hammer handle, the white hammer head can reach a terrifying 1.5 tons, this is not for ordinary people at all.

André gripped the handle of the hammer, the mecha texture at his wrist opened and closed and floated, six folding jet tails stretched out, and the flames gushed out at the vent, and the powerful thrust force suddenly brought the wind hammer.

Although the hammer was lifted, André did not look easy, and he scrambled to take it to the Anglos.

Witnessing Andre's mysterious operation, Al's head was now full of question marks.

"Andre, are you playing me? It's just a hammer, can't you even carry it?"

"This is no ordinary hammer, hehe," a smile appeared on Anglo's face, "Andre, give the hammer to Al and let him feel it." ”

"No, Minister," Andre glanced at Al, "he's so thin, he'll get hurt." ”

"Hurt?" Al rolled up his sleeves unconvinced, "Let me go!"

Al walked over to Andre and took the Hammer, and then he couldn't laugh, and Al felt as if he was pulling a speeding train, and the gravitational potential energy of the Hammer's sinking almost didn't pull him to the ground.

With a "bang", the wind hammer smashed on the ground, and the landing place sank slightly.

"Minister Anglo, this—" As he spoke, Al even felt his mouth sink a little.

"Well, as I said, you young people are still too impetuous," Anglo shook his head, his face a little disappointed, "you go, you don't have to pay for the first machine." ”

With that, Anglo pressed the green button on the wall, and the various weapons in the room behind him slowly returned to the wall, the iron door at the entrance also rose, and even the helmet of the "Fighter First Machine" that was standing in place lit up blue again.

Anglo, who had given the eviction order, paid no more attention to Al's expression, and patted Andre beside him and motioned for him to leave with him.

"Wait. ”

Hearing the shouts behind him, Anglo stopped, he turned his head and looked at Al impatiently, he didn't like stalkers, especially the kind of guy who didn't have enough strength to rely on it.

"You... You can pick it up!" the scene in front of him almost made Anglo's jaw drop to the ground.

"Al-san, I didn't see it, you are so powerful!" Andre ripped off his goggles in shock.

In front of the two of them, the Windbreaker was held firmly in Al's hand, and his left arm was jutting out of blood vessels with great force, but Al did pick up the hammer on his own.

"It's really more than enough weight for the average person, but not for me, the hammer is heavy, but it's not much heavier than the one I use to strike iron. ”

Al put the Kick Hammer back to the ground smoothly, in fact, this hammer was much heavier than he usually used, but for the sake of face Al pretended to be relaxed, in fact, his left hand was completely congested and numb, and at this time he was regaining consciousness little by little.

"The Stranger is really not comparable to ordinary people. Anglo couldn't help but sigh.

"Alright, you've passed the test!" Anglo threw up his head and took a long sip of wine.

"What do you mean, Minister, is this a test for El?" asked Andrei.

"Hiccup~ Of course, if this kid can't pass my trial, I can't agree to Brother Russell's request, and no matter how much wine he sends me, he can't give me more wine. ”

"Minister Anglo, isn't Professor Russell here?" Al hadn't seen Professor Russell since he entered the door, "Professor asked me to come to the Armed Forces Department to find him." ”

"Professor Russell used to be with us, but then he left. Andrei replied.

"Brother Russell was called by the Savoyard guy," Anglo pointed to the communicator in his office, "as if there is something important, you don't have to worry about him, he's not here or not, I'll have the final say." ”

"Oh," Al pouted, "what are you going to the trouble of testing me for, Minister?"

Anglo smiled meaningfully and beckoned to El.

"Don't ask now, come with me, I'll tell you when it's place," Anglo held up the flask in his hand, "You'd better both keep along, and don't trigger any other traps, I can't save you both at the same time in my current state." ”

Al shrunk his neck, he glanced at the Windbreaker on the ground twice, he always felt something strange, but he couldn't say, three steps and two steps, Al followed Anglo and Andre's pace.

The three of them walked along the dimly lit corridor, and every time they walked through a bright place, an iron gate crashed down, blocking the way back.

Al looked around along the way, and there was nothing special about it, no different from a normal hallway.

After a short time of going around, several people came to an elevator shaft, and the mechanically driven elevator slowly descended and stopped at the end of the road.

Led by Anglo, Al and André stepped into the elevator and descended to the ground, their destination in the deepest part of the underground structure.

"When you get to the research center, try not to talk as much as possible," Andre whispered in Al's ear, "and it's full of research weirdos, so it's best not to provoke them." ”

"Oh, thanks, I see. Al replied softly.

A minute passed quickly.

"It's here. Andrei regained his serious look.

The sudden and inexplicable nervousness made Al a little uncomfortable.

As the iron door of the elevator opened, the light like day filled the small space of the elevator, and the brightly lit scientific research center of the Ministry of Armed Forces appeared in front of Al's eyes.

Large pieces of tempered glass divide the scientific research center into small grids, and scientific researchers in white coats or groups of three or five discuss the designed weapon drawings, or record data deviations in the engineering book around the model of a new weapon, and a tense and orderly, efficient and serious atmosphere is filled with it.

Even when the Anglos walked by them, no one took the initiative to greet them, they were like cogs of different divisions of labor on a large machine, and each one worked diligently and meticulously in his post.

Anglo didn't take the initiative to disturb the work of the researchers, he took André and Al to a quieter corridor next to him, and all kinds of new weapon parts and conceptual models jumped into view, which made Al's eyes a little overwhelmed, compared to Andre was much quieter, and these so-called "new weapons" did not arouse much interest in him.

"In my experience, this doesn't look like a hieroglyph from the Eastern Continent, it's more like an ancient cuneiform. ”

"Maybe it's just a sign of rust? How could there have been writing thousands of years ago, and in such a harsh environment. ”

"Let's go check some more information, the principal wants us to finish the study as soon as possible, but right now we can't even figure out the material of this thing. ”

A whisper from the side caught Al's attention.

Al walked at the end of the three, and in a small glass lattice he had just passed, several scientists seemed to be studying a black stone with several vague patterns on it.

Originally, Al didn't pay much attention to the research of these people, because there was nothing unusual about a broken stone compared to a dazzling array of new objects, but when Al saw the few text patterns on the stone, he became uneasy.

Those text patterns are not the type of writing used on the mainland, but how do they look so familiar? Could it be that I have seen similar words before?

Thinking of this, Al stopped, staring at the sparse and ordinary stone, and it was not until one of the researchers closed the curtain in disgust that Al came to his senses.

"How does the writing on the stone look so similar to the writing on my armband?" muttered Al.